near the end of a long year

[tactician]

Rare was the day where the political sphere wasn't abuzz, even all the way down to the lower echelons of the profession, with secretaries and agencies worming their way into last minute flights for their significantly more powerful supervisors, but even on Ennaspie, Christmas morning was a quiet one. Rarer were still was a quiet morning where Weiler wasn't sound asleep when Locke woke to a room bathed in early light.

Instead, though Weiler had stayed in bed by Locke's side, he was sitting up against the headboard, blankets pulled up to his waist as he looked at something through a sliver of window behind the drawn curtains, a soft ivory they had settled on after (admittedly not much) consideration. He was sleepy-eyed when he noticed the shift in Locke's breathing from slumber to waking and looked down, but he didn't say anything quite yet.

He only smiled, in fact, and said nothing at all.

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[aphelionix]

Locke laughed again, staring down at the mattress. He felt incredibly warm, and whole.

"You don't have to thank me," said Locke, reaching back and caressing the bit of Weiler he could reach, along the expanse of his thigh. "I want this, too."

[tactician]

"Can I move?" Weiler asked, sounding almost shy as he mouthed over the shell of Locke's ear. (Sensitive there, wasn't he?)

[aphelionix]

Goosebumps slowly raised along Locke's neck, his shoulder drawing up reflexively. "You can."

[tactician]

With a last kiss against Locke's shoulder, Weiler lifted his upper body up on his arms and began to slowly move his hips. His breathing was heavy with restraint and concentration - every time he pushed in, he sought out that elusive spot that would make Locke see exactly why Weiler liked doing this so much. But even should that fail, he pulled back further and wrapped a hand around Locke's unforgotten erection, beginning to tightly stroke.

[aphelionix]

Locke groaned low in his throat, bracing himself on his elbows. That full feeling he had described earlier was apparent now, which was an odd feeling to get used to at first; until he felt the drag of pleasure with it. Coupled with the attention of Weiler's hand, it was almost overwhelming how good it felt. The pain was quickly overruled by everything else.

"Heine," he mumbled, pushing back against his hips.

[tactician]

Taking that as encouragement enough to continue what he was doing, Weiler smiled, a tinge of relief to it, and began to move a little bit quicker. It was still slow - he had found that they both liked it when they could take their time - and easy on Locke, but not slow enough that it was clearly a stunted speed for the sake of caution.

Outside, a great cheer rose up as the clock finally struck midnight and the new year rolled around. It was an echo of a world that the two of them were only vaguely aware of, lost as they were in each other.

Bent over Locke's lower back, Weiler watched the shift in muscles as Locke moved against him and ground forward with a groan. Being inside and moving so tightly with a person was an immensely pleasurable experience, but doing so and knowing that you were giving the other party pleasure in it of itself was just as good, especially since their relationship had always maintained an sense of reciprocity in it. Simply enough, they felt good when they made each other feel good.

(And how far gone was that?)

Gradually, Weiler sped up his motions, both the thrusting and the twist of his hand as he leaned into Locke's hips. He was careful never to go past what Locke was clearly comfortable with, but with a sensation as good as this one, he didn't think he could drag it out that much longer.

[aphelionix]

With each push Locke became more adjusted, and the sensation better and better. Now, he understood what Weiler had been talking about. The pleasure took him inside and out, overwhelming in how it stimulated every additional little feeling in small shocks. So this was how he felt, huh? (And maybe he felt even better about being able to please Weiler like this.)

He met Weiler's pushes until he sped up, where it was easier to let him take over. Despite the man obviously not having been in this position in a long time, he did know what he was doing, consistent in strokes and the new inner pleasure. All in all, Locke was glad this was the person he trusted this to - trusted everything to.

"Think I'm close, Heine," he warned, fists tight in the sheet under him. His breaths were shallow, interrupted by moans.

Locke very much underestimated it, though. Within a few seconds of saying that, a sudden spike of pleasure seized his muscles, and he sucked in a startled breath as he came. The residual waves made his hips flinch, leaving him gasping, his forehead bowed against the mattress.

[tactician]

Weiler whispered Locke's name in stuttered surprise, feeling the man tighten around him with a suddenness that he hadn't quite been expecting either. The hand underneath Locke's body came away slick when he finally removed it after stroking through the ebbing waves of the man's orgasm, and with it came a sense of relief and contentment that he could do this for Locke in another, new way.

