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frozenprocedural · 2 years ago

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Teasing

Another Hot Elsarik Summer installment, once more in @couragedontdesertme's Falling Slowly verse. Alarik belongs to @patricia-von-arundel.

VERY E UNDER THE CUT

Teasing

Rating: E

Elsa needed a break.

Alarik had watched her over the past week, walking with her father and the numerous delegates attending the trade summit, and he read her stress in every quick step, in every taut muscle, in every worried line on her face. She needed a break, but wouldn't take one. Not unless he found a way to make her.

Naturally, the solution to those problems was to tease her. Nothing untoward, of course, but Elsa would know what he was doing- all that mattered was that.

His first opportunity presented itself right after rising- helping her dress. A simple enough task, and one he happily performed each morning. He couldn't take any more time than was usual- it would only serve to add to Elsa's stress. But when she turns to let him tie her corset that morning, he made sure his fingers brushed against her back as often as possible. The bodice allowed him to smooth his hands down her arms. Her stockings gave him ample bare skin to work with, and by the time he was slipping her shoes on, the goosebumps were clear on her skin. She was even gripping the sheets.

Rather than acknowledge any of it, Alarik stood, offering his arm for her to hold.

"Time for breakfast, darling."

She shivered, shaking her head a bit as if to clear her thoughts, then accepted his proffered arm. He did nothing until they were just about to enter the dining room. As he pulled away to get Elsa's chair for her, he made sure to trail his fingers down her arm, lingering for the briefest of moments on the back of her hand. This caused her to shiver yet again, and Alarik knew his plan was working.

Still he said nothing, rather, he pulled her chair out and offered her a small bow as she sat. Elsa shot him a sharp look in response, and he smiled in return. She knew he was teasing her, but with the whole family sitting at the table, she could say nothing. Alarik was tempted to brush his fingers along the back of her neck, but decided it might be too much. For the moment.

He sat down, half-listening to the spirited conversation Iduna and Anna were having about guests at the upcoming ball. He made sure to lean as close to Elsa as possible when reaching for dishes, watching the subtle shifts in her face and the ever-growing flush as he did so. The knuckles on the hand holding her fork had turned white, and he knew she was struggling to maintain her composure.

By the time breakfast was over, Alarik knew Elsa was fit to burst. He held back on touching her much more- she still had one meeting left to attend- but he had to make sure she would have no thoughts of returning to her study afterwards. As they reached the meeting room where they would part ways, Alarik enacted the last step of his plan.

"I will be in my lab… Your Highness."

He spoke the last two words slowly, deliberately, keeping his gaze locked on hers as he did so. He watched her eyes go wide, pupils dilating, and her chest heave as she drew a sharp breath. He'd found the use of her title, said in that manner, to drive her wild.Not that he was helping his own needs much- his pants were growing tight.

He supposed he deserved it.

…………

It was not his lab, but the library, where Elsa found him later that day. He was searching for a botany book when he heard the approach of rapid footsteps, followed by…

"Alarik Ióhan Geatland! Do you know just how long that meeting was!?"

He turned to face his fuming wife, mouth opening to answer, when she grabbed his lapels and pulled him down into a fierce kiss. Her tongue pressed against his lips, and when he parted them in surprise, she pressed it inside, running it along his own. He moaned, his arms coming up to wrap about her, only to have Elsa pull away.

"Two hours," she growled. "Two hours of sitting and trying to listen to them talk about agricultural trade when all I could think about was you."

He grinned. "I thought you could use some stress relief. I wanted to keep you from holing up in your study until dinner again."

Elsa's eyes narrowed. "You-"

Then she was on him again, her entire body pressed against his, fingers digging into his neck as she kissed, hard and frantic. He suspected they wouldn't make it to their room, so he guided her back to a mostly-secluded nook, keeping her pressed against him as he walked. When he got there, he pressed her against the wall, lips finding the spot behind her ear. She moaned, her fingers curling at the nape of his neck.

"We'll have to keep quiet," he murmured, nuzzling her neck. "Can you do that?"

She nodded, and he slid one hand down between her legs, his breath catching when he felt the wet patch on her drawers. Elsa whimpered, pressing against his hand, and he wasted no time. With quick movements, he slid her drawers down and out of the way before sliding two fingers into her heat. Elsa dropped her head onto his shoulder, and he could hear her muffled noises of pleasure as he pumped them in and out, his thumb tracing patterns on her nub. She drew a shaking breath, then stopped his movements with a hand on his wrist.

"Your mouth." Her voice was little more than a breath of air. "Use your mouth. I need it."

He withdrew his fingers- slowly. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he ran his tongue over them, savoring her taste. "As you wish, Your Highness."

The shudder that ran through Elsa was so strong, Alarik swore he saw the books on the shelf beside her shift a bit. He dropped down to his knees, pushing her skirt out of the way and running his hands up her thighs, smiling at her gasp. He lifted one leg over his shoulder, unable to repress a needy groan at the sight of her glistening center. He was tempted to tease her a bit more by kissing up her legs, but Elsa appeared to sense his intent and dropped her hand to his curls, her fingers digging into his scalp.

"Alright," he chuckled, then flattened his tongue, swiping it from bottom to top, stopping at her nub and pressing against it. Elsa yelped, her leg pressing into his back.

"Shhhhhh."

