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icarusalsoflew) wrote2013-12-24 01:52 pm
icarusalsoflew) wrote2013-12-24 01:52 pm
003. and in every raindrop... // open post.
Take a prompt, take some time, drop in as you like. If you're from Eudio, though, mosey on down here.
Take a prompt, take some time, drop in as you like. If you're from Eudio, though, mosey on down here.
SENT: 6:16 PM
That's nice to hear. Anyway, if I don't, I'll make it up to them. Promise.
[And you know you can rely on that. This one keeps his promises.]
[ Yes, Brig does. And yes, Brother Hikaru does. ]
[ Hikaru is family, just like An'yu-sama and the Hounds. His two goddaughters have brightened up his life. Hopefully they can do it for his brother too. ]
SENT: 06:18 PM
Well, since we're on the topic of my family: Kitty's birthday is at the end of the month. Recent developments have gotten me braining plans. I'm putting the invite out now: You're invited and your presence would make the day with my family even brighter.:)
[ Hikaru is family, just like An'yu-sama and the Hounds. His two goddaughters have brightened up his life. Hopefully they can do it for his brother too. ]
Edited 2014-04-15 13:41 (UTC)
[ There's a hum in his throat as you move that way, as a sharp stab of lust goes through him, prompting him to suck you off in earnest, even as he eases his finger in, the tightness of you impossibly warm around that one small part of him.
He's shifting as well, over those sheets, his own cock hard against the fabric covering your mattress, his thoughts turning to the idea of the tight, hot walls of you clamping down hard all around him as he holds you close and buries his face in your skin.
The groan that escapes him is cut-off, because the image is so vivid, especially with how full you feel inside his mouth. ]
He's shifting as well, over those sheets, his own cock hard against the fabric covering your mattress, his thoughts turning to the idea of the tight, hot walls of you clamping down hard all around him as he holds you close and buries his face in your skin.
The groan that escapes him is cut-off, because the image is so vivid, especially with how full you feel inside his mouth. ]
[Huh. That's... unexpected.
Wait, no. It really shouldn't be.
Huh.]
[Yeah, of course he knows her birthday. It's the Blade King.]
Wait, no. It really shouldn't be.
Huh.]
SENT: 6:19 PM
30th, right? Will you be celebrating on the day itself, or...?
[Yeah, of course he knows her birthday. It's the Blade King.]
[ Don't be a stranger, Brother. Cause you aren't.:) ]
[ That last one was an afterthought Brig couldn't help insert. ]
SENT: 06:21 PM
Yup, probably on the day itself, if I can request a leave for J and an absence for K. Hopefully you can be given a leave from whatever then too.:)
It's a Tuesday again. Funny, I just noticed that so many things keep happening on Tuesdays for us all. Did you notice too?
[ That last one was an afterthought Brig couldn't help insert. ]
Edited 2014-04-16 10:05 (UTC)
[Your proximity is killing him, because in a moment like this, it isn't nearly enough. There's the snippet of a thought, just within the white hot static of too much need.
Been too fucking long. And it's you with him, like this, right now.
...And a part of him wishes that he could turn that thinking part of him off, because he can hear himself whine into the sheets.
You must be rather familiar with that sort of sound coming from him by now, huh?]
Been too fucking long. And it's you with him, like this, right now.
...And a part of him wishes that he could turn that thinking part of him off, because he can hear himself whine into the sheets.
You must be rather familiar with that sort of sound coming from him by now, huh?]
SENT: 6:22 PM
I'll try to block off the week of the 30th, then. Just in case.
And don't even get me started on Tuesdays. :))
[Yeah. Really. Please don't get him started on Tuesdays.]
[ He is, and it's killing him, because the ache between his legs is becoming next to unbearable and you're not ready yet.
He's pulling back now, eyes fixed on your face as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, a second finger joining the first to stretch you out.
You'll see it: the want in his eyes, the question of Is this okay? even as he feels how tight you are and how soon can't come soon enough.
You'll notice it too -- he's stalling a little. Forgive him, this is all so terribly new and he's a little overwhelmed by the way you look against those sheets, ready for the taking. ]
He's pulling back now, eyes fixed on your face as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, a second finger joining the first to stretch you out.
