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Lambert hauls himself out of the water with an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach that isn’t quite arousal. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen, but there’s a decent chance it’s going to involve getting fucked, and he genuinely doesn’t know how he feels about that. But he also doesn’t want to stop any of this.
“How d’you want me?” he asks gruffly.
“Every way I can get you,” Aiden replies. “But for right now, just lie down on your back.”
“Not my knees?”
“Oh, my darling Wolf.” Aiden is smiling at him again, like Lambert’s something precious, priceless, wanted. “I want to get my hands and mouth on you, and find out what you like; nothing more than that for now. And nobody’s dick is going in anybody’s ass without some slick. Which I do have, but it’s over in my pack, so for right now…” he places a gentle hand on Lambert’s chest and pushes him very softly backwards onto the grass beside the lake. Lambert could shove his hand away without any effort at all, but he lets Aiden stretch him out, lies there under the warm spread of Aiden’s fingers with his heart in his throat and his prick as hard as it’s ever been in his life, and lets Aiden hold him down with nothing but a gentle touch and the warmth of his blown-dark gaze.
“I think,” Aiden says slowly, “that you have had enough pain in your life, sweet pup - haven’t you?” His hand trails slowly up over Lambert’s throat to cup his cheek, and Lambert leans into it a little, not sure what to say. Aiden’s smile is soft and hungry. “I think you deserve some gentleness,” the Cat murmurs.
Lambert isn’t sure he’ll know what to do with gentleness if it’s given to him, but he’ll take whatever Aiden offers. The Cat’s head is blocking the sun; the light through his wet hair makes a halo, glowing like fire, almost too bright to look at.
Aiden leans down and kisses him, deeply and thoroughly, taking his time; Lambert is gasping a little when Aiden shifts to nuzzle at the line of his beard, moving up to press a kiss to the hollow below Lambert’s ear, breath hot on the tender skin. “Your job, my darling Wolf, is to lie still, and tell me what pleases you,” Aiden purrs. “That’s all.”
“I don’t know what pleases me,” Lambert blurts, staring up at the so-blue sky dazedly.
“Ah,” Aiden laughs. “What I meant is: you like experiments, don’t you, o finest of alchemists? I will try something, and you tell me if it’s good or bad. The good you’ll get more of; the bad I shan’t do again. Does that sound doable?”
“If any of this involves exploding alembics I am rethinking this entire fucking arrangement,” Lambert says. “Glass shards are not fucking sexy.”
Aiden puts his head down on the grass and shakes with silent laughter. “Absolutely no glass shards, I promise,” he says at last, and pushes himself up to grin down at Lambert, bright and joyful. “Given that guarantee, though?”
“Uh. Sure,” Lambert says, feeling oddly naked under Aiden’s gaze. He is naked, of course, but something about the way Aiden looks at him makes mere nudity feel a lot more…meaningful somehow.
“Such enthusiasm,” Aiden teases, and then bends and kisses the very center of Lambert’s sternum, and Lambert grunts like the air’s just been punched out of him. How can a simple brush of lips on skin feel so good?
“Good? Bad?” Aiden prompts. “My sweet pup, tell me what you like so I can give it to you.”
From anyone else, that would be a trap. Lambert can hardly believe it isn’t a trap. But it’s Aiden, who has held Lambert’s life in his hands and given it back for no price but Lambert’s name. Aiden, who laid his own life in Lambert’s hands, who let himself be tied down so Lambert could rebreak his legs, and never even hesitated. Aiden, who calls Lambert sweet pup in a voice that sends shivers down Lambert’s spine and kindles warmth deep in his chest where his cracked heart dwells.
“Good,” Lambert rasps. And he keeps saying it, Good when Aiden licks slow and thoughtful over his nipples, bringing them to sharp aching peaks, and Good when Aiden lifts his arm to kiss the inside of his wrist where the pulse beats strong under the thin skin, and Good when Aiden scatters kisses down his throat and across his chest, lingering on the lines of long-healed scars. Good when Aiden finds a spot along his ribs that makes Lambert shiver, and Good when Aiden breathes hot against the vulnerable skin of his inner thighs, and Good into Aiden’s open mouth when Aiden braces his hands widespread on Lambert’s chest and leans down to kiss him.
No one has ever taken their time with him like this before. No one has ever been so gentle with him before. It’s overwhelming, dizzying, so good the pleasure almost doesn’t feel real.
