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It turns out that, for all the fuss that was made about it, this dance is actually very boring.
This is only just barely a surprise; any event that requires chaperones is an event that Lindsay generally doesn't look forward to. But it is true. Lindsay has had maybe a bit too much to drink, by now — he's accustomed to Bacchanal rites; the feeling is hardly unfamiliar — and successfully slipped away from his chaperone, and yet it is still boring.
"Good boy."
Another kiss, this one on Ash's mouth.
"Keep your thighs together."
He does! His legs are tense with anticipation.
It's so good to have orders and to execute them well.
Lindsay is usually on the other side of this particular act. It doesn't prove to be an obstacle.
He's slow and affectionate about it, kisses Ash's cheeks and neck and shoulders and and mouth.
The pleasure of intercourse becomes a sort of calm warmth that sinks into his bones, without any sort of desire to finish. He could stay plateaued at this point for hours; has, in the past.
He's being used, he's useful, he's a toy for Lindsay's pleasure, and that is so good.
Lindsay fucks his thighs slow and gentle, keeps leaving kisses. "My good boy, my sweet thing — ahh — my treasure, my good boy, my Ash —"
The praise makes him gaze up at Lindsay with a soft, loving, trusting expression.
Lindsay is quieter now than he was when he was submissive; he goes nearly-silent when he's close and finishes between Ash's thighs with a very quiet "oh."
He kisses Ash again and curls up on his chest. It's a very good chest.
It's a very good Lindsay!
He feels a low thrum of wanting all through his body.
He plays absently with a bit of Ash's hair. "I'm so lucky. I know I keep saying it but it keeps being true."
"I was expecting to have to hide this from my spouse for my entire life. I just hoped that whoever it was they'd let me keep seeing Leo, I never dared to dream I'd marry someone who was like me."
Oh no. Complex thoughts. Discussion of feelings. This is difficult.
"I'm glad I'm like you because it makes you happy and that means I am good," he tries.
Oh no that's adorable. Lindsay giggles and kisses his forehead. "I'm glad you are too."
"The problem with teasing me a lot is that I'm not very good at... thoughts." He nuzzles into Lindsay's shoulder. "I love you."
"You don't need to be good at thoughts right now. I've got you." He cradles Ash's head. "I love you too."
He's loved and good and everything in the world is okay.
"Oh! When I got food the cook said there's a letter from Leo."
He kisses Ash's forehead. "I'm going to go get the letter and come back. Will you be all right?"
He gets dressed and adjusts his posture and body language and goes downstairs and retrieves the letter and comes back and strips and cuddles back up to Ash and opens it.
He considers, for a few minutes, how much he wants to say.
My dearest, Leo,
He's wonderful. He is — better suited to me than I had dared to hope. He wants to meet you; I think you would get along, and there is much I can't put into writing that you should know.
I am, of course, as ever,
Forever yours,
Your Lindsay
Ash is snuggled up on his shoulder as he writes.
"Do you know that you are good? It is important that you know that you are good."
"Do you know that you are good?" He pokes Ash's nose with the end of his pen.
He considers this seriously. "Yes."
What happens if he starts edging himself right next to Lindsay?
Lindsay kisses his forehead and cuddles up to him and definitely doesn't disapprove.
"Should I call you Ash or Ashley when I'm talking to Leo?"
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