You'll see it: the want in his eyes, the question of Is this okay? even as he feels how tight you are and how soon can't come soon enough.
You'll notice it too -- he's stalling a little. Forgive him, this is all so terribly new and he's a little overwhelmed by the way you look against those sheets, ready for the taking. ]
Mm... keep going. Please.
[It takes a monumental effort, getting his throat to work, dragging those words out past the tightness, the lightheadedness, the heat. It's terrible, really, how one's body starts to betray one's self at times like this.
He can't stop thinking about what will be like to take you inside of himself when your fingers alone are already enough to make him want to crawl out of his skin and beneath yours. That must should be obvious, in the way he watches you (all trembling lips and darkened eyes) and how he sounds (desperate, breathless, completely out of sorts).]
[It takes a monumental effort, getting his throat to work, dragging those words out past the tightness, the lightheadedness, the heat. It's terrible, really, how one's body starts to betray one's self at times like this.
He can't stop thinking about what will be like to take you inside of himself when your fingers alone are already enough to make him want to crawl out of his skin and beneath yours. That must should be obvious, in the way he watches you (all trembling lips and darkened eyes) and how he sounds (desperate, breathless, completely out of sorts).]
[ And because he can't stand it anymore, he's slipping those digits out of you and crawling all over your body so that he can catch your lips with his own.
Every bit of movement makes his breath hitch and his movements are a little jerky because the length of him is brushing up against you. It feels so ridiculously good, he can't help but roll his hips up against yours. There are also small, chokes, desperate sounds leaving his lips because he wants to ask but doesn't know how and he just needs you. ]
Every bit of movement makes his breath hitch and his movements are a little jerky because the length of him is brushing up against you. It feels so ridiculously good, he can't help but roll his hips up against yours. There are also small, chokes, desperate sounds leaving his lips because he wants to ask but doesn't know how and he just needs you. ]
Edited 2014-04-17 06:42 (UTC)
[That horrible feeling of emptiness that hits him the moment your fingers pull out is thankfully brief, because you're replacing it with the solidity of your presence, your heat, and your mouth on his, lending him a little air to breathe. He responds with fervor, opening his own mouth to yours, subsequently groaning against it when he feels the way your hips move against his, and feels, as well, the hardness of your cock close to his own.
He lets this go until it's proven that it definitely isn't enough, and then he wraps his arms around your neck, to draw up as far as he can and whisper in your ear.]
Come inside already.
[He wants nothing less than everything you want to give him.]
He lets this go until it's proven that it definitely isn't enough, and then he wraps his arms around your neck, to draw up as far as he can and whisper in your ear.]
Come inside already.
[He wants nothing less than everything you want to give him.]
[ And you'll feel him shudder at the feel of your breath in his ear, the solidness of you moving against him.
Shyly, embarrassed, utterly breathless: ]
I... [ don't know how ] ...okay.
[ He feels fumbly and a little unsure even as he skims his hands along the underside of your thighs, guiding them around his waist as if he's trying to figure out how to angle you both the "right way". ]
Shyly, embarrassed, utterly breathless: ]
I... [ don't know how ] ...okay.
[ He feels fumbly and a little unsure even as he skims his hands along the underside of your thighs, guiding them around his waist as if he's trying to figure out how to angle you both the "right way". ]
[You'll hear, then, a quiet chuckle against the side of your neck before this one's already shifting his limbs and reaching out to guide you down, to where you'll fit perfectly the moment you decide to fuck him.
He doesn't care about the fact that he's your first, that you don't really know what you're doing. As things stand, having the opportunity to be able to share this sort of thing with you is more than he could ask for.
And now he'll kiss your mouth, to settle you down and reassure you that everything's going to be fine.]
He doesn't care about the fact that he's your first, that you don't really know what you're doing. As things stand, having the opportunity to be able to share this sort of thing with you is more than he could ask for.
And now he'll kiss your mouth, to settle you down and reassure you that everything's going to be fine.]
[ There is an exhaled gasp against your lips as his hips cant forward into your touch. And then he's breaking off as he presses up against you, one hand falling to palm the curve of your ass to guide you closer.
