honeymoon taag 4 momo

In the scheme of things, a month isn’t nearly the longest stretch Magnus has ever gone without... being intimate.  When Taako was off filming the show, it would often be two months, close to three, before he’d have a spare moment to come back home for any decent amount of time.  It was tough, but they dealt with it fine.  Sometimes the wait made it better, even.

It’s the anxiety of this /particular/ wait, though, Magnus reckons.  The moon has waxed and waned again while they were busy planning two whole weddings, stressing about seating arrangements and outfits and, pointedly, the catering.  By all logic, they should have barely had had time to miss each other.  And yet.

“Ahem.”

Magnus didn’t realise he’d been staring off into the distance until Taako clears his throat, poised in the doorway of their little rented suite.  His brain hasn’t quite learned to anticipate the shock of Taako’s recently chopped hair, and his heart gives a little jump when he turns to look at him.  It’s not a bad surprise at all.  It looks beautiful.  Means something beautiful.

“You’re still in your wedding tunic.” Taako tuts, padding over to the big round nest of a bed they’d been presented with.  “I don’t want you getting it dirty.”

Magnus cocks his head, palms smoothing over the creases at his lap.  “Why would it get dirty?  This is a nice hotel.”

Taako’s smile grows wide and exasperated, a few little strands of chin-length hair sticking resiliently to the corner of his mouth before he brushes them away.  “It’s the first night of our honeymoon.  We can break this little drought we’ve been putting ourselves through.”

There’s no hiding how Magnus’ eyes go wide at that, as if he wasn’t /just/ thinking about that exact thing.  It still catches him up, sometimes;  how Taako wants the same things that Magnus wants, and usually at the same time.  How it barely even needs to be said, save for how Taako loves to tease him by the saying of it.

“Honestly, why sun elves insist on keeping the chastity ritual is beyond me.  Next to humans, I bet we’re the biggest sluts around.” Taako talks as if he’s not making Magnus turn pink in the cheeks, and it would be awful were it not for the fact that Magnus had missed it so, so much.  “Pretty sure a month of good behaviour doesn’t negate a century’s worth of having my back blown out by you.”

That makes Magnus laugh, even if it’s all nerves.  “Really wish you wouldn’t phrase it like that, Taak.”  He extends an arm out regardless, and Taako folds into the space against his chest perfectly.  Taako gets right to kissing his neck, his beard, rubbing his hand along the silk of his tunic where it covers his belly, still a little full from two days of wedding cake and wine.  Magnus has never been good at minding his manners when it comes to Taako touching him, but this time it’s well and truly embarrassing how little contact it takes for him to grow hard, the outline of his cock tenting against his linen pants.

“Married for... 24 or three hours, depending on who you ask, and you still manage to get it up for me after all that time?”  Taako teases, his lips warming the skin just behind Magnus’ ear.  “Romance is alive and well in the Burnsides household.”

That implication strikes a match against Magnus’ heart, heat pooling down low in his belly.  The Burnsides household... that’s not something he ever thought he’d have with someone like Taako.  Elves are completely opposed to changing their given names, he’s learned, but even hearing it as a dumb little joke makes Magnus’ whole body go tight.

“On second thought,” Taako purrs, literally, as one hand moves down to rub the outline of Magnus’ dick, “leave the clothes on, maybe.”

He raises his hips enough so that Taako can pull his pants and underwear down to his thighs, enough so that his cock stands, a bead of come sitting delicately on the tip already.  Taako’s only in a sweater, so it’s easy for Magnus to reach and paw at his thighs, encouraging his boxers off until Taako throws them on the floor.  In the quickest of moments, Taako has a knee braced on either side of Magnus’ hips, kneeling close enough that Magnus swears he can feel the heat from him.

Taako takes his hand, slender fingers smoothing over big, calloused knuckles, and guides it between his legs.  He’s so wet that Magnus forgets to breathe for a long moment, until he’s dizzy and hot in his cheeks.  The slick clings to his fingers when he moves them, brushes carefully down to his entrance and back again to his pretty dick.  “I’ve thought about it every day this whole month.  Our first fuck as a married couple.  I thought I’d’ve run for the hills by now for /sure/, but turns out, I actually want it so bad you probably don’t even need to get me ready.”

Taako grabs him by the sideburns like he’s trying to distract him from any secret vulnerability he might’ve seen, bringing them together in a kiss that knocks their teeth and turns quickly into all tongue, vulgar and slow like when Magnus gets his mouth between Taako’s legs.  The thought makes his mouth wet with want, but Taako seems to have his plan laid out, and Magnus would sooner die than keep his /husband/ from whatever he needs.

Taako lowers his hips against Magnus’, rubbing the obscene wet of his slit against the length of Magnus’ cock until it’s a real effort to keep from sobbing.  He teases it in slowly;  it’s been a while, and Magnus is kinda big, but the truest truth of all is that Taako almost definitely just wants to torture him, squeezing his entrance around the head of Magnus’ dick, and then out again, and then in.  By the time Taako sinks down proper, Magnus feels like the world has run out of air, or like Taako has stolen it all for his needy little gasp, brow knitted in concentration as he settles his hips.

“Fuck, baby boy,” Taako breathes, rocking in tiny slow circles with his hands twisting in Magnus’ silk shirt, “that’s it.  Deep as you can.”

Taako clenches around Magnus, angling his hips so that Magnus can feel the press of his insides against the head of his cock.  His mind goes blank as he lifts his hips up to meet Taako’s, a rough little thrust that has Taako making a gorgeous, dirty sound in the back of his throat, like when he first stretches his arms after waking up in the morning.

Magnus’ hands find Taako’s waist on instinct, not pushing, but fingers making divots in his belly all the same.  Taako manages to spread his knees even further, the tendons of his inner thighs tensing with the effort as he brings his fingers to his clit, rolling it between his fingers.  Magnus wants to do it, to take care of everything until Taako only has nothing to do but ride it out, but he feels like if he lets go of Taako’s waist, he might be done for.

Taako does a perfectly good job on himself, the added stimulation causing his body to shiver in ways that reverberate up Magnus’ spine.  His fingers probe deeper, brushing against Magnus’ cock where it comes out of him, and Magnus can do nothing but watch as Taako brings those fingers to his mouth after a moment and licks, a little moan escaping him at the taste.

When Taako looks at him, he must see the hunger in Magnus’ expression, because he puts his still-slick fingers to Magnus’ lips in turn.  Magnus sucks in the taste of sweet come, and saliva, and the musk of their cocks, and it feels like the whole room is spinning.

“Come in me and you can eat it out after.”  Taako says, and Magnus has no choice but to comply with his whole body, his whole spirit.