infringe | Prompt - Something Lost, Something Found

While he'd gotten a week of leave from his duties at the lighthouse, he hadn't even known how to begin planning for travel or anything beyond the house that Alecto had made a home for both of them. He wants nothing more than to spend time with Alecto, just the two of them, without any interruption of duties or visitors, however well-meaning or otherwise welcome. In all honesty, Joshua could spend long, uninterrupted hours just looking at Alecto, heart full with the knowledge that inasmuch as such things mattered, they were joined together in the eyes of the law, that they'd made promises to belong to each other. Forever.

He'd never looked forward to anything as much as this implication of infinity awaiting them, of shared touch and warmth and life, whatever they decided to make of it, together.

They had stolen away to a cozy place deep in the woods for a week-long honeymoon after the wedding. It was a humble little thing, nestled all around by wild and native trees - slippery elm and tamarack, outnumbering the quince and maples. A few minutes away was a large, clear lake as well, surrounded by birches, where they spent their afternoons swimming in the cool, clear water as yellow leaves blew down from above them, spiraling in slow zig-zags.

(It was all very romantic, simple, and new, at least, to Alecto, who had never spent so much time this deep inland. But he meant what he said in his vows, that he'd follow Joshua Archer anywhere, everywhere, for as long as he'd be willing to lead them forward, together.)

Presently, Alecto was flushed and warm after having cleaned up from just such a swim, his hair still damp. He had recently cut it, cleaned the back and sides and leaving the top longer, wavy and smooth. It gave him a more tender, youthful, and femme look, which he preferred. And, it surely complimented the thin satin slip he was currently wearing, a special little piece of lingerie he had gifted himself recently with the hopes of impressing his new husband.

He studies himself in the full length mirror, sees how the material barely covers his pale thighs. With just the slightest motion, the edge rises up, tantalizing and silky.

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He'd had a vague idea that a change of pace might be nice (conflicted as he was about whisking Alecto further inland, away from the sea), but an old friend of the family had made such a generous offer, and Alecto had seemed intrigued by the idea of seeing something new, so they had made the journey to a small cottage, nestled near a lake and surrounded by tall trees. The cottage was well-stocked with supplies for the week of their stay, and - most importantly - utterly isolated, truly just the two of them, for once.

Alecto had overseen a lot of the packing, drawing on past experience, and Joshua had mostly left him to it - a slightly cowardly decision, perhaps. But Alecto's reaction to the new environment eases an unconscious sting in his heart - the uncomplicated delight he feels at swimming in freshwater, practically frolicking in the rain of leaves from the trees surrounding the lake, eager for new experiences.

Joshua had left the room only briefly, to set wood for the fire and prepare for the evening, but he comes back to an unearthly vision - Alecto barely dressed, his skin scrubbed clean and pink from exertion, practically glowing with happiness as he admires himself in the mirror. Joshua's own cheeks heat slightly, his body responding to the unexpected ideal that had suddenly stepped out of some unknown place of dreams and wishes. He takes a breath, too loud in the quiet, wondering if he'd wake up, having disturbed a fragile magic.

"Dearest," he starts, haltingly, and then, "love," like a quiet, abject prayer. He closes the distance between them, reaches out a hand for Alecto's, pulling him close and wrapping his arms around him, breathing in the fresh scent of soap and the underlying salt of the shore. He was suddenly feeling far too dressed, even if he was wearing only a single layer - shirt and trousers, pulled on out of habit, for propriety's sake.

Alecto's little "oh" quickly dissolves into a warm chuckle as he feels his husband's large arms wrap around his waist. He links their left hands together and squeezes their fingers, feeling how the thin, gold bands they both wore pressed tightly next to each other. "Do you like it?" he asks quietly, coquettishly, although he thinks he already knows the answer. He's watching Joshua's reflection deliberately in the mirror before them, even as his head leans back a bit to nuzzle against the slope of Joshua's jaw, notes how he smells like pine and smoke and dew.