That is his face buried into your chest the moment he starts to slide himself in and a broken off ] oh, go-- [ when he feels the pressure of you around the tip of him.
Forgive him, when he suddenly has you flat on your back against those sheets and he sheathes himself in you all the way to the hilt -- hot, tight, perfect beyond words. ]
I'm sorry, oh god, Hikaru I didn't-- [ lips over your heart now as he tries to get more oxygen in him. ]
That is his face buried into your chest the moment he starts to slide himself in and a broken off ] oh, go-- [ when he feels the pressure of you around the tip of him.
Forgive him, when he suddenly has you flat on your back against those sheets and he sheathes himself in you all the way to the hilt -- hot, tight, perfect beyond words. ]
I'm sorry, oh god, Hikaru I didn't-- [ lips over your heart now as he tries to get more oxygen in him. ]
[Your stuttered words match the cadence of his breath, and the way it tapers out into moans of pleasure. There is, of course, the slightest edge of discomfort, a mere shadow over the younger man's face, but he's already adjusting as much as he can to keep himself from trembling apart all around you.
No, he wasn't exactly prepared for how large you are. What does it matter now, though? He wants you so fucking much. Maybe that'll become obvious in how his grip around you tightens, and how he actually hooks a leg around your torso.]
It's... it's okay. [Because it's going to get better from here on, isn't it?] Just go slow first.
No, he wasn't exactly prepared for how large you are. What does it matter now, though? He wants you so fucking much. Maybe that'll become obvious in how his grip around you tightens, and how he actually hooks a leg around your torso.]
It's... it's okay. [Because it's going to get better from here on, isn't it?] Just go slow first.
Edited 2014-04-17 07:22 (UTC)
[ There's a smile creeping onto his lips right before he catches your mouth with lips and tongue and the barest hint of teeth. He indulges in that for a good long while as he shift his hips a little because moving too much is making the heat in the pit of his belly curl. His body wants to move but damned if this won't be good for you both.
Breathless now, as he licks that sweet spot at your neck. ] You feel so good.
Breathless now, as he licks that sweet spot at your neck. ] You feel so good.
[If you think that moving for you is difficult, it'd safe to say that every gesture on your part coupled with how deep you are inside of him is torture --
-- and then you had to go and do that. You know he's weak to it.]
It'd be a shame if I didn't, right?
[There's one last attempt at steadying himself, and it only ends up emphasizing how hot and bothered he happens to be right now.]
-- and then you had to go and do that. You know he's weak to it.]
It'd be a shame if I didn't, right?
[There's one last attempt at steadying himself, and it only ends up emphasizing how hot and bothered he happens to be right now.]
[ How is it that you know exactly what to say -- and when to say it -- just to get him to relax. As it is, this whole thing is overwhelming for him: the feel of you all around him and beneath him.
Breathing hard now, but struggling for steadiness as he presses kisses along your neck, at the juncture of that and your jaw, teeth gently catching on your ear as his fingers curl over the sheets.
He's pushing himself up now, forearms quivering because every shift only makes him so aware of where the two of you are joined and how tight and hot you are. There's a look on his face that is equal parts helpless and utterly relieved and when he leans in close, the kiss he gives you is tender and hesitant. ]
Breathing hard now, but struggling for steadiness as he presses kisses along your neck, at the juncture of that and your jaw, teeth gently catching on your ear as his fingers curl over the sheets.
He's pushing himself up now, forearms quivering because every shift only makes him so aware of where the two of you are joined and how tight and hot you are. There's a look on his face that is equal parts helpless and utterly relieved and when he leans in close, the kiss he gives you is tender and hesitant. ]
[Those kisses go a long way in settling him into his skin insofar as he could possibly settle given his rather compromising position. Every breath he draws now is a little more shallow, because the heat in his lungs is building up to be just as worse as the heat twined within his limbs, in his gut. As such, when your lips meet again, he's grateful for the small distraction. It doesn't last long: he needs to come up for air.]
Please fuck me at whatever pace you like, LaRue.
[That is murmured into your ear. Perhaps it is odd that such words could sound... gentle. Pleading.]
Please fuck me at whatever pace you like, LaRue.
