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Let the record show that on a normal day, Luka wouldn't have agreed to the unfortunate series of events that the day had become. He would have redirected Adrien’s attention with something he wanted, some promise or even a favour to be earned for switching topics. He was usually more rational about things like that. Too clear-minded to fall for his husband's charms and wiles.
His Maman had, unfortunately, taken her job of teaching safe sex seriously. Extremely so. With no small amount of glee. So, on a perfectly normal, average day? By the powers of instilled fear and gleeful mothers, Luka would have been vehemently against shower sex. This day was not an average day.
Luka had knocked both his and Adrien’s schedules clear for the entire week, with the purpose of pampering his workaholic spouse. In retrospect, he couldn't be held accountable for caving this time. His moment of weakness had been deliberately calculated and exploited.
That morning had passed much like the one before. He'd roused Adrien from his stolen blanket hoard with soft kisses, pressed reverently to every inch of skin he freed from the –still ridiculously large– blanket burrito. He started with Adrien’s ankles and slowly made his way to his head.
Adrien had woken up by the time Luka had reached his shoulders but simply gave the other a sleepy smile. Luke knew that Adrien was quite content to let him finish his self-appointed task. Luka took to it with glee and a reverence usually reserved for worship. There was no need to rush. In a truly astounding, shocking, criminally unprecedented turn of events that shocked absolutely no one, Juleka and Rose refused to give their children back. Rose had pouted about never getting to spend enough time with her ‘favourite nephews’ and that was all it took. The boys were set for a week's stay, and Clarissa had finally staged that mutiny Luka knew she was plotting, so Adrien was on an ‘enforced, extended vacation’. Which was Clarissa being very nice and not outright saying “I'll stop fielding all of M. Auclair's ‘dinner invitations’”. So, really, Luka had all the time he could ever want to properly show his husband how much he adored him.
He continued to press soft, lingering kisses to Adrien’s shoulders and chest, while his hands began pressing rhythmically into Adrien’s hips and waist. Adrien sighed deeply when Luka pressed his thumbs into the dips above Adrien’s hips. It tapered into a groan when Luka began massaging that spot while sucking a mark into the base of Adrien’s neck.
This seemed to finally spur Adrien to move. He brought his hands up to cradle Luka's head and threaded his fingers through his hair. For a moment he just left them there, occasionally he carded his fingers through the strands or pressed them into Luka's scalp, but for the most part he seemed content to bask in Luka's attention. Luka, for his part, was more than happy to let Adrien lay among the fluffed and disorganised nest of their bedsheets, comforters and pillows like the prince he was. It was no hardship for him to pamper Adrien. It was, in fact, his pleasure to press his hands more deeply into the muscles of his husband's waist and hips while leisurely marking his neck.
They lay like that for several moments trading kisses while Luka continued to massage lower and lower. He eventually pulled away from Adrien’s mouth, much to Adrien’s consternation. Luka chuckled when Adrien pulled his hair as a reprimand and scowled at him.
“Easy, Kitty.” He chuckled as he pressed a quick kiss to Adrien’s lips. Hovering a few inches above the other man, Luka gently pulled Adrien’s fingers from his hair. He maintained eye contact as he brought the captured hand to his mouth and, with loud ‘mwah’ bestowed a kiss to the back in a facsimile of the ones that people use to greet royalty.
Try as he might, Adrien couldn’t resist the display of silliness and his glare dropped in favour of a charmed smile. Luka gleefully paved a partway of loud, wet kisses to Adrien’s palm, each finger and up his arm. He'd just reached the elbow when Adrien jerked away from him. With a laugh, Adrien pulled his hand away and lightly smacked Luka's shoulder.
“Sap.” He groused, trying and failing to scowl at his husband. He laughed harder when Luka's left hand, which had never left his waist, dug deep and tickled up his abdomen.
“Fiend! Scoundrel! Ro–ah! Hah!” Adrien’s tirade cut off as he descended into fits of laughter.
After a few moments of trying to escape, Adrien managed to get his hands around Luka's waist and returned the tickle attack. It wasn't long before they were both rolling around the bed, each escaping the other and being caught, only to switch and repeat the process. It quickly devolved into a playful wrestling match where the sole goal was to pin the other.
They teased and goaded, hoping to throw the other off guard. Adrien had come very close by teasing Luka for his, frankly ill-advised, Mullet Era™ which threw the other man into a fit of near hysterics.
“Oh come on!” Luka huffed between breaths of laughter as he wiggled out of Adrien’s grapple. “You've gotta admit it could have looked good.” He quickly rolled midway down the bed to avoid Adrien’s reach.
“Yeah.” Adrien crouched with a sly grin slowly forming. “In the eighties, maybe!”
Luka gasped in mock offence. “Your fashion crimes aren't any better than mine, KitKat.” With a sly grin of his own, Luka took on a stance to match Adrien’s. “Need I remind you of, The Coat.”
