Easy like Sunday morning

[thirstforvice]

Matthew wakes once during the night. He's rolled away from Bennet in his sleep, and when his leg wakes him he is cold and alone and for one awful moment he thinks he is back in the asylum; that everything about Bennet had just been a dream.

But no - the bed is too large, too comfortable, and he is not wearing that awful starched outfit all the patients were forced into. Turning, he sees his lover splayed out next to him, looking peaceful and content in his slumber, and his anxiety dissipates. It was no dream.

Still, that doesn't stop the ache in his leg, nor the desperate itch deep down inside of him. He scrabbles for the laudanum bottle without thinking, gulping it down like water until the pain dulls and his eyes grow heavy once more. When he next wakes, the bedroom is bathed in early morning sunlight.

It's like so many other mornings, weekends or days off where neither of them have anywhere to be, and they've always started the same way. Reminding himself that Bennet has already seen him naked, held him in the bath and kissed him breathless, Matthew tries not to feel too much like he's taking advantage as he cuddles in to his lover and slowly kisses him awake.

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[thegentlemanthug]

"Not hurting you," Bennet repeats, taking his time to completely sheath his finger and check Matthew's face for any sign of discomfort.

[thirstforvice]

"Not gonna, with one finger," Matthew promises, no shame in his admission. He's far from virginal, and the true Bennet knows that well enough.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet decides to believe his lover and withdraws his finger, before pressing inside with two, still achingly slow.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew groans at that, feeling the stretch now, eyes closing and back arching towards his lover's touch.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet crooks his fingers, searching for something more, finding he misses the yelling and screeching when Matthew falls quiet.

"Tell me," he asks roughly, "what you need."

[thirstforvice]

"More," Matthew answers at once. Always more.

"I can take it. Trust me." His words cut off in a loud groan as Bennet's fingers find that sweet spot inside of him.

[thegentlemanthug]

"And you'll tell me? If I hurt you?"

But that isn't the sound of a man hurting, so Bennet withdraws his fingers and adds a third.

[thirstforvice]

"Prom - ah!" Again, Matthew's words are cut short as Bennet stretches him further, leaving him gasping.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet searches for that particular spot again, the one that makes Matthew scream, playing his lover's body like a violin.

Remembering every note.

[thirstforvice]

There is a deftness to Bennet's touch that is not fitting with a man devoid of memory, and if Matthew could think clearly he'd think that an encouraging sign. As it is, he can only be grateful that his lover knows just where and how to touch, moaning as he comes apart beneath him.

[thegentlemanthug]

Ben's cock is hard and throbbing at the sounds his Mattie is making, and he doesn't think he can wait much longer for his touch.

"You ready for me?"

[thirstforvice]

"Uh-huh," Matthew can't come up with anything more coherent or intelligent than that, legs spreading for his lover.

[thegentlemanthug]

Ben removes his fingers, taking a moment to make sure Matthew's leg is carefully cushioned.

Satisfied to his lover's comfort, Ben leans in and lines himself up perfectly, body moving on instinct.

His thrust is slow, restrained, but it feels just like coming home.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew's groan is loud and uninhibited, hands coming immediately to Bennet's back. He clings to his lover as he presses inside, holding onto him as if he might disappear or turn to smoke at any moment.

[thegentlemanthug]

Buried deep, Ben lets out a shaky breath, holding himself above his lover despite Matthew's insistent hands.

"You...you..."

[thirstforvice]

Matthew grins lazily up at his lover.

"I know," he smirks. "I'm that good."

[thegentlemanthug]

Ben silences him with a kiss, gently pulling back his hips before thrusting in again. Small, steady movements, making love to Matthew with exquisite care.

[thirstforvice]

Grinning against Bennet's lips, before kissing him back, Matthew relaxes his hold and lets his lover take charge. It feels... beyond good, to be doing this again, and his eyelids flutter closed on a contented sigh.

[thegentlemanthug]

It has been too long since he knew his lover's touch, but Ben is determined to make this last as long as he can. His body knows the rhythm, and his mind fills with days and nights spent just like this, in Matthew's embrace.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew's hands are frenetic beneath Bennet, trying to touch every part of him at once, working through his hair and down his body.

"I've missed you," he admits. "So much."

[thegentlemanthug]

"I can't think of nowhere else I want to be, ever again."

Ben feels pleasure coil in his stomach, his release building inside him, and he deepens his thrusts.

[thirstforvice]

"Fuck..." Matthew swears, starting to groan louder and cry out as Ben increases his pace.

"Please, Benny, fuck..."

[thegentlemanthug]

Ben slides his slick hand between them and puts his rough fingers around Matthew's cock.

"I...I love you..."

[thirstforvice]

Matthew just groans, beyond words, as Bennet pleasures him in seemingly every way possible.

[thegentlemanthug]

Ben cannot hold in his pleasure any longer, his body flooded with his release, as he cradles his lover close.