As Locke's hips eased back down, Weiler remained with him, still flushed and caught on the slippery edge himself. He licked the excess off his fingers slowly and deliberately, not at all minding the taste as his eyes raked down Locke's form with a smile. With his free hand, he pet down Locke's side, feeling his chest expand and contract with every exaggerated breath.

He leaned down on his hands, either arm bracketing Locke's sides, and began moving again, moving against Locke with short, needy thrusts that felt more like in, in rather than in, out. "Rhys," he muttered, barely an exhale, "Rhys, Rhys."

[aphelionix]

Locke felt flushed from head to toe, still amazingly sensitive. His orgasm had since passed, but he could feel the leaking of excess come. Weiler's breaths were hot against his back, his arms hot as his sides - everything was hot. It didn't even feel like he could recover yet, not until Weiler was done, but in a way he liked that feeling very much.

"Come on, Heine," he encouraged, still breathless. Locke reached back, his touch not going far, but there nonetheless against the side of his hip. "Come for me."

[tactician]

At the encouragement, Weiler gave a small, helpless sound, his forehead dropping onto Locke's shoulder as he finally fell over that peak and seized up, the hand clamped around Locke's side tightening as he came. He hadn't lasted much longer after Locke, but by the time he opened his eyes again it felt like a good, long while had passed.

Dragging a kiss across his back, Weiler rolled onto his side beside Locke, one hand still caressing the small of his back. He tucked in close to the man's side, kissing the side of his neck and the top of his nearest shoulder, smiling all the while.

"How do you feel?" he asked, moving his fingers up to to thread into Locke's hair.

[aphelionix]

Locke reached up to touch Weiler's face, his thumb stroking his cheek.

"Well taken care of," he answered, looking as much, relaxed and smiling. "You?"

[tactician]

"Not too bad," Weiler said with a laugh, pushing Locke's shoulder until the man rolled onto his side as well and, when he did, sliding forward to kiss him. Because of the position they had taken, he had been sorely missing that form of contact. "And happy new year, I suppose."

[aphelionix]

There was a small wince as he was pushed over, but the sting passed quickly. Locke still met the kiss happily, feeling incredibly content about now. He pulled Weiler on top of him instead, flopping onto his back.

"Happy new year indeed," he said.

[tactician]

"Sorry," Weiler said, noting the wince and apologetically rubbing Locke's hip for the discomfort. He kissed Locke again, welcoming a few more minutes of the new year in like that, hands cupping the man's face, and pulled away only to smile. "I'm glad you liked it."

[aphelionix]

"I'm glad I did too," Locke said, running his hands over the expanse of Weiler's back as he kissed him again, then down his jaw and neck. "Now I get to make you shower with me after."

[tactician]

"What a tough situation I've put myself in," Weiler mock-complained, tilting his head as Locke moved down his neck, both to allow Locke the freedom to move and to brush his lips over the other man's neck as well. He sighed, long-suffering, and simply held Locke to him for a moment, just lovers pressed together on a winter night. "But I guess I did promise I'd take care of you."

'For better or worse' - that was how it went, right?

[aphelionix]

With a slow exhale, Locke smiled again, his mouth paused against his skin. This was a good place to start the new year, he thought, and an even better person to start it with.

"How about a back massage, too?"

[tactician]

Weiler swept one hand down Locke's back.

"Ah," he said, expression piteous. "You've found my weakness. I'm twice as likely to do anything you say now."

[aphelionix]

Locke's laugh rumbled his whole chest. "Now you know what that's like."

[tactician]

In response, Weiler laughed too, but it lasted only a few seconds before he tilted up and stole another kiss, taking in that laughter for himself like he was hoarding it, precious as it was. When they parted, still lingering close enough so that their mouths still touched when he spoke, Weiler brushed Locke's bangs out of his eyes and admitted, "I have to say, though, it wasn't a bad trade."

He finally unwound one arm from Locke's back and pushed up, looking down with amusement as he cracked his knuckles. "Now if you roll back over, your highness, I'll make good on the second half of my promise and then we can go make good on the first."