Adrien reeled back as the memories of The Coat flashed before his eyes, just as Luka knew he would. With a triumphant laugh, Luka crossed the distance between them, flipped Adrien to his back and held him down with a hand to each of Adrien’s wrists.
When Adrien exclaimed in indignation at being caught, Luka straddled Adrien's lap and pinned with his thighs. He pressed his weight into his hold on Adrien’s wrists until the other groaned.
“Ok! Yield!” Adrien huffed and Luka stopped pressing into him. Instead he leaned back and comfortably settled himself over Adrien, he joined their hands and placed them by Adrien’s shoulders. Luka could stare at Adrien for the rest of his life and never be satisfied. How could he, when every time he looked at his husband, Adrien’s eyes seemed to have gained a new sparkle, or another shade of bewitching green? How could he when he'd seen that very face go through a myriad of emotions that changed its allure just so? How could he tire of looking upon the face and soul of the man that captured his heart so completely?
“You're staring.”
Luka blinked and pulled his mind away from the place it always went when it became inspired to create. A state he had become intimately familiar with after he and Adrien had started dating.
He released one of Adrien’s wrists and used his now free hand to gently cup Adrien’s cheek. “How could I not?” He asked before gently pressing a kiss to Adrien’s cheeks.
“I have the love of my life cradled in my arms–” he paused as Adrien snorted and pointedly glanced at his still restrained wrist and pinned legs. “–ok, I have the love of life restrained in my arms for the crimes of being a tickle bug.” He ignored Adrien’s outraged gasp to press a gentle kiss to the very tip of his nose. While Adrien grumbled, Luka trailed the kisses up to his forehead before finally claiming the other’s lips in a kiss as deep as it was reverent.
They separated with a soft pop and Luka pressed their foreheads together. “How could I not stare at you, when the shine in your eyes and the tilt of your smile are enough to light up my day?”
Luka grinned as he felt Adrien sink into the mattress after that comment. Adrien huffed when he saw it but didn't say anything. With one last nuzzle to Adrien’s temple, Luka sat up properly and rolled out of bed. He walked the short distance to one of their lounge chairs and returned promptly with its cushion.
“What are you doing?” Adrien asked as Luka dropped the cushion on the floor and knelt at the edge of the bed. Luka grinned as he gripped Adrien’s ankle.
“Making up for being a –what was it? A fiend and a scoundrel, earlier.” With that said, he yanked Adrien to the edge of the bed making him yelp.
“That's really not–” Adrien swallowed his tongue as Luka got his ass to the edge of the bed, situated himself between Adrien’s thighs and yanked his briefs off in a series of fluid movements. “Although if you really want to I won't stop you.” He said in one breath.
“How generous my husband is.” Luka crooned as he nipped at Adrien’s inner thigh before setting his mouth to work on his apology.
Adrien’s breath hitched as Luka tenderly parted his cheeks and laid a gentle kiss to his hole. Little kitten licks followed, causing him to arch his back and groan. He paused over Adrien's hole, running the tip of his tongue around the rim before flattening out and moving his head up and down to lave broad licks over him.
Luka was proud to see the effects his ministrations had on Adrien. He'd worked hard to find and learn each erogenous point on Adrien’s body so that he could bring him to a whimpering mess. Luka carefully adjusted his position on the cushion and slightly raised Adrien’s hips up before tracing the tip of his tongue over Adrien’s rim and shoving it into his ass. He could pinpoint the exact moment that every sensible thought fled from Adrien’s mind. He knew that they ran and took Adrien's restraint with them. Adrien squirmed in a mix of pleasure and agony as Luka's tongue alternated between licking into him and over his rim.
Adrien’s thighs clamped shut when Luka closed his mouth around his hole and sucked. Luka savoured the feeling of Adrien's thighs around him and continued licking and kissing over his hole. He sucked sharply at his hole, in between quick nips, repeatedly pointing his tongue, then flattening it out. The sound that came out of Adrien's mouth was some garbled version of Luka's name mixed with a moan and a shriek as his hands snapped down and buried themselves in Luka's hair. Luka released him with a pop, causing another moan to slip from Adrien as Luka gently but firmly grasped those soft, muscled thighs and pried them away from his head.
Luka hummed in delight as he shifted his attention to Adrien’s legs. He nipped at the hip joint of his left leg, before slowly moving down to his knee. On the way he blazed a trail of biting kisses, before sucking a mark just below the bend of Adrien's knee. Once he was satisfied with the amount of marks left he switched legs and began anew, marking his way from knee to hip with a broad swath of hickeys and bites. Once he'd reached the opposite hip, Luka shifted Adrien further up the bed and took a moment to look at the mess he was slowly turning his husband into. He groaned as he gave his own throbbing dick a few quick strokes before lightly squeezing the base and releasing himself. Taking more pleasure in drawing moans and wails from his husband and not wanting to cum before he could bring Adrien over the edge.