Aiden sits back; he’s straddling Lambert’s thighs, not quite touching Lambert’s straining prick, and the weight of him is blessedly grounding, a reminder that this is really happening. “Another choice, my sweet pup,” Aiden purrs. “There’s no wrong answer.”
Lambert nods a little, watching Aiden’s smile. If it’s anything like the last choice Aiden gave him, both options will be mindblowingly appealing.
“Do you want me to sit here and get you off with my hands, my darling Wolf, or do you want to come in my mouth?” Aiden’s smile turns to a smirk. “I promise I’m equally talented with either.”
…Yep, both options are enough to make Lambert’s fucking head reel. But - he’s had hands, before, Voltehre’s and his brothers’ and his own. He’s never had someone’s mouth. Never wanted to pay extra for it in brothels, and sure as hell nobody else ever offered.
“Mouth?” he croaks.
Aiden’s smirk widens into a proper broad grin. “Thank you,” he purrs.
Lambert blinks. “I - what?” Surely he should be thanking Aiden?
“I have wanted to get my mouth on you since the first time I saw you,” Aiden says cheerfully, and eels backwards until he’s kneeling between Lambert’s legs, hands on Lambert’s hips, breathing hot and tantalizing against Lambert’s prick.
Lambert props himself up on his elbows, staring; Aiden between his legs is - is fucking astonishing, is what it is.
“Good pup,” Aiden murmurs. “Keep your eyes on me.” And he wraps one agile, long-fingered hand around Lambert’s prick to pull it away from his belly, and opens his mouth, and swallows Lambert to the hilt without any apparent hesitation at all.
The sound Lambert makes is a gurgling strangled thing. Aiden’s mouth is hot and wet and his throat is tight around the head of Lambert’s prick and it’s so fucking good that Lambert thinks he might actually lose his mind, might go completely fucking mad with pleasure, reduced to nothing but a raw nerve and the white-hot ecstasy of this moment.
His elbows try to give out, and Lambert keeps from collapsing with the last few fragments of his sanity, because Aiden said to keep his eyes on him and gods, Lambert doesn’t want to look away. Aiden’s eyes have fluttered shut, his eyelashes dark against his cheeks, and he looks blissful with his mouth stretched around Lambert’s prick, as though somehow he’s getting as much pleasure from this as Lambert is. His lips are very pink and his cheeks are a little hollowed as he sucks and he’s the most fucking beautiful thing Lambert has ever seen and also quite possibly an incubus - are there incubus witchers? - because fuck, there’s no way this sort of overwhelming ecstasy can be natural.
Aiden hums, a contented little sound that shivers through Lambert’s prick, and wriggles his tongue, and Lambert bites his lip to the blood to keep from yelling.
Aiden pulls back and away, and kneels up to touch Lambert’s mouth, tugging his lip gently away from his teeth. “None of that, sweet pup,” he chides gently. “No pain in this. I want to hear the beautiful sounds I can wring from you.”
Lambert whimpers. Aiden smiles and leans forward and kisses him softly, and then bends down again to lick delicately at the head of Lambert’s prick. Lambert whines. Aiden chuckles and swallows him down again, starting to move in long, smooth bobs of his head that take Lambert to the root each time.
Lambert keeps his eyes fixed on the stunning sight, and curls his hands into tight fists to try to keep his arms from giving out beneath him, and has no concentration left for keeping the embarrassingly needy sounds from spilling out of his mouth. But Aiden seems to like those sounds; his hands twitch on Lambert’s hips every time Lambert moans, and he hums approval around the prick filling his mouth, and it’s too much and it’s everything Lambert can imagine wanting and it’s -
Fuck. It’s so good.
Lambert’s been on edge basically since Aiden started undressing; it’s a frankly disgracefully short time before he chokes out something he means to be a warning, and Aiden just sinks all the way down and opens his eyes to give Lambert a look so hungry it takes his breath away, and Lambert falls over his peak staring down into fathomless dark eyes ringed in emerald green.
His arms must give out somewhere in the middle of the rush of blinding pleasure, because he comes back to himself flat on his back with Aiden leaning over him, looking extremely smug.
“You make the most gorgeous sounds when you come, sweet pup,” he purrs, licking his lips. “And you taste marvelous.”
