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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.
[ There's a breath as he breaks off in surprise when he feels the tube come to rest against the back of the hand he's got braced on the mattress, and a sigh that is equal parts relief and wonder when he realizes what you just did.
Let him show his appreciation by worshipping your body with his mouth: he'll track kisses over your chest and close his lips over your nipple all over again as his body shifts to balance out his weight. You'll hear the distinct pop of that cap and the familiar sound of him squeezing out a generous amount of that lubricant over his palm -- so much that some of it drips onto your cock and crotch.
He's going to slick himself up and then proceed to feel you up, right where he wants to take you. ]
Let him show his appreciation by worshipping your body with his mouth: he'll track kisses over your chest and close his lips over your nipple all over again as his body shifts to balance out his weight. You'll hear the distinct pop of that cap and the familiar sound of him squeezing out a generous amount of that lubricant over his palm -- so much that some of it drips onto your cock and crotch.
He's going to slick himself up and then proceed to feel you up, right where he wants to take you. ]
[ Familiar, as he is, with how things go down whenever he's spread out and at another man's disposal, the actual experience of it always gets to him. It's overwhelming, really, not being able to entirely predict where those lips will go, and experiencing them in a totally different way simply because he can't see them for himself. There is, as well, the fact that a body will inevitably attempt to adjust to the loss by relying only too much on what its other senses can provide.
You know your boy: he's a sensual creature. As such, your efforts are going to be rewarded with the way how it seems like, with the way you touch him like that, it's almost as if you've stroked the entirety of his body.
The plea for you to push even further is wordless. It's all sound and heat and shivering skin, a perpetual lack of breath tapered by a whine. ]
You know your boy: he's a sensual creature. As such, your efforts are going to be rewarded with the way how it seems like, with the way you touch him like that, it's almost as if you've stroked the entirety of his body.
The plea for you to push even further is wordless. It's all sound and heat and shivering skin, a perpetual lack of breath tapered by a whine. ]
[ He's biting down on his lower lip before he's kissing the planes of your stomach all over again. You've been together like this enough times for him to know that he doesn't need to hesitate too much, worrying over any possible discomfort outside of the one that goes hand in hand with pleasure. As such, he's tracing the crack of your ass and then moving his hand so he can gently ease a finger into your asshole, thumb pressing against your flesh as he does so.
And while he's doing that, he'll take you back in his mouth: all warm breath and hot lips and the desire to please you as best as he can. ]
And while he's doing that, he'll take you back in his mouth: all warm breath and hot lips and the desire to please you as best as he can. ]
Edited 2014-10-16 14:18 (UTC)
[ That makes him cry out, and the rest of him seems to react in pieces that all move at generally the same time: his hands clenching into tight fists, his hips straining to bring his cock deeper into your mouth, his stomach caving, his knees locking, his toes curling into the sheets, and his insides immediately pressing up against your finger.
It's almost like he can hardly breathe at all in the moments that follow, because he's too hot and too lost and too wound up in his own skin. ]
It's almost like he can hardly breathe at all in the moments that follow, because he's too hot and too lost and too wound up in his own skin. ]
[ It's both humbling and thrilling you know, the fact that you respond and react this way. You are his first lover and, as far as he is concerned, the only one he can picture wanting like this; here, now, always.
His free palm is kneading your upper thigh and the way his fingers are curling over your skin should be indicative of how much he'd like to show you just how full his head's been of you.
When he withdraws from sucking you off, you'll feel the way his lips nip lightly over the head of your cock before topping that off with a kiss. ]
Be with me? [ That's whispered softly as he sides a second finger into you. ]
His free palm is kneading your upper thigh and the way his fingers are curling over your skin should be indicative of how much he'd like to show you just how full his head's been of you.
When he withdraws from sucking you off, you'll feel the way his lips nip lightly over the head of your cock before topping that off with a kiss. ]
Be with me? [ That's whispered softly as he sides a second finger into you. ]
Edited 2014-10-16 15:13 (UTC)
[ There's another half-sob, half-whimper that leaves your boy's lips the moment you withdraw, because he's right on the brink of teetering over and any distance between the two of you at this moment - no matter how short - is torture. That your stretching him out even more is just reminding him of how much he wants to feel your dick buried inside of him, right where it belongs. ]
Yes. Always.
