We deserve this.

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Deserve to be Happy If we're honest, fictional characters can be generalized into two camps: 1. good people who have crap happen to them or 2. just crappy people. But bad or good, cheery or grouchy, undeserving or no, we sometimes shamelessly want them to have something nice in life. Or, more accurately, someone nice. A certain someone to give them kisses and their favorite foods, to make sure they have a blanket when they fall asleep, and maybe to whisk them away on fun dates/adventures? If they're lucky, this somebody may even give killer back rubs. But forget your shame, okay? No judgement here. This is just a cute meme for all your gross (shipping) needs, where your character can get all the happiness they deserve...or don't. Whatever! Comment with your character's info, your prefs, all those goodies. You can also include info about what would make your character really happy or if there's a particular role you'd like to play (maybe the one doing the cheering up?). Reply to others. Be presh.

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[pricklywolf]

Lambert goes to sneer at being teased, but the feeling of a rough hand around his cock smooths his features right back out, and his voice maybe comes out not so biting. "Yeah, and why shouldn't I? W-what's wrong with nice things?" Other than the price he often had to pay for them. His head drops back to the pillow, hips lifting and knees shifting a little wider.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Shhhhh." Eskel says, ruffling the younger man's hair, pressing him into the pillows momentarily. "It's alright." His slick fingers work over the younger witcher's cock as he leans in close to whisper in Lambert's ear. "Do you want me to get you off just like this or do you want more?" His fingers tease up the back of Lambert's thigh, to the curve of his backside. An unspoken question.

[pricklywolf]

The ghosting of breath over his ear and the fingers teasing up his thigh make Lambert shiver, and it takes him a moment to register that Eskel's asking him something. It's just a tiny bit difficult to get the words out. But he knows this won't be enough to shut his mind off for a while, so he does his best.

"More. Need more."

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Good." Sufficiently assured as to his fellow Wolf's needs, Eskel applies another layer of grease to his fingers, experientially pressing one into Lambert while rubbing his back soothingly. "You just relax, Lamb, I've got you."

[pricklywolf]

Lambert nods, keeping himself relaxed, and the finger slips in easily enough. But he knows it's been a while for both of them. So he doesn't argue about the gentle treatment or the comforting words.

[wolfdogwitcher]

Just because he knows Lambert can take some rough handling doesn't mean he's going to push it. At least at this point. He thrusts in his finger, one hand braced on Lambert's shoulders, pressing down. He wouldn't hold Lambert down but the touch is...bracing, certainly.

When he's sure he can, he adds a second finger.

[pricklywolf]

Having a hand braced on his shoulders is nice, but it doesn't keep the young witcher from moving. Especially when he feels a second finger prodding at him. He tries to stay quiet, not wanting to risk their mentor interrupting (because wouldn't that ruin everything), but a few soft moans manage to escape.

[wolfdogwitcher]

Eskel's free hand shifts up from Lambert's shoulders and into his hair, gripping at the root and holding fast as he begins to slowly thrust his fingers. Focusing all his attention on the other Witcher.

[pricklywolf]

Lambert hisses at the tug on his hair. With each thrust, he pushes back into it, already eager to please the older Wolf.

[wolfdogwitcher]

Lambert's so eager to please, completely surrendering and it makes Eskel's heart ache. He's determined to give Lambert what he needs and he speeds up the work of his fingers, hoping to get the other witcher relaxed, and give him more than a little pleasure in the bargain.

[pricklywolf]

"Esk..." It comes out as a whimper, the rest of what he'd meant to say dying on his tongue. He's bared to the other witcher, plenty relaxed, but he's still finding it hard to say what he wants.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Yeah?" A note of encouragement in the rough voice. A dexterous curling of rough fingers. He needs to hear Lambert say it. Wants him to, the note of need in the witcher's voice making his cock twitch and ache.

[pricklywolf]

Lambert moans, trying to bury his face in the pillow and crying out when he's reminded that Eskel has a grip on his hair. "I want--need you."

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Tell me what you want." Eskel says, not relinquishing his grip on the witcher's hair. "You know I'd do anything for you, but I need to hear you say it." He does, however, shift so that Lambert can feel his hard cock against his spread thighs.

[pricklywolf]

"Fuck," he breathes, pressing back on the fingers still working him. "I want you to fuck me." It doesn't quite come out as a growl.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"There you go." Eskel laughs in the dark. He withdraws his fingers and settles between the other witcher's legs. "That wasn't so hard-- fuck--!"An obscene noise tears itself from his ruined lips as he spreads oil over his aching cock, lines himself up and thrusts.

[pricklywolf]

That laugh sends heat spreading through Lambert. The urge to snarl and mouth off rises up, but the way he's knelt with his ass in the air, spread open for the older man, keeps him quiet. And then Eskel is thrusting in, and he can't help crying out again.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Shhhhh." Eskel says, but the tremble in his voice takes the edge off the order. He bends over the other man so he can kiss and nip at his shoulders as he sets a slow, deep, grinding pace. He struggles to keep his senses focused on Lambert.

[pricklywolf]

Lambert doesn't want to be quiet, but he'll give Eskel anything he asks for. He slips one hand under the pillow, bringing it up to muffle himself with it, and reaches back with his other hand for one of Eskel's. When he catches hold of a wrist, he tries to tug it around to his chest.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"I've got you. I've got you, Lamb." Eskel says against his ear, wrapping his arm around the other Wolf's chest. His other hand grasps Lambert's hips as he thrusts into him. Their bodies shift restlessly in the dark and if Eskel closes his eyes it's like being young again, before their bodies had been torn apart on the Path. When Lambert was an easily upset youth, who cried more than the other young men in his class. It's not that Eskel felt sorry for him: to do so felt cruel, as if he had pitied him, but he had felt protective of him in a way that felt less necessary with some of the younger witchers. "I've got you. I'll take care of you. It's alright."

[pricklywolf]

Like this, it's easy for Lambert to shut his brain off and just enjoy the moment. He still remembers the first time, how gentle Eskel had been, and how much closer he'd felt to the other witcher afterward. He had been scared the first time. Now, he's enthusiastic and pliant, a broken moan being drawn out every time the older Wolf thrusts particularly deep.

[wolfdogwitcher]

It's easy to be scared the first time, no matter what kind of intimacy is being exchanged. It's hard to trust someone else with your body when you've only just realized your body belongs not to you, but to the 0rder. But Eskel liked to think he had been as good to Lambert as he knew how to be. And he would be good to him now, as best he could.

It helped that Lambert looked so good like this, felt so good held close, smelled amazing. Eskel's thrusts pick up the pace, free hand holding fast to Lambert's hip as he drives into him. Now the sounds against Lambert's ear are starting to unravel as Eskel finally stops thinking, starting to lose himself in his own pleasure.

[pricklywolf]

Lambert lets the pillow fall from his face, and the scent of arousal is so thick, it's all he can think of. He's lost to the feeling of it, the sound of it, the one hand still gripping tight to Eskel's wrist. Nothing matters except this.

He slips his free hand down, gripping himself loosely as he starts to stroke.

[wolfdogwitcher]

Eskel growls against Lambert's ear, his panting breaths taking on a rough edge. The hand on Lambert's hip grips tight enough to bruise. He buries his face in the back of Lambert's neck and abandons himself completely to the moment, his hips jerking, thrusts becoming erratic and desperate.

[pricklywolf]

Eskel's name is drawn out in a moan amidst a plea for "harder" and "more". The begging doesn't last long, though, a wave of pleasure taking Lambert by surprise. He spills himself, making a mess of the sheets and his own chest. It seems to go on forever to the young witcher, even though he knows it's only a moment.