[That is murmured into your ear. Perhaps it is odd that such words could sound... gentle. Pleading.]
[ And at that whisper, there's a visible shudder that goes through Josh, because the way you're talking to him is doing a lot for him.
He starts slow -- just like you asked -- and he's pressing close, tracking kisses over your skin and occasionally coming back up to drink from your lips. Eventually, he sets his weight on his forearms, braced on either side of your head, his fingers playing with your hair.
He has also gone deathly quiet, save for the soft, exhaled sounds that hitch in his throat. ]
He starts slow -- just like you asked -- and he's pressing close, tracking kisses over your skin and occasionally coming back up to drink from your lips. Eventually, he sets his weight on his forearms, braced on either side of your head, his fingers playing with your hair.
He has also gone deathly quiet, save for the soft, exhaled sounds that hitch in his throat. ]
[And he'll match you, just like that, for the next few moments as his body's adjusting to the rhythm and rhyme of your coming together, of what it's like to have someone moving inside of him once again, after so long.
It isn't too long, though, before the tension's building between his legs, and the heat's eating at his good sense and his control. That shift becomes obvious in how he starts to moan against your ear or against your mouth, and in the increasingly shattered look on his face. It's matched, as well, by the death grip he has on the bed sheets, and the way his hips are rising up against yours in small, helpless little jerks.]
It isn't too long, though, before the tension's building between his legs, and the heat's eating at his good sense and his control. That shift becomes obvious in how he starts to moan against your ear or against your mouth, and in the increasingly shattered look on his face. It's matched, as well, by the death grip he has on the bed sheets, and the way his hips are rising up against yours in small, helpless little jerks.]
[ Catching that mouth again with his, and murmuring, softly-- ] I've got you [ --even as his hands move down, fingers easing yours off the sheets before he guides one hand up towards his shoulders and the other tangles your fingers together.
He's trembling as the pace builds, his hips rolling as he thrusts into you, the hand that prompted you to hold onto him skimming a palm now, along the length of your leg. ]
He's trembling as the pace builds, his hips rolling as he thrusts into you, the hand that prompted you to hold onto him skimming a palm now, along the length of your leg. ]
[And he grips tight, matching, inadvertently, the way he's pressing down on the rest of you like he wants nothing more than to have you push into him deeper and meld the two of you together in a way that shouldn't even be possible.
There's a soft cry of your name against the side of your face once the entirety of him tenses, right on the brink of the entirety of him teetering right off the edge of the high that's been building since you started. You'll start to feel it as well, beyond the quiver of his body against your own: the hot spill of him between your bodies as the pleasure in him overflows completely.]
There's a soft cry of your name against the side of your face once the entirety of him tenses, right on the brink of the entirety of him teetering right off the edge of the high that's been building since you started. You'll start to feel it as well, beyond the quiver of his body against your own: the hot spill of him between your bodies as the pleasure in him overflows completely.]
[ He's shaking at that, mouth clamping down on your shoulder as he matches your pace, and it's not long until he's shuddering up against you and curling around your body like he wants nothing more than to hide away in your skin.
His head feels incredibly light, and the rest of him feels on the verge of a collapse, but he's got enough in him to roll you both onto the side. He's let go of your hand now, fingers hooked on your thigh as he keeps you wrapped still, around him. ]
His head feels incredibly light, and the rest of him feels on the verge of a collapse, but he's got enough in him to roll you both onto the side. He's let go of your hand now, fingers hooked on your thigh as he keeps you wrapped still, around him. ]
[This is something he's perfectly all right with, because he needs to bring himself back down from the high point that you drove him to. That does include re-learning how to breathe.
Thankfully, your body is the perfect anchor for that. He presses his forehead against your shoulder as he focuses on steadying the rush of air through his lungs, as he shuts his eyes and lets the heat bleed out. A bit after he's done with that, though, he's laughing quietly against your skin.]
This is a problem.
Thankfully, your body is the perfect anchor for that. He presses his forehead against your shoulder as he focuses on steadying the rush of air through his lungs, as he shuts his eyes and lets the heat bleed out. A bit after he's done with that, though, he's laughing quietly against your skin.]
This is a problem.
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