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If anything, Rush thought, Dave managed to look even more impressive without all of his finery. Most guys, get them down to their undershirt and they looked kind of wrinkled and unfinished. But there was Dave, sitting back against the headboard of the bed, half-dressed, with one foot drawn up in front of him, and he looked-- incredible. Absolutely incredible. Not that Dave didn't look incredible just about, oh, always.

Rush laughed breathlessly at himself. He was so gone, it wasn't even funny.

Flexing his arms against the pull of silk, Rush stared at Dave-- all that golden skin and understated strength so close and yet impossibly far away-- and wished that Dave wasn't quite so good with his knots. If he could just get his hands free-- but that would negate the entire point of this little exercise. His hands were secured to the bed's footboard because both of them knew damned well there was no way he could just sit there, otherwise, not with Dave sprawled all over the cushions and-- talking.

And oh, man, could Dave talk: ringing tones and low murmurs and the occasional rough purr that did strange and wonderful things to Rush's spine. How half the kingdom wasn't panting after him, Rush wasn't sure, because having to stand and listen while he gave a speech or something? There had been times when Rush thought he was going to embarrass himself right there in the audience hall. And that was just the public voice, it had nothing on how Dave sounded in their bedroom. Rush thought he could probably listen to Dave talk forever.

He wasn't even sure what Dave was saying just then, really. Oh, he knew Dave was talking to him, because his mind occasionally woke up and tuned in to phrases like look at you shaking, you're gorgeous like that and perhaps should let you do the tying next time. But he could have been reading out some musty old treaty document, it really didn't matter, it was all in the tone and the delivery, smooth and smoky like that really good Balterossan liqueur.

By the time Dave left his cushions and crawled towards Rush in one long, slow ripple of muscle, Rush was panting and dangerously close to the edge. Without a hand on him, even-- which, by Dave's pleased smirk, was exactly what he'd intended. Dave came in close, just close enough that Rush could feel the heat of his body when he arched towards it, and then Dave put his lips against Rush's ear and started into a thick, throaty murmur. Rush let his head tip helplessly into that sound, closing his eyes and clenching his fists as he came.

He wasn't entirely certain what happened. They'd been travelling, fighting the odd monster but mostly just exploring the area. He'd been standing near Rush when Rush called forth his little digging creature. He vaguely recalled the cold sting of something spraying over them from a fissure in the rock, but after that--

David wrenched at the fastenings of Rush's trousers, hearing Rush's muffled encouragements through the roar of his own pulse in his ears. There was a small and still-diminishing part of him that seemed to think it odd that he was practically undressing someone before an audience, that suggested he should stop before they went past all bounds of propriety. It cited the available evidence and concluded that there had to be something else at play, something well beyond the way Rush usually tested his self-control.

Objectively, David knew that little part of him was likely correct. But it didn't stop him from moaning when Rush bucked against him, and it couldn't keep him from digging a hand inside Rush's opened belt and palming him skin-to-skin when the opportunity presented itself.

Someone nearby coughed pointedly, then again, uncomfortable. With the last shred of him that could think of such things, David hoped that their companions would at least turn away and give them the illusion of privacy until this madness passed. If it passed. He certainly hoped it would wear off eventually, or else a great many things were going to become rather awkward.

At least the only witnesses present were their friends: just his loyal Generals and the closest of Rush's mercenary compatriots. He was reasonably certain that they'd already known he and Rush were dallying together.

Rush made a low growl of sound and bit at David's lower lip, smothering David's breathless laugh. If they hadn't known, he thought faintly, they certainly did now. So much for discretion.