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He had had no other choices than trusting his newly-wed husband, when Coriolanus pulled out their passports, explaining that they were boarding a flight in four hours.
Now he is staring at Orient Express, and breathing in the mix of gasoline, fast food, and goodbyes that’s the trademark smell of all the train stations around the world.
”Our turn, baby.” Sejanus lets his luggage go with the porters, and follows his husband.
Coriolanus had been perfectly sweet, calling him cheesy nick names, and keeping a steady hand somewhere on Sejanus’ body. With the lovely gestures he had been tempting Sejanus closer like a scared stray cat, and he had been taking steps forward willingly.
”I took the liberty to choose Paris grand suite without consulting you.”
Sejanus touches the shiny reddish brown wood on the wall, eyes scanning the pale greens and browns of the furniture, and the warmth of the evening sun making the surfaces a little golden. The space is not generous, but it’s luxurious, and more than enough for two people.
He doesn’t mind, at all.
They have the dinner brought into the cabin. After eating and a shower Sejanus sits on the firm, thick mattress, legs spread and hands resting on his own thighs. He is keeping his own body language open, telling himself that Coriolanus likes what he is seeing, he can be desirable for this man.
He knows the basics of course, but it’s overwhelming, electric, when the man palms him through his thin sleeping pants, and kisses Sejanus’ willingly offered mouth.
Coriolanus naturally makes the wrong conclusion, when Sejanus winces at the touch of fingers on his cock.
”Am I hurting you?”
”No, just a weird sting in my thigh.” Coriolanus waits for the random ache to pass, rubbing his skin comfortingly.
He is bold, in control and seems to know what he is doing, what his goal is. Sejanus relaxes into the mattress, breathing through the fingers first. Coriolanus moves them in and out of him, Sejanus just knowing he is getting pink at the praise from the man’s lips. It never stops Coriolanus, the next thing he softly compliments being how lovely Sejanus looks all flustered.
He is empty, open, reaching relief, when their bodies slot together. Coriolanus stays still, his eyes so scarily soft that Sejanus dares to believe that his new husband likes being close like this, that he is not only looking for orgasms, and the change to claim Sejanus’ shaking body.
In Paris grand suite of the Orient Express, between Istanbul and Bucharest Sejanus Snow-Plinth loses his virginity.
First it’s only weird to share his body, not painful, not good, just weird.
”Don’t think so much”, Coriolanus whispers, cupping his face with one hand, ”You can touch yourself.”
He is getting a little more active, raising his hands to touch Coriolanus, squeeze his strong shoulders, or letting them travel down his sides. He is shaped nicely, someone who clearly works out regularly, but not so sculpted that Sejanus would get insecure over his own looks.
The cock inside him hits another spots, bringing a helpless sound on his lips. He moans his husband’s name without realizing he is doing that, and Coriolanus’ blue eyes are smug, when he kisses Sejanus, fucking him a little more fiercely.
They come together on the moment of an orgasm, Coriolanus never hesitating to fuck him through the wave of blinding pleasure. It prolongs the good feeling in his body, being just a little too much, and leaving his limbs heavy and tingling.
He is a little teary afterwards. Sejanus takes a moment before meeting the blue eyes.
”I’m okay”, he reassures, lips a little shaky.
Sejanus can just lie there, spreading his legs a little when he allows Coriolanus wiping him with a warm wash cloth. He is way too tired to get up for a proper wash, but a small, happy candle flame warms his chest, when Coriolanus returns, snuggling close and pressing a kiss on Sejanus’ forehead.
”You good, warm?”
”Yeah.”
He lies awake for a while, listening to the unfamiliar noises of the train, and watching Coriolanus’ profile in the moonlight. Sejanus could get up, and close the curtains, but it would be nonsense, when he has such a pretty piece of art right there.
He is actually feeling well-rested, and quite fresh, when a light touch on his cheek breaks the sleep hours later.
”Good morning.”
”Morning.”
They just watch each other for a while, Sejanus offering a shy smile, and his partner responding to it.
”Can I kiss you?” Coriolanus surprises him with the question like he wouldn’t have been doing a lot more than that last night.
”Always.” It’s warm and chaste, Coriolanus staying close like he’d be just enjoying Sejanus’ presence.
”Do you want to have breakfast here?”
”Yes, please."
Before the breakfast arrives he is on the sand-colored sofa of the suite, in a pair of soft sweatpants and his husband’s big long-sleeved shirt. Sejanus is hugging himself, not upset, just still processing last night, how his body doesn’t feel fully his own right now. He would pull out a pair of slacks and a button-down for the meal if he had to, but the change to pass that is an unexpected gift.
Soon he is biting into a piece of baguette, and sharing some fruit and coffee with his husband.
”Thank you.”
”For what?”
”For being so… Nice.”
”I like to see you smiling, and getting a little more comfortable. I want you to be relaxed. You don’t have to worry. This is not ideal, but we will make this good.”
Coriolanus takes a slice of strawberry, blue eyes looking past Sejanus.
”Do you necessarily want to attend the concert at the hotel tonight? I was thinking about stealing you away for myself, and going for a dinner at this restaurant near the train station.”
”Sounds better.”