The way Joshua is pressed close against him rumples the material of the slip, causing it to slide up from behind, making it now very, very clear that Alecto is, in fact, wearing nothing underneath.

He sighs, a soft laugh in the sound, leaning into the gentle contact between them, lips pressed lightly against Alecto's skin. "That... is very a difficult question you are asking me to answer," he murmurs, tilting his head so he can gaze into the mirror, meeting the eyes of his reflection in the glass. After a long moment, he bends slightly, picking Alecto up in his arms, cradling him in a bridal-carry, causing the wispy material to bunch up even further.

He yelps cutely, eyes going wide as he’s picked up. Immediately his arms go up around Joshua’s neck, leaning up to kiss him on the mouth, his chin - and the next thing he knows, he’s lowered onto the bed.

“I know you like seeing me in this color so I just wanted to surprise you,” he says. “A little wedding gift.”

The slip has managed somehow to stay mostly on though certainly it did nothing to cover him in any real way. But, that was the point. It was the pageantry of it all, the tease. Now, the shoulder straps were sliding off his shoulders too, kissed gold by the warmth of the setting sun.

“Can’t blame me, can you?” His voice is pitched soft and low. “For wanting to please my husband?”

"There isn't a single color on this earth that I would not enjoy seeing you in, if you were happy and well," he replies, his hands smoothing over the rumpled material, calluses catching in the delicate smoothness and allowing the soft silken satin to translate his rougher touch to Alecto's skin. He doesn't seem in any particular hurry to take it off, letting his fingers trail along the curves of Alecto's body, waiting for warmth to bleed through as he traces the lines and seams of his attire. He is already kneeling on the bed, leaning over Alecto's body, delighting in the open invitation to look, to touch, to drink in his fill, even though he doesn't think he could ever truly be sated.

He shakes his head, a helpless smile on his face, his gray eyes darkening with an unspoken, carefully leashed hunger. "You're the wedding gift, aren't you, dearest?" He points out, but the words 'my husband' are an unlooked-for delight, sending a thrill through his entire body, a thrum of heat, already barely contained, filling him.

"Yes," he says, a groan of pleasure in the syllable, almost animal in its unthinking contentment and satisfaction, to an unasked question, his mind entirely elsewhere. "Yours. And how best can your husband please you today, dearest?"

He sighs happily as Josh touches him all over, loves the way his hands feel rough and big and warm.

But at that question he leans up, holding the side of Joshua’s face tenderly so to better whisper an answer in his ear, lips brushing against the shell of it. “It would please me most, darling,” he says, his tone of voice honeyed and gentle, “to give you children. A family to raise and to love.” He blushes as he speaks, the implication clear.

This desire was wholesome and sweet and one that Alecto has held in his heart for a long time since he had fallen for this humble lighthouse keeper.

What he says next however is anything but.

He kisses Joshua’s jaw and then down his neck as he continues, “So, I’d like to feel my husband inside of me, warm and hard and hot, want you to stretch me open and fill me up until I can’t take anymore, until I’m sobbing your name. Can you do that for me, darling?” He crumples the end of the thin slip and slides it up so Josh can see him bared for him clearly.

“Please? Look how I’m soaked for you.”

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In all the time they'd been together before their marriage, they'd never done this. Joshua had been too aware of how Alecto had been treated before in his prior marriage - and too unsure of himself, of being able to give Alecto what he wanted, or even needed. Just being able to touch him, to have the privilege of bringing him any small pleasure, was already an honor that he deeply cherished; hearing and feeling Alecto fall apart for him, tasting satisfaction on his tongue, feeling it on his own face - Joshua could be content with that, and nothing more, for the rest of his days.

So the enormity of his whispered provocation, the clarity of Alecto's desires - the idea of a family with him...

Joshua is helpless to do anything other than obey Alecto, and it is only this that keeps him enough in control of himself to do another other than embarrass himself utterly. But what Alecto asked for, he would do his utmost to fulfill.