[ That's a promise he intends to keep. You fit so well with him in ways that he had not imagined at first, but could no longer see himself without. ]
Yes. Always.
[ That's a promise he intends to keep. You fit so well with him in ways that he had not imagined at first, but could no longer see himself without. ]
[ That's all he needs, really, before he's curling his free hand over your cock so that he can work you up while he busies his fingers with stretching you out.
When he gets you close to that edge, he'll ease his fingers back out and allow himself to crawl all over your body -- mouth is fastened back on your neck, the better to hide his face and muffle that quiet whine that escapes him as he guides himself inside of you. ]
When he gets you close to that edge, he'll ease his fingers back out and allow himself to crawl all over your body -- mouth is fastened back on your neck, the better to hide his face and muffle that quiet whine that escapes him as he guides himself inside of you. ]
Edited 2014-10-17 01:03 (UTC)
[ You'll hear the trembling moan that leaves his lips right up against your ear, and you'll feel it along with the way his legs wrap about your torso, urging you closer even if you breaching him is steadily ruining him.
Those hands of his are no longer clenched. His fingers are grasping helplessly for purchase in the air, because the entirety of him is losing strength. You make him weak in the best possible way. You take him apart in precisely the fashion that he needs you to. ]
Those hands of his are no longer clenched. His fingers are grasping helplessly for purchase in the air, because the entirety of him is losing strength. You make him weak in the best possible way. You take him apart in precisely the fashion that he needs you to. ]
[ He has to will himself to slow his step as he leads you both out of the palazzo and onto the gondola that will take you both back to the parking lot. His hand never falters from yours, twined as his fingers are with your own. There are several kisses -- none stolen, because there's nothing to steal. You're his now, and he's yours. He'll think about all the logistics for a proper ceremony later, but he keeps his promises; you know this pretty well.
The hotel suite that Kaz booked isn't too far from the Aviary. It's a nice place, and he wraps his arm around your shoulders as he leads you through that lobby and towards the elevator.
He's so happy that you said yes, that now it's just the two of you and he doesn't really give a shit if there are cameras in this thing because he's taking your face between his hands and slanting his lips over yours as he backs you up against one wall. ]
I love you. [ That's coming out so utterly heartfelt that he thinks his chest just might burst. The ring fit, he got the words out and you said yes. It's been a pretty amazing evening so far. ]
The hotel suite that Kaz booked isn't too far from the Aviary. It's a nice place, and he wraps his arm around your shoulders as he leads you through that lobby and towards the elevator.
He's so happy that you said yes, that now it's just the two of you and he doesn't really give a shit if there are cameras in this thing because he's taking your face between his hands and slanting his lips over yours as he backs you up against one wall. ]
I love you. [ That's coming out so utterly heartfelt that he thinks his chest just might burst. The ring fit, he got the words out and you said yes. It's been a pretty amazing evening so far. ]
[ If your boy was quiet and generally distracted save for the moments that you came around to kiss him (which he responded to perfectly, by the way, each and every time), please try to understand: he's in shock, he's higher and happier than he has been in a long time, and he's reeling from how good and perfect all of this feels right now. It's the weight of your palm against his own that grounds him, and even that is relative.
You proposed to him. You fucking proposed, to him. He had not seen it coming. He hadn't thought, hadn't even brought himself to think beyond the now, or towards any other possibility more serious than the two of you deciding to pursue this thing that happens to be your relationship. Yet here he is, and here you are, and its all he can do but kiss you back yet again, breathe you in and drink from you until your smell and taste fill his brain up so perfectly it makes him dizzy with need, and keep his hands firm on your waist, fingers curling into the cloth of your pants, like all he wants to do is to do everything in his power to keep you here with him. ]
I love you too. More than I'll ever be able to say.