“Do you have any idea how enticing you are?” Without waiting for a response –one Adrien definitely didn't have enough blood higher up to formulate– Luka dove straight into a litany of praise and compliments.
Every kiss –bruising and gentle alike– was followed with one. A deeply moaned “I love you” against his hip, a mixture of “gorgeous”, “beautiful”, “irresistible”, and more were pressed to the skin from his thighs to his ankles. By the time Luka had crawled back up Adrien’s body there wasn't a millimetre on his lower body that had not been effusively praised, kissed and caressed.
Well, nowhere on his skin. Luka had pressed and prodded at what must have been every erogenous zone in his lower body because by the time Luka deigned to return from appreciating Adrien’s legs, he was near tears.
Unable to stop himself, Luka swooped down and captured Adrien’s lips in a deep kiss. The last time he’d tried to be courteous and kissed the corner of Adrien’s mouth instead, the man had bitten him. Hard. Adrien had then proceeded to huff at him that the only other place that tongue had been was Adrien’s ass “which was clean, thank you”, before he yanked Luka into a kiss that stole his soul straight out of his body.
Luka learned his lesson that day and so now he felt no qualms about delving deep and tasting Adrien properly. From his lips to his palette, Luka made sure to lavish attention to all of Adrien. When he was done he pulled away and took a minute to admire Adrien’s face.
“You look like someone’s been bullying you.” He chuckled as Adrien pouted. Still incoherent then. Luka decided to be nice –he was supposed to be making up for his previous ‘misbehaviour’ after all, but Adrien was just so easy to tease when they were together like this– and gathered the saliva that had started to drip from the corner of Adrien’s mouth on two of his fingers.
“Deep breath for me, Kitty.” As soon as Adrien took that breath Luka gently worked his fingers into Adrien’s ass. He usually preferred to take his time when he was opening Adrien with his fingers. He liked to go nice and slow and map out every erogenous spot like an explorer mapping new ground. He liked to go slow and build the tension, loved to take Adrien to higher and higher peaks until it all finally ended in a glorious burst of ecstasy. That was his usual preference, but over the years he’d been shown the beauty of doing it ‘fast and dirty’ as his menace of a husband would say.
After making sure Adrien had adjusted to the initial intrusion, Luka leaned in close and whispered directly into Adrien’s ear, “Hold on to me, Kitty.” He smiled at the shiver that passed through the other man as Adrien did what he was told and grinned when, not a second later, Adrien’s back bent sharply when Luka pressed his fingers directly to his prostate.
Adrien wailed and dragged his nails down Luka’s back as Luka dragged his fingers back and forth over that spot, occasionally circling around it but always returning to press directly on to it. Luka hissed at the burn of Adrien’s nails and picked up the pace until Adrien was leaking all over his own stomach.
“A–Ah! Ahh! Ohhh, fuck! Oh– F–Fuck! Lu! Luka!” Adrien moaned as Luka took his cock in hand and began to stroke him from base to tip, over and over again, in time with his thrusts. On the final pass he stroked his thumb over the head of Adrien’s cock while pressing firmly on his prostate and sent him hurling over the edge into an intense orgasm.
Luka watched as Adrien’s head snapped back and held him while he thrashed and twitched through the aftereffects. Luka released Adrien cock and slowly pulled his fingers out when the other man began to show signs of overstimulation. Adrien slumped down on the bed sheets after, still twitching but reaching insistently for his husband. Who was Luka to refuse him.
With a smile, Luka wiped his hands on a corner of the bedsheet –briefly lamenting the amount of laundry he would be doing later– before gathering Adrien in his arms and flipping them to a dry spot on the bed. Together they settled, with Adrien comfortably cushioned on Luka’s chest and Luka’s arms pulling him further into the embrace.
“Hmm, I’m so happy to see you relaxing. Thank you for letting me take care of you, Kitty.” Luka rumbled as he pressed a kiss to Adrien’s sunshine hair.
Adrien huffed. “Not like you gave me much choice, sending the boys to your sister’s and ambushing me. Don’t think I didn’t notice you scheming with my assistant.”
Luka chuckled and pressed another kiss to Adrien’s head as his hands cupped the meat of Adrien’s thigh and gently massaged them, instantly calming him down.
“Can we have pancakes for breakfast?” Adrien asked with a yawn, previous grievances forgotten as Luka’s hands worked their magic on his sore muscles.
“We can have whatever the love of my life desires,”Luka responded.
“Good,” Adrien yawned again, “Then I want bacon too. And that apple sauce we had yesterday, and yoghurt, and blueberry…” His sentences slowly tapered off as his eyes drifted shut. Luka smiled and made a note to get them cleaned up in a few minutes before settling in for a cat nap.