Lambert makes a little croaking sound. Witcher stamina is a thing but he’s just peaked harder than he has in decades and he isn’t quite ready to start getting hard again.
“Shut up and kiss me,” he rasps, and Aiden laughs, bright and lovely, and bends down to do just that, lips soft against Lambert’s, taking his time and making the kiss sweet and thorough and somehow not filthy at all even though Lambert can taste his own spend on Aiden’s tongue.
The kiss goes on for a long time - or maybe it’s many kisses, each sliding into the next - and Aiden sort of melts on top of Lambert, sprawled out over him like a very pleasant and rather heavy blanket. Lambert strokes his hands over the long line of Aiden’s back and pets the soft frizziness of his drying hair and basks in feeling truly and purely good for once. Nothing hurts, and he’s just had a marvelous orgasm and given his lover what sure looked like a pretty damn good one of his own, and there’s no threats within hearing distance, and it’s just…good. Really damn good.
After a while, Lambert notices that Aiden is rutting gently against his hip, prick hard and hot and somehow very satisfying pressed against Lambert, and Lambert himself is hard again, though it doesn’t feel terribly urgent to do anything about it. The languid pleasure of just lying here and kissing is a luxury Lambert’s never had before, and he’s not eager to give it up.
Aiden nuzzles kisses across Lambert’s cheek and scruffs their beards together, chuckling softly. “So, my darling Wolf,” he purrs in Lambert’s ear. “Got another choice for you. Still no wrong answers.”
Lambert kisses the nearest bit of Aiden, which happens to be an earlobe. “Yeah?”
“We can just keep doing this for a while - gods, you feel so good, I could kiss you forever, sweet pup - or, if you like, I can go and get that slick out of my pack, and we could fuck.”
Lambert has to think about that for a few minutes. Aiden uses the time to suck kisses all up and down Lambert’s throat, and - usually Lambert would be very uncomfortable with someone so near his neck, by which he means he’d stab whoever dared get that close, but it’s Aiden, so he tips his head back to bare his throat and shivers deliciously at the press of lips and the gentle, careful brushes of sharp white teeth.
“I’m not sure. I’ve never done that,” Lambert says eventually, because he hasn’t, and he’s not entirely sure he wants to, even now. Maybe someday, but…it just sounds uncomfortable, and he doesn’t want to ruin this precious, impossibly perfect day with not liking something and fucking it all up.
“Ah,” Aiden says, and sits up a little to blink down at him. “Not even with prostitutes?”
“Why the hell would I trust a whore at my back?” Lambert blurts.
There’s a brief pause, and then Aiden puts a hand over his face and laughs softly. “Oh, my darling Wolf, this one’s on me. I think we’re talking past each other.” He leans down and kisses Lambert softly. “I meant for you to fuck me, sweet pup. I like it that way better, if I’ve got a partner I can trust.”
Lambert’s thoughts go sort of fizzy for a moment, like he’s been caught in the tumbling rush of a wave’s foam and knocked arse-over-teakettle. Aiden wants Lambert to fuck him? Aiden trusts him that much?
“Oh,” he says weakly. Gods, just the thought -
What would it be like, having Aiden? Lambert does like fucking, generally speaking, likes feeling like he can use some part of his body for pleasure rather than pain, and if Aiden likes it - if Aiden would make those lovely noises and tell Lambert how to do it right, how to make it good for him -
“We can just keep going as we have been,” Aiden assures him. “It’s fine, I like this too.”
“No, I -” Lambert has to stop and swallow hard. “If you want. I.” His hands have gone tight on Aiden’s hips; he tries to loosen his grip a little. “If you’ll tell me how.”
“Oh,” Aiden breathes, and kisses Lambert so hungrily that it’s a little startling. “Oh, sweet pup, darling Wolf, my Lambert, so good for me. So fucking perfect, my gods, what did I do to deserve you?”
Lambert doesn’t really know how to respond to that, so it’s probably just as well that Aiden kisses him again, deep and devouring, knocking all the words out of Lambert’s head, and all the thoughts that aren’t Yes more please, for that matter, as well.
“Stay here, sweet pup,” Aiden breathes against his mouth at last. “I will be right back.” He sits up and grins down at Lambert. “Gods, you’re perfect,” he adds, bends to place one more biting kiss on Lambert’s lips, and bounces to his feet, darting towards their packs with flattering speed.