[ By Elaine, you're the most handsome thing he's ever had the pleasure of seeing right now. Everything about you, in his eyes, is perfect, right down to those inevitable flaws that only make a body seem more wonderfully human. ]
You proposed to him. You fucking proposed, to him. He had not seen it coming. He hadn't thought, hadn't even brought himself to think beyond the now, or towards any other possibility more serious than the two of you deciding to pursue this thing that happens to be your relationship. Yet here he is, and here you are, and its all he can do but kiss you back yet again, breathe you in and drink from you until your smell and taste fill his brain up so perfectly it makes him dizzy with need, and keep his hands firm on your waist, fingers curling into the cloth of your pants, like all he wants to do is to do everything in his power to keep you here with him. ]
I love you too. More than I'll ever be able to say.
[ By Elaine, you're the most handsome thing he's ever had the pleasure of seeing right now. Everything about you, in his eyes, is perfect, right down to those inevitable flaws that only make a body seem more wonderfully human. ]
[ He sighs against your mouth, the curve of his lips against yours matched by the way he looks at you when he breaks away just far enough so he can brush the tip of his nose against yours.
His hands are skimming down your shoulders and along the length of your arms now as he presses his body flush against yours.
It's not long either, before the bell rings up the floor to your suite and he'll snag your hand and draw you outside and right back up against him.
He kind of doesn't care who sees you both. You're engaged. This is perfectly acceptable behavior from two people so love drunk and happy. ]
His hands are skimming down your shoulders and along the length of your arms now as he presses his body flush against yours.
It's not long either, before the bell rings up the floor to your suite and he'll snag your hand and draw you outside and right back up against him.
He kind of doesn't care who sees you both. You're engaged. This is perfectly acceptable behavior from two people so love drunk and happy. ]
[ He really likes the fact that you don't give a shit right now, because it perfectly matches the way he feels on the matter. Still, getting to one's room means being able to do other things, which always works in both of your favors.
Chuckling, then reach up to ghost his fingers along your jaw for but one moment before leaning in to speak right into your ear. ]
We should get to that room of ours, shouldn't we?
Chuckling, then reach up to ghost his fingers along your jaw for but one moment before leaning in to speak right into your ear. ]
We should get to that room of ours, shouldn't we?
Yeah. [ He's breathing that out as a shudder goes through him and then he's walking backwards and tugging you along for a bit before he's turning around so he can actually pick out the suite number that matches the card.
There. At the end of the hall.
Forgive him, if he swipes that card and opens the door but doesn't step through because he needs to drink from your lips all over again; one hand firm at the base of your neck as his free arm winds about your waist to pull you right up against him.
You are everything he could ever want or need right this very instant. Surely you know that? ]
There. At the end of the hall.
Forgive him, if he swipes that card and opens the door but doesn't step through because he needs to drink from your lips all over again; one hand firm at the base of your neck as his free arm winds about your waist to pull you right up against him.
You are everything he could ever want or need right this very instant. Surely you know that? ]
[ If that's the case, then you're going to have to excuse him for the grip one hand of his has right at your elbow, and the way his other hand is cradling the side of your face. His legs, as well, are tangling themselves neatly with yours, and he's taking every opportunity to tease your lips with his lips, and let his tongue slide over your tongue.
You look amazing, and you smell and taste even more wonderful with each passing second. Who cares if he can hardly breathe over the force of his need, the heat between you both? He'll gladly lose himself in this.
Oh, and yes: you're everything to him too. You have been for quite some time now. ]
You look amazing, and you smell and taste even more wonderful with each passing second. Who cares if he can hardly breathe over the force of his need, the heat between you both? He'll gladly lose himself in this.
Oh, and yes: you're everything to him too. You have been for quite some time now. ]
Edited 2014-11-30 15:13 (UTC)
[ He's starting to feel a little bit lightheaded from the way your tongues spar, so you'll need to excuse him if he stumbles a bit as he guides you both into that room and manages -- just barely -- to get that door closed.