"Yes," he breathes out, leaning into Alecto's kisses, his uncontrived seduction. "I can do that." There is a hint of wry amusement in his tone, as he reaches out for Alecto's hands where they are hooked in the hem of the skimpy material, doing absolutely nothing for modesty and driving Joshua absolutely out of his mind with lust.

"Do you want to keep your pretty dress on, dearest? Because I don't know what state it will be in by the end of this."

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"I'll keep it on," he murmurs. "So you can ruin it while you ruin me."

One of his hands comes up into Joshua's hair and directs his face so that they can kiss fully, open mouthed and hungry and adoring. Alecto does his utmost to show his clear, obvious desire: he knows how cautious Joshua is with him, burdened by the knowledge of his previous relationship, the ugly color of it. But Alecto wants to urge him to think less, feel more and he wants to see his husband confident, knowing that his wife yearns for him and is desperate to fulfill his every desire. Alecto wants him to feel comfortable leaving the past behind, as Alecto himself has chosen to do, fleeing the freedom of wind and sea and magic all just to love this one man and forge a life with him.

And so far, it had been more than worth it.

Alecto reaches his other hand down, tracing Joshua's broad chest and waist, chiseled by years of hard labor, and slides it down under the band of his slacks, gripping the hard bulge of him. He strokes the already hard length, slowly, eagerly, trying to get a sense for its girth and size. He smiles against Joshua's mouth. "I can't wait, darling."

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He stifles a groan of reaction and forces himself to pull away, off the bed so that he can take his clothes off. Generally their interactions in this space had been focused on Alecto - though he'd certainly explored Joshua's body in return - and it feels incredible as always to have Alecto's hands on him, curious and assessing, mutually expressing their desire, their want, for each other. He strips not with grace, but with alacrity, the golden rays of sun pouring in through the window very generous and merciful, lending an unaccustomed glamor to his body, giving Alecto a clear, unobstructed view. (Sunset at the lighthouse was typically when duties started, getting the lamps ready for the evening; it was not common for them to spend these hours together.)

He feels oddly shy, under this unaccustomed scrutiny, more comfortable with exclaiming over Alecto's perfection, with practically demonstrating his regard and devotion with his hands and mouth.

But Alecto wanted - a family. Children. With Joshua.

He shifts back onto the bed, unable to stay away, reaches for Alecto to pull him close for a kiss, pressing their bodies together, bare skin and satin and warmth and home, letting Alecto feel exactly how eager he was to begin to give him all this, his erection caught between them as his hips thrust forward, shallowly, seeking more contact and sensation.

"I don't think I can wait either," he confesses. Alecto feels so soft against him, so pliant and eager.

He doesn't say this enough, he thinks, as he watches Joshua strip himself of his simple clothes, so he makes a point to do so now: "You're gorgeous, darling. Really. I'm so...so lucky to have you." The way the light hits his skin almost makes him glow, haloed with gold. Alecto's eyes are alight with profound love in this very moment, making his chest feel so full, full to bursting.

So, enthusiastically, he lets out a pretty little groan once Joshua's back on him, pulling him up to sit in his lap. The new position thrills him, his mouth parting to feel Joshua's tongue searching, probing. But it's not enough. Alecto feels hot, hot urgency pumping through his veins as they continue to make out and all elegancy and poetry is soon lost to him as his hands race down to hike the edge of the slip dress up over his hips. It's a crude action, rushed, but Alecto doesn't care. His husband is saying something but he barely hears him, focused only on how he feels suddenly very needy, incredibly horny, as if he were in actual heat, driven by nothing but sheer lustful instinct to mate as he grabs hold of Joshua's huge cock - pumps it once, twice - and guides it unceremoniously into himself, feels the thick head press into his sopping wet cunt with an obscene sound. It feels incredible already and Alecto allows himself to sink down slowly on the shaft, letting gravity do most of the work, and the feeling of finally, finally being fucked into makes Alecto moan, practically a howl, against his husband's lips.