Elsa trembled, but stayed quiet, and he began to work in earnest, sensing she was already close to release. He dipped his tongue in and out of her center, occasionally pausing to suck on her folds or her bud. Elsa exhaled deeply, her hips thrusting against him, letting out the occasional whimper. He had to suppress a moan as he relished her taste, licking up everything she had to give.

The shaking of her thighs warned him to secure his hold on her, shifting his shoulders so she was better supported. Her hand in his hair tightened, creating a pleasurable sting, and she fell over the edge, muscles trembling and center dripping. He heard a strange, muffled noise, and pulled away enough to see Elsa's head thrown back in ecstasy, one hand covering her mouth. The sight made him shiver, though he wasn't sure why.

Alarik eased Elsa's leg off of him and stood, offering a steadying arm to her as she came down from her climax. Elsa took the opportunity to pull him in for another kiss, sucking on his lip and moaning softly. Her hands sought and found the waistband of his pants, and with one firm tug, she slid them down far enough to release his erection.

It was his turn to groan.

"Weren't we supposed to be quiet?" Elsa whispered, her eyes dancing with mirth.

He chuckled, then pulled her into another kiss while reaching down to gather up her skirt. Elsa slid her fingers along his shaft, swallowing his moan, before guiding it to her entrance. Alarik started a slow slide in, but Elsa surprised him by grabbing his hips and pulling him into her fully. Alarik grunted into her mouth, and pulled away to see the desperate look in her eyes.

"Hard."

Alarik hissed and swung Elsa so her back was against the wall- the stone would not shift as the bookcase might. He drew back until only his tip remained inside, then thrust himself to the hilt, pressing her against the wall, his hands gripping her hips hard enough he was sure she would have marks later. But Elsa's fingers gripped him just as hard, and she dropped her head to his shoulder, whispering for him to keep going, to not stop.

He set a rapid pace, doing his best to honor Elsa's request, but trying to keep the noise down. It was difficult- her walls gripped him, warm and wet, and his pleasure was building to a near unbearable level. He reached down, fingers finding her bud, tracing well-practiced patterns as he bore into her, knowing he wouldn't last much longer.

But Elsa wasn't far from her own release- he could feel her tremor and her increased breathing against his neck as his fingers worked. He whispered a stream of words- "min älskling", "darling", "so good"- anything that his pleasure-fogged mind could think of, unable to keep from talking.

That was until Elsa's head suddenly came off his shoulder and her hand clamped over his mouth.

"Shhhhhhhh!"

Alarik made some strangled noise against the cool skin of her palm, a bevy of emotions rushing through him- startlement, confusion, and an electric pulse of pleasure that made the fingers on her nub reflexively convulse, pinching it.

Elsa went over the edge.

Her eyes went wide as a shudder made its way through her body, her walls pulsing around his shaft in warm waves. A high keening noise slipped through her lips and with a desperate expression, she dropped her head back to his shoulder and bit down, her voice muffled by his skin.

It was a good thing she still had her hand clamped over his mouth, because Alarik had plenty of noises to make himself.

He spilled inside her, his release almost overwhelming in its intensity. Elsa's bite had set him off, the pain serving to spur greater pleasure. His hands hit the wall on either side of her as he struggled to stay upright.

It took some time for him to regain some sensibility and for his legs to feel like they could support him again. Elsa's hand slipped from his mouth, and he belatedly realized she was no longer biting him. She was, however, checking over his shoulder, and he suddenly understood what happened.

"Who?" He kept his voice to the barest whisper, not daring to move, lest that give them away.

"I thought… I could have sworn I saw my parents."

"Your parents!?" It took everything he had not to shout. Elsa nodded, peeking over his shoulder again.

"I don't see them right now. We should try to get… presentable."

Alarik grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and slipped free from her, moving quickly to clean up the fluids that dripped out. Once their clothes were back on and smoothed into place, they stepped out of their nook, looking around to find…

Nothing.

Elsa drew in a sharp breath, frantically looking around. "I could swear I saw them right there!"

Alarik placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I believe you. Maybe in the… heat of things you missed seeing them leave?"

Elsa cast one last glance over the empty room. "Maybe…"

She didn't sound fully convinced, but when Alarik took her hand, she allowed him to lead her out of the library, neither of them noticing a secret door sliding shut.

…….

"Does it hurt?"

Alarik glanced at Elsa through the mirror he'd been using to examine the bite mark and shrugged.

"It stings a bit but… I don't really mind." He could see his face flushing.

Elsa stared at him for a moment, then rose from where she'd been seated on the bed. She walked to his side, and he continued to watch through the mirror as she lifted her hand and let her fingers play over the mark. He shivered- she'd chilled the tips of them.

Elsa leaned in, her lips hovering just above his skin. "Maybe I should kiss it better?"

Alarik had to swallow several times to clear the sudden lump in his throat. "I… I wouldn't mind if you did."

Despite knowing what was coming, he still started when Elsa's lips pressed to the mark. She kept them there for a brief moment, then she grazed her teeth over it. His head fell back, and he let out a throaty moan.

"Better?" Her teeth nipped his skin on the "t"s, and Alarik's knees nearly buckled. He flung his hands out to grip the edge of the vanity. Elsa nipped the bruise once more before pulling back with a mischievous smile and walking backwards towards the bed, one hand slowly working the buttons on her bodice loose. Alarik followed, thinking it was a good thing their room was private.

He didn't think he would be able to keep quiet this time.

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