Marquette

I'm Back, and so is He.

Note: I'm not even gonna lie, this gets spicy and real touchy-feely solely for my own gain. 

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Rurik was home from a long trip. It was so late at night, Atlas was exhausted, but couldn't find sleep, at the same time he didn't bother trying too hard either. The soldier expected Atlas to be sound asleep as he unlocked the front door of their house and stepped inside, happily greeted by Perseus, their tabby cat. "Hey, Percy." Rurik crows, smiling as he stoops down to scratch the cat's ears, earning loud purring and chirps of gratitude. However, not everyone in the home was so welcoming. Glancing up, Rurik sees Atlas with a knife brandished threateningly in the sheer moonlight, betrayed by the terrified look in his eyes.

Arms held up, Rurik stiffens. It takes a moment, but Atlas soon recognizes his fiance, dropping the knife and jumping at him. Rurik nearly falls back, stunned by the quick change in mood, but gladly hugs Atlas, holding him snug in his arms. "Al.. Fuck, I missed you so much.." Rurik breathes out, his voice laced with fatigue. Atlas squeezes Rurik, holding onto him like a life source.

It's hard to tell how much time passes, but it feels like ages that they held each other there, doing nothing more than breathing one another in.

After what seemed like years, or even decades, Rurik slowly snakes his arms under Atlas, picking the small man up and carrying him upstairs. The process is slow due to Rurik having to refamiliarize himself with the home at such a late, dark hour, but Atlas is patient with him. Arms wrapped around the soldier's neck, Atlas peeks over every once and awhile whenever Rurik's steps falter or seem hesitant. Whenever there's a pause, Atlas tuts his head in a direction, nods, or shakes to help the other find his way. Eventually, the two arrive to the bedroom and Rurik falls backwards onto the bed, leaving Atlas on top of him. Shifting, the two find a comfortable position where both their bodies seemingly fit perfectly together: Rurik spooning Atlas, arms and hands slowly caressing the small form.

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Warning: from here on out is mature writing. i.e. talk of scars, sensual touching, and such.

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Though mute, Atlas makes small gasps, hiccups, and shaky sighs, as he casually guides Rurik's hands over his body. Needless to say, Rurik is a bit shocked, but not objected, letting his touch be directed, until.. Rurik's hand grazes between Atlas's legs; Rurik pulls back, frantically sitting up, worrying the other, as he too sits up. Scared he did something wrong, Atlas desperately signed apology after apology, until he's stopped; Rurik grabs Atlas's hands, holding them tightly, but not crushing them, staring at them through the darkness. "I'm sorry, it just.. startled me.. Atlas I.." Rurik lifts his gaze to Atlas's face, or what he could see of it. "Let's just.. back things up, y'know.. I haven't gotten my 'welcome home' kiss yet.." Rurik offers with an anxious, breathy laugh.

Slowly processing his words, the petite male leans close to Rurik, breath hot on his lips (you know what I mean, don't even) and the moment Atlas is able to feel the other's breath, the two were kissing softly. Despite tender kisses, Rurik's voice managed to slip, earning a smile from Atlas. "Amused, Atlas?" Rurik mutters between short breaths. Instead of a response, nod, or shake, Atlas's hands slip out of Rurik's, slowly sliding up under his shirt. As if he had Rurik's body engrained in his memory, Atlas rubs, caresses, and touches all the spots that made his lover gasp, jolt and groan. Rurik simply just holds Atlas's waist, having forgotten simple pleasures.

With no protests or complaints, Atlas pushes Rurik back into the bed, earning a suspire. "This bed.. Fuck, this bed is so comfortable." Rurik almost chortles as he feels the bed sheets. Atlas softly grins, before trying to turn Rurik over on to his stomach, but ultimately failing to do so. "..Whatcha' tryna' do ta' me again?" he cocks a brow at Atlas. With an exasperated huff, Atlas motions for Rurik to just roll over, not bothering to explain any further.

Though reluctantly, Rurik obliges and turns on to his stomach, crossing his arms on a pillow and perching his head on top. Once Rurik is comfortable, or as comfortable as he can be, Atlas sits on his upper legs, just below his ass (which Atlas shamelessly checked out, of course). Settling into place, the smaller male begins to massage the other's back thoroughly, working through any knots, kinks, or just working in places that he noticed made Rurik whine. This lasts an hour or so, give or take; Atlas rubbing Rurik's back, Rurik crowing and mumbling about how much he missed being home with his lover.

Slowly, but surely, the mute male began to plant tender, warm kisses on the back of the soldier's neck, while slowly rubbing up and down. This of course resulted in Rurik shuddering and sighing heavily, much to Atlas's delight. Soon enough, Rurik had pulled a maneuver that ended up with Atlas pinned beneath him, quickly returning the kisses his neck was littered with prior, the only difference being that he was going farther than the nape. The larger of the two males was dragging his mouth down the other's neck, to the collar bones, eventually throwing off his shirt (after given consent to do so) and kissing all the way down to Atlas's V-line.

Out of instinct, Rurik glances up to Atlas, awaiting the "go-ahead" from his lover. Rurik receives a nod of confirmation, then, almost immediately, Rurik begins to disrobe. Following Rurik's lead, Atlas too throws off his clothes, and together the two leave a pile of clothes next to the bed. The two males gaze at each other, taking note that they both had new scars. Atlas had self-inflicted scars, as well as some injuries that were merely accidental. Rurik had new disfacements on his body from his trip away. The two of them pitied one another, sympathized even. Atlas gently embraces the soldier before him, delicately running his hands over the newly acquired marks. Surprisingly, the soldier's hands find themselves perched on the smaller male's shoulders. Lifting his gaze, Atlas is met with Rurik's needy expression and quiet whimpers.

His face becomes flushed, warm with fluster as he leans forward and the two share another kiss, or two, or several.. Said few kisses quickly become steamy, some open-mouthed, others with tongues roaming the other's mouth, as they drank one another in. In the midst of all the passionate kissing, Atlas had picked back up in guiding Rurik's hands along his body, directing him towards delicious spots while leaning into the other's touch.

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1,146 words including warnings and notes, as well as this end bit.

There may or may not be more, but I am, admittedly, hesitant to share those parts.