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It was a bright, crisp, Wednesday afternoon in Pelican town. Pierre’s was closed as usual today, as Sam had no work during the cooler months.
The French man’s hand rested against his husband’s expanding and falling chest. A simple chortle appeared from his throat as he turned around to face Kent.
Kent’s face scrunched as Pierre did so, his face relaxing as the French man settled in his position. Pierre smiled, admiring the relaxation present on the ex-army man’s face. No tension in his muscles, no frowns or fake smiles gave out to anyone.
Just… complete relaxation. Pierre sighed happily as his memory from the previous days came back to him. He was living with Kent now, sharing a house with Sam and Vincent. The French man loved with thought, subconsciously outlining Ken’t high cheek bone with his finger.
After a couple of minutes, Kent’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Kent softly chuckled, his eyes softening at the sight of Pierre besides him.
“Hello, Pierro,” Kent whispered softly, his hand laying on top of Pierre’s, “did you sleep well? I heard an explosion last night and I-“
“It’s fine, I just needed to keep you from having a panic attack,” Pierre replied softly.
Kent nodded, laying his head next to his husband, pulling Pierre closer to him.
“I’m sorry I’m like this,”
“H-hey! Don’t be sorry for that,” Pierre assured, “it’s normal for an officer who helped in war come back with PTSD, right?”
Kent softly nodded, his grip on the hem of Pierre’s shirt tightened. The French man sighed at this reaction, “why don’t we just get comfortable? Just me and you?”
Kent sighed, his hand relaxing for a bit. Pierre softly beamed at his lover, his hand resting on Kent’s back.
10 minutes pass by and they both lay there, Pierre nearly falling asleep again, his eyelids dropping slowly while the feeling of laziness laid over him. Kent slightly shifted from his spot with his breathing more normal.
“Pierro? Are you awake?” Kent softly asked, rubbing the store owner’s thigh. Pierre’s eyelid slowly peeled themselves open to see Kent crouching next to him.
“Yeah, what’s wron-“ Pierre’s question was muffled with a kiss. Pierre stopped his talking the instant their lips met, his eyes closing meanwhile Kent’s hands travelled down to his ass.
As they kissed, Kent’s calloused hands massaged the French man’s ass, a softly groan escaped from the ex-army man. He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes lit with lust and desire.
“Why’d you stop, mon amour?” Pierre begged, his eyes flooding with crave of the man in front of him. Kent laughed before flipping his husband over on his stomach.
“Mmh, sometimes I miss this,” Kent softly said, his hand continued to massage the plump mass on Pierre’s lower back, “I miss having this special time together. Just the two of us.”
Pierre grinned at this now knowing what Kent wanted. He grabbed for his pillow that was pushed off the bed and tucked it under his chest, making sure it was comfortable.
The American sighed as he glowered over the smaller man, his knee placing itself between Pierre’s legs while his fingers wrapped themselves around the waistband of his husband’s underwear.
Kent tugged them off, throwing them to an unknown corner of the room. Pierre giggled as he swiveled his head around.
“Impatient today, Kenny?” The store owner teased softly, in response, Kent rolled his eyes and chuckled before spreading Pierre’s cheeks apart.
….
Pierre mewled at the sensation of Kent lapping his tongue over his collarbone while his hands created small bruises along his hips. The pace of Kent’s thrusts progressively got harsher, and faster as time went on.
A growl arose in the American’s throat as he thrusted harder into the French man, Pierre crying out in pure pleasure.
“Oh my- Kent..! I’m going to- to- to” Pierre threw his head back against the backboard of the bed, his eyes screwed shut with pleasure as he rode out a quick orgasm. His seed spilt over Kent and his chest, Kent moaned at the sight of this.
“My sweet Pierre, my sweet Pierre… oh my Yoba…” Kent muttered, his thrusts becoming more frantic. Pierre swore he could hear color in that moment once he became overstimulated. His cries and moans were heard in the house as Kent thrusted one final time.
Kent exhaled harshly as he came in Pierre, his face covered in sweat and blush. Pierre let out a small sound, something between the lines of a soft moan and a laugh.
“I.. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, Kent,” the store owner said dreamily, his lips curled up in a dopey grin.
“I’ll walk you over there… are you ok?” Kent asked, rubbing Pierre’s arm. Pierre nodded before slowly adjusting himself to sit up.
“Could we take a bath?” Pierre questioned, “before Vincent and Sam come back?”
Kent smiled at this question, his arms wrapping around the French man.
“Yes, and… thank you for helping me last night,”
“It’s no problem, mon amour,”