Lambert watches him, admiring the play of lean muscle under sleek bronzed skin, the curve of Aiden’s ass as he crouches down, the messy frizz of Aiden’s hair catching the light. Fuck, he’s beautiful.
Aiden comes darting back with a little jar clutched in one hand and flat-out pounces on Lambert, kissing him as ravenously as if it’s been five years instead of five minutes since the last time. “Right,” he breathes as they finally break for air. “Right, have you had anyone’s ass before?”
“No,” Lambert admits. It’s not usually on offer, or not for prices he cares to pay.
“You are unfairly perfect and I am keeping you forever,” Aiden informs him. “It’s been a while for me, so we’ll take this as slow as I can bear. Which isn’t going to be very slow. Here, get two of your fingers slick.” He fumbles the jar open one-handed, and holds it so Lambert can dip two fingers in; it’s some sort of thick oil, scentless and very slippery. Lambert will have to ask how to make it.
“I can take both,” Aiden purrs, and takes Lambert’s wrist, guiding his hand down to the cleft of Aiden’s ass and shivering as Lambert’s fingers brush against his entrance. “Just - go slow and easy, darling - fuck!” He breaks off with a sharp cry as Lambert presses gently. “Just like that, good Wolf, fuck you have good hands.”
Aiden opens under Lambert’s fingers, and he’s tight and hot and soft inside, not quite anything like Lambert was expecting but fuck it’ll feel nice on his prick. Lambert goes slow, watching Aiden’s face closely for any sign of discomfort, but all he sees is concentration and then slowly dawning pleasure as Aiden relaxes, letting Lambert’s fingers slip further in.
“Good,” Aiden gasps as Lambert’s knuckles come to rest against his ass. “Fuck, it’s been so long - crook your fingers, like you’re beckoning someone over, there’s a spot inside -”
Lambert does his best, and yeah, there’s a spot that’s got a slightly different texture, and Aiden makes a sound that Lambert wants to hear every day for the rest of his godsdamned life, a sort of half-voiced moan of ecstasy, and his hands tighten on Lambert’s shoulders where he’s holding himself up. “Spread - spread your fingers,” he pants, “move them around, I need to be open enough to take your lovely prick - ah gods, pup, your hands -”
Hearing Aiden’s clever tongue reduced to incoherent phrases is really fucking hot. Lambert twists his hand and spreads his fingers, feeling Aiden relax further around him, and takes care to rub over that spot as often as he can, grinning when Aiden shudders and clutches harder at his shoulders and moans so beautifully.
“Alright,” Aiden gasps at last. “Alright, I’m - fuck - get your prick slicked up, my sweet pup, and then please, please get in me.”
Lambert pulls his hand away reluctantly, fumbles for the jar, and slops probably too much of the slick onto his bits, then holds himself steady as Aiden positions himself. Aiden takes a deep, shaky breath and looks down to meet his eyes.
“Plant your feet, my darling Wolf,” he says. “Knees up - just like that. And then just - hold - still -” And his eyes fall shut as he starts to sink down.
Holding still instead of thrusting up into the perfect tight heat of him may be one of the hardest things Lambert has ever done, but he manages it somehow, staring up in wonder at Aiden’s face transfigured with pleasure. Aiden’s prick is leaking precum like a fountain, dripping down onto Lambert’s stomach, and his fingers are tight enough to bruise on Lambert’s shoulders, and really this is probably the closest Lambert has ever gotten to a religious experience. First Church of Fucking Aiden - sign him up.
Aiden comes to rest with his ass cradled in the curl of Lambert’s hips, and takes a deep breath, and opens his eyes.
“Perfect,” he breathes. “You are perfect, sweet pup.”
He lets go of Lambert’s shoulders and sits up a little straighter, reaching for Lambert’s hands to guide them to his hips. “Alright,” he says softly. “You thrust up when I come down, and come whenever you like, my darling Wolf, because gods know I’m not going to last very long. You feel so damn good in me.”
“Feel pretty damn good on me,” Lambert croaks.
Aiden grins. “Good,” he purrs, and lifts himself up again, torturously slowly, until only the head of Lambert’s prick is still inside him. “Here goes, darling.”
