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Ambrosius moaned as he was pressed by his lover's long, even strokes, Ballister sinking into him with a tantalizing, measured rhythm. A hand tangled in his golden hair, the other bracing himself on the bed, Ballister lay above him with all of his taught muscle and carefully manicured hair. This wasn’t at all how it had been their previous times together, not to say it was bad, just… different. Before had been frenzied, all excitement and spur-of-the-moment lust that had caught them in awkward places, acting like wild teenagers in shadowy corners of the Institute. But tonight had been planned. An expectation set with fretting nerves and a twinge of shyness neither had felt in all of their time knowing each other. A shyness that vanished when they kissed, the two melting into one another as they chased after years of yearning, and how perfect it all was.
He still felt a sense of disbelief that any of this was happening. That the man he’d admired for most of his life was now in his bed. The boy he’d fallen for upon their first meeting, his first friend, and his only true friend, really. Years of repressed pining had led them there, and oh Gloreth was it worth the waiting. Now the two of them, young men of barely twenty, laughed over how long it took for them to figure it all out. But in that moment Ambrosius didn’t fret over lost time, he only looked up in awe at the best friend, the first love, and the beautiful man he could finally call his.
He brushed a hand over the side of Ballister’s face, fingers tangling through his black hair and thumb casting slowly over his cheekbone. Ballister opened his eyes to a narrow squint. His brow was furrowed and his mouth open slightly, his concentration held so deep despite his strained breath and desperate expression. He was trying to make this good for Ambrosius. Oh Ballister, he thought, if only you knew.
“Ballister.”
The name pulled from Ambrosius’s mouth was distilled lust. His lover’s lips parted further at the beckon and their eyes locked. Those sweet, brown eyes, strewn with fervent love, with worship. This man, his man, his world. He felt everything in each thrust, bliss, heartache, that awful, debilitating, brilliant love. He arched into Ballister, overwhelmed in dizzying emotion and aching pleasure. He scraped dull nails into his lover’s scalp as he caught his lips in a wet kiss, all the while Ballister keeping so impossibly controlled.
“Oh Ballister, you’re so good.”
And Ballister moaned. The rush of hot air blew upon Ambrosius’s face as they broke from the kiss, electric on his skin. Ballister’s brow furrowed upward, still meeting the other’s gaze, the corners of his eyes straining all the more as he fought to keep his focus. Ambrosius took careful note.
“You’re so beautiful,” he continued, petting the black hair at his temple, and finally came the slightest hitch in Ballister’s rhythm. “You deserve everything, Bal.” A whimper.
Ambrosius pulled him down to the mattress and Ballister relented, the hand that was tangled in his long blond hair flexed and cupped the side of his face as he brought their lips together again. His other hand caressed the length of his body, delicate and tender. His even thrusts grew ever so unmeasured.
“You work so hard, harder than anyone I’ve ever met, harder than anyone at the institute.” As though spurred by the words, Ballister thrust harder into Ambrosius, dragging a strained lilt of pleasure from Ambrosius's lips. “Bal!” He would have screamed it if he hadn't muffled himself behind clenched teeth. “So good, Bal, fucking perfect.”
He watched Ballister’s face as they broke apart again, seeing his eyes close and brows furrow like before, but this time it was spurred by something else. His control was slipping and he pumped deeper, harder, desperate little noises escaping his throat. Ambrosius moaned, throwing his head back and trying to stifle the sound as best he could. Ballister kissed the soft skin at his throat and mumbled something unintelligible.
“Gloreth, you’re so good, so fucking good.” And out came a tumbling wave of praise for the man on top of him. So strong, so brave, so beautiful, so just, there was no one like him, and how lucky he was to be in this bed with him.
With every word Ballister was undone more and more. His breathing became frantic, as did his thrusts. His free hand was all over Ambrosius now, rough and callous and so, so perfect. His mouth followed, licking and kissing his chest and the scars under his pecs and nipples. He drew into Ambrosius in hungry, hard pulses that drove the blond absolutely mad.
“You’re gonna be such a good fucking knight.” The words were a growl if anything, something primal coming over him as he neared his climax and dug his fingers into Ballister’s back. The uneven jutting of his hips stuttered all the more as he cried a little whimper, his hands all over Ambrosius’s body until he pulled his face back up to his lover's neck, eyes large now as they sought more praise from Ambrosius. And how happy he was to give it to him.
“You’re the best of us, Bal, you deserve all of this, all of me.” Another moan. “Cum in me, Ballister, I want you, all of you, you’re so good, so fucking good…” And he continued on, whispering beautiful and goodness into the shallow air between them as his lover’s final desperate strokes shook into climax.
“Fuck, oh, Ambrosius,” he said, his voice laced with ecstasy so thick that it doused the blond in his euphoria, and he came too with another strangled cry. Ballister continued to push into his lover with his final moments of hardness, moaning along with Ambrosius whose cunt clenched around his cock.
The heated wet between them stayed as Ballister fell half on top of the other man, dazed and still inside him as his hand, locked to the side of his head, pulled him for a deep, lulling kiss.
“Thank you,” he said. Ambrosius's chest fluttered at the sound of his low, timbered voice. How much it pleased him to hear it so dripping with release. “I don’t know what I ever did to get this lucky.”
“Oh, Shut up.” Ambrosius rolled his eyes, wrestling Ballister off of him as the two erupted into a fit of laughter. Ambrosius, now smirking down at a pinned Ballister, planted a frenzy of kisses all over his lover's cheeks, neck, and chest. The other man squirmed and protested, but did nothing to escape.
“You know I meant it all, right?” His voice vibrated through a kiss at Ballister’s jaw and he felt the man shiver. “I’m the one who’s lucky.” And there came that perfect little whimper again.
“You’re everything, Bal. Handsome, kind, devoted,” he paused and kissed Ballister’s skin with each word, “good in bed,” a graze of teeth, “fucking perfect in every way, it drives me crazy.” He drew back for a moment but Ballister followed him, catching him in another hot, lust-filled kiss. The two were sitting up, Ambrosius happily conceding to the man who straddled him. He started grinding his cock against Ambrosius’s crotch, the blond man’s eyes widening at the speed at which Bal wanted to jump his bones again.
“Shit, Bal, I’ll have to say that more often.” Ballister’s husky laugh heated his skin and the two fell into each other once more, just as they would for years to come.