Moonlight Sonata

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight couldn't sleep.

There was nothing new about that, not since he'd come home from the war. In the months he'd stayed at home, trying to keep himself together enough to look after their business interests, Goodnight had suffered bouts of insomnia bad enough that a doctor suggested laudanum to help him sleep.

Most nights, however, he'd come downstairs and played at the piano until he got fed up or tired enough to try to sleep. Apparently someone remembered those habits; when Goodnight found the piano, there was a candle already sitting on it - not lit, but waiting.

Monsieur Lucien does not sleep. He remembered overhearing Anaïs talking to a new member of the household. Monsieur Lucien plays the piano at night; do not be surprised if you hear it. Do not bother him.

Goodnight got the candle lit and set the one he'd brought from upstairs down on the other side of the piano. He lifted the cover and brushed his fingers over the keys, re-familiarizing himself; it hadn't been that long since he played, it had been years since he sat at this particular piano. He knew it would be well-tuned, knew it had been looked after. After a while he began playing the quiet strains of Beethoven's sonata.

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[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight's breath caught for a moment. His hand caressed Billy's in passing before he reached down to slowly hike up Billy's nightshirt. He reached beneath it, sliding his hand over Billy's thigh, his side, his stomach, all the while watching his face. They had time, they had privacy, and Billy was so damn beautiful.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Goodnight's hands went so slowly, gently wandering, and Billy's face went flushed, a lazy, deep need creeping through him as Goodnight put him on display and started to touch him like that. He traced his own hands across Goodnight's chest, feeling out the shape of him under the thin cotton of his nightshirt.

"Kiss me," he whispered, accent gone thick for a moment.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

How could he resist that? Goodnight caught him in another kiss, lingering this time as his fingers brush over Billy's cock before they wrap around him. The kiss was more heated than the last few, the slow burn of arousal creeping in as he fondled, teased.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy moaned softly into the kiss, almost as soon as Goodnight touched him. He rocked his hips lazily, enjoying this slow, close contact, the forbidden mixing seamlessly with the desired. He kissed back, fingers trailing down Goodnight's front so he could ruck his nightshirt up as well.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight's breath caught as Billy pulled his nightshirt up. He deepened the kiss and moved so that he was leaning more over him, his arm pillowed beneath Billy's head. He started stroking slowly, meeting the gentle movement of Billy's hips.

"Mon cher," he breathed, soft need edging his voice. Even if this moment was stolen, it was still theirs.

[assassinwithahairpin]

They rolled, slightly, but the bed was more than big enough for both of them and for their movement. Billy squirmed, just a little, his breath coming in stuttered pants already. He palmed Goodnight through his shorts, licking his lips, lifting his hips to press his cock through the circle of Goodnight's fingers.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

His breath caught with the insistent press of Billy's hand. Goodnight rocked his hips to meet him while his hand matched Billy's pace, encouraging the movement of his hips. He kept himself propped up, wanting to see Billy's face even if his view was occasionally interrupted by either of them seeking kisses.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy rubbed at a slower pace than the stroke of Goodnight's hand on his cock. He arched and squirmed, and blessed that the bed did not creak beneath them. Goodnight was watching him, so intently, so adoringly, and it flushed heat through Billy as he looked up at him, catching every kiss he could.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Billy's slow rubbing was worse than a tease: it was working. The slide of fabric and the heat of Billy's hand, the pressure, threatened to undo him. Goodnight caught Billy in a biting kiss; his thumb teased around the head of his cock. Sweet nothings fell from his mouth between every breathless kiss.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy groaned against Goodnight's mouth from that kind of kiss, from the way his fingers moved. He chased every kiss, sucked the praise off Goodnight's lips, murmured his own in Korean and increasingly broken English as he gasped quietly and squirmed.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"That's it," he whispered, feeling the change in the way Billy moved, the way he breathed. His own voice caught, eyebrows drawn briefly together as the pressure of Billy's hand shifted just so. Goodnight didn't try to coax his hand beyond fabric yet; he might not even need it at this rate. "Oh cher," he gasped, voice strained.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy shivered out a sigh, his hips arching off the bed insistently now. He swore, a long string of it, as he came in a mess on Goodnight's fingers and across his own belly. He never stopped moving his hand against the front of Goodnight's underwear, rubbing him steadily toward completion as well.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

The heat of Billy's come drew a moan from him. Goodnight pushed into a kiss, licked into his mouth to taste him as his own hips moved with more urgency, seeking Billy's hand steadily. He let go of Billy's cock, broke the kiss only to hold is hand between them, to catch a taste of Billy from his fingers. It didn't take him long, not with Billy's hand on his cock and his taste on his tongue. Goodnight tried to stifle a low moan, lost between them as he came. "Oh cher," he breathed, stifled and strained.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy bit his lip and whined, just for a second, as he watched Goodnight drag his fingers through the mess on his stomach and then lick his fingers clean. He squeezed Goodnight intently, feeling the heat of it when Goodnight came. He rocked up, kissing him deeply

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight held him in the kiss, pulled Billy closer against him. He didn't break from it until he feel like he needed to, if only to catch his breath. His fingertips brushed over Billy's cheek, the angle of the bone. He kissed him again.

"Let's not indulge that nonsense of sleeping apart," he murmured quietly, almost a plea.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy nodded in agreement. He lifted his clean hand and ran it gently into Goodnight's hair. When had he become incapable of being apart from this man? Perhaps he should worry over the dependency. More than that, he just wished they didn't have to hide, didn't have to make believe that this wasn't happening as soon as they stepped outside the bedroom.

"Please," he said, an ascent to the request.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"I'm sorry we have to be so careful, cher." It was thing he'd felt the need to apologize for before; their discretion had always been for the sake of their safety. But being here, somehow, made it heavier.

[assassinwithahairpin]

"Don't apologize." There was no need for it. If they had been in a hotel, they would have had a bit more leeway in this sleeping arrangement, but they would still have to be careful, secretive. But in this moment, it felt like the whole world was there. There was nothing but them and this bed, and Billy could live with that.