Lambert braces his feet a little better and arches up as Aiden slides down and oh, fuck, it’s so fucking good, the slick tight heat and the expression on Aiden’s face and the way his head falls back to bare his throat as he moans and -
Lambert’s sure he’s making embarrassing noises, but he can’t bring himself to care, because he’s fucking the most beautiful man on the continent and he’s doing it well enough that Aiden is almost screaming with pleasure, is shuddering and clenching tight around him with every stroke, and then Aiden opens his eyes and curls forward and comes without even putting a hand on his damn prick, and the sight of that, even more than the sudden shivering clutch of Aiden’s ass around his prick, is what yanks Lambert ruthlessly over his own peak.
Aiden slumps down atop him, making a little whimpering noise in the back of his throat. Lambert kisses his hair and can’t help the little juddering thrusts of his hips, the aftershocks of a truly magnificent pair of orgasms reverberating through them both.
“Good pup,” Aiden rasps at last, patting Lambert’s chest weakly. “Holy gods. Perfect, wonderful, marvelous Wolf. So fucking good to me, my Lambert.”
“I did it right?” Lambert asks, though he’s pretty sure he did. The available evidence certainly points in that direction.
“If you’d done it any righter I’d be unconscious with pleasure, darling,” Aiden says. “Holy fuck, I love you. Not just for your beautiful prick.” He props himself up just enough to press a messy, uncoordinated kiss to Lambert’s lips, then slumps down again. “I want to just…lie here for a while. And then bathe again.”
“Sounds good to me,” Lambert agrees faintly, stroking a hand down Aiden’s sweat-damp back and feeling warm all down to his toes at the knowledge that he did this, he made Aiden feel this good. He’s not entirely sure what to do with Aiden saying he loves Lambert, but he’s also too fucked out and happy to panic about it. He can worry about that tomorrow.
Aiden tucks his face against Lambert’s throat, pressing little kisses to the tender skin, and hums softly in contentment.
So this is what having a lover is like.
Lambert isn’t fool enough to think it will always be this pleasant. He’s a short-tempered ass, and Aiden is a Cat with all the volatility that implies, and there will doubtless be days when they rouse each other to anger rather than lust. And they’re both witchers, so even if they’re working together, there will be other days - frequent ones, probably - where one or the other of them is injured or sick with potion toxicity or otherwise incapacitated for a while. Long lazy days beside beautiful lakes, learning to enjoy each other’s bodies, are going to be few and far between.
But Lambert’s used to the Path, with all its attendant miseries. Having days like this to look forward to - rare though they will doubtless be - is…priceless, really.
“Thinking too hard,” Aiden murmurs. “What’s running through that clever mind of yours, my darling Wolf?”
Lambert shrugs. “Just…this’s nice.”
“It is,” Aiden agrees, sounding very smug indeed.
“Not gonna be like this all the time,” Lambert says softly.
“No,” Aiden says. “But often enough.” He props himself up enough to look down and meet Lambert’s eyes, his smile soft and sweet and overwhelming. “You’re stuck with me now, and I am a cuddly bastard when given the opportunity.”
“I’m not,” Lambert says, though to be fair, he’s never really had the opportunity, except with Voltehre, and that was often more like huddling for warmth and comfort than anything else.
“I beg to differ,” Aiden purrs. “At the very least you’re a very fast learner, sweet pup.”
Lambert has no idea why that tone and those words in Aiden’s voice make something inside him melt, make him want to bare his throat or go to his knees or just - just be good for the Cat, but he shivers with the odd pleasure of it all the same.
“You make it easy,” he admits. “All of this.”
Aiden’s smile grows somehow even warmer. “Good,” he murmurs. “Everything else in our lives is hard, my darling Wolf. Let this be easy.” And he leans down to kiss Lambert, deep and sweet and slow.
Lambert kisses back eagerly, curling his arms tighter around Aiden’s shoulders. It won’t always be easy, he knows that, but - he can follow Aiden’s lead. Aiden hasn’t steered him wrong yet.
He can have this.
“Gods,” Aiden breathes, breaking the kiss and leaning back a little to look down at Lambert with blown-dark eyes and an almost awestruck expression. “You’re so sweet for me, pup. So lovely. “ He strokes a thumb over Lambert’s cheek. “I can hardly believe I get to make you look like this.”
“Only you, my Aiden,” Lambert says, and pulls him down again, feeling rather like purring himself when Aiden’s lips meet his.