"Yes," he breathes, even if the initial penetration stings, stretching his inner walls wide, and he has to allow himself a moment to adjust, already panting.

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He startles forward, drawn into Alecto's urgency and pace, overriding all concern and care and consideration. He shudders under Alecto's touch, under the heated clench of his body, the wet, soft vicegrip of his cunt, welcoming, urging, forcing Joshua's cock into himself and he whimpers, the desperate, needy sound of it muffled against Alecto's mouth.

"I'll do it," he whispers, hoarse, almost tearful, his lips off-center now, wet with desire as he mouths at Alecto's cheek, the sensitive spot just below his ear, as his hands slide down along Alecto's body to support his hips, to help center him as he takes Joshua's cock into his body for the very first time. "All of me is yours, dearest."

He shivers against Alecto, waiting for him to adjust fully, but he can't help the unconscious motion of his hips, thrusting in incremental amounts into that irresistible warmth, each hitch of his body burying himself deeper. "Just say the word, dearest," he pleads. "Do you want me to fill you with my come? I want to see you absolutely dripping, I don't want to stop being in you until we're sure it's taken, I want you to be so full of me you can't imagine ever being empty again. I want you in every single way it is possible to have you."

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Everything that Joshua is saying makes Alecto dizzy with roaring thirst. "Yes," he continues, a sort of mantra as he feels Joshua restrain himself from thrusting, just that tiny tremor of movement threatening to overwhelm them both. He wants nothing more than to break that last line of self-control, to drive Joshua over the edge into maddening, unstoppable need.

"Yes, yes, yes." Alecto's mind is empty except for warm imaginings of their future, of their happy, loud little pups filling the cottage by the sea with laughter, mischief, and love. He yearns for that, can't wait to give this reality to the both of them. "I want it," he pants back, his hands wild and disobedient, running all over Josh's face, his hair, the back of his neck and shoulders as his own hips start to rock, slicking the base of Joshua's shaft with wet arousal. He grinds against him as he continues to spur him on, adding fuel to their mutual fire. "I want it so badly. Take me, make me yours, pump me full of you. And don't stop until you're sure I'm bred - oh, gods, Joshua, please, move -!"

Joshua moves, as if there's nothing else in his mind, nothing he could do other than obey Alecto's plea. He groans, unrestrained and desperate, hips thrusting up into him, his body understanding what to do even if his mind is blank. His fingers dig into Alecto's hips, balancing him in his lap and bouncing him up and down, gravity tugging him down at the same time he thrusts up. It's slick and hot and so good, thoughtless and elemental. He can't even blush at his lack of stamina, not with Alecto squirming and eager in his lap, touching him all over, demanding his release, demanding to be filled.

He comes, just a breath between one moment and another, like falling, like a sigh, collapsing into Alecto with a desperate whimper.

He comes just a second after Joshua does, a damp and sticky mess, clenching around his husband as he stays bottomed out in his lap with a luscious squish. He feels filled to the brim, warm, hot cum seeping out of him, overflowing between them both and he keens in pleasure.

"I," he begins, pressing their sweaty foreheads together in a sweet gesture, "love you, my darling. Ardently."

They fuck again, this time with Alecto on top, riding Joshua slowly, sensually, working to drive him mad with overstimulation and constant attention. He is patient here, sucking a series of love bites all over his husband's skin, whispering his devotion against throat, cheek, mouth, temple, heart. After that though, it's nothing but feral and rough, with Alecto on his hands and knees, his husband pounding into him from behind, a large hand on Alecto's neck, holding him in place as he breeds him just like he had been asked to, his thick seed eventually slipping down the backs of Alecto's thighs, messy and lewd.

By the time they're finally done, sated and calm, Alecto is aching and sore and curled happily against Joshua's heaving chest, his eyes fluttering closed. He feels far too full, properly used, loved. The bed is in shambled, stained with their mingled spend. The whole room reeks of sex and sweat and that constant undercurrent of seasalt.

Prompt - Something Lost, Something Found

[and a song of love - the Sea]

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