He'll have you pressed up against it shortly after, hands roaming, hips rolling against yours as he tries to undo the button of your vest. His mouth is also fastening itself right under your jaw, with the faintest nip of teeth because goddamn you smell and feel so good. ]
He'll have you pressed up against it shortly after, hands roaming, hips rolling against yours as he tries to undo the button of your vest. His mouth is also fastening itself right under your jaw, with the faintest nip of teeth because goddamn you smell and feel so good. ]
[ Yes, okay. Please, please get him out of these clothes. He needs your skin. He can feel its heat from just under the fabric of your own suit, and he wants nothing more than to let his fingers/mouth run all over it, to see if it still feels the way that he remembers it feeling.
Your efforts are being rewarded with your boy bracing against that door, and the sound of his breathing - already short and ragged - tapering out into a whine once you start working at his neck.
Work at those buttons. He'll just drop that coat of his now, then slide his hands up the length of your body and underneath the shoulders of your own coat in order to push the whole thing off your form. ]
Your efforts are being rewarded with your boy bracing against that door, and the sound of his breathing - already short and ragged - tapering out into a whine once you start working at his neck.
Work at those buttons. He'll just drop that coat of his now, then slide his hands up the length of your body and underneath the shoulders of your own coat in order to push the whole thing off your form. ]
[ You'll feel the scrape of teeth over your skin, the hardness between his legs that presses up against your stomach, and the way he shudders when you touch him.
He's fumbling a little over those buttons now, but patience isn't a virtue at this very instant.
A nip at your ear then love, and a frustrated exhale of breath. ]
Dammit, what's your obsession with so many layers.
[ He'll kiss you full on the mouth all over again. He can't breathe without the air from your lungs. ]
He's fumbling a little over those buttons now, but patience isn't a virtue at this very instant.
A nip at your ear then love, and a frustrated exhale of breath. ]
Dammit, what's your obsession with so many layers.
[ He'll kiss you full on the mouth all over again. He can't breathe without the air from your lungs. ]
[ That kiss of yours ends up swallowing the sounds of his amusement. When he breaks away from it, he does it step by step, with tinier kisses on your lips that culminate in him tugging playfully at the bottom of your lip. ]
The better to frustrate you with, my dear.
[ He has that smile that you may have seen on him before, when he's high on sex/a battlefield of choice and only climbing higher.
His hands are covering your own now, though, lacing his fingers between your fingers just once before guiding you through the motions of working on those buttons. Let's slow things down for a bit, shall we? Anticipation is everything. ]
The better to frustrate you with, my dear.
[ He has that smile that you may have seen on him before, when he's high on sex/a battlefield of choice and only climbing higher.
His hands are covering your own now, though, lacing his fingers between your fingers just once before guiding you through the motions of working on those buttons. Let's slow things down for a bit, shall we? Anticipation is everything. ]
[ He's leaning in again, pressing his forehead to your temple as he watches the way you're guiding his hands. Each breath he breathes in is a shudder in his lungs and it won't be long before he's lavishing attention on the other side of your neck, mouthing wetly over your pulse and tracing his tongue over it.
He wants to touch you, so badly. So, so badly. ]
He wants to touch you, so badly. So, so badly. ]
[ There's a soft exhale from this one at the press of your lips/mouth/teeth, and the expression on his face cracks just a little more underneath the weight of his need. Still, he doesn't pick up the pace, even if you're making it very tempting for him to hurry up.
Once that last button's undone, however, he's letting one of your hands go in favor of snagging your chin, bringing your lips up to his, and kissing you hungrily, all over again. It's matched with the way he's moving, trying to steer the both of you towards the bed while remaining as close to your body as he possibly can. ]
Once that last button's undone, however, he's letting one of your hands go in favor of snagging your chin, bringing your lips up to his, and kissing you hungrily, all over again. It's matched with the way he's moving, trying to steer the both of you towards the bed while remaining as close to your body as he possibly can. ]
[ His need for you is a hunger that claws at him, prompting his hands to move over your body and follow the familiar shape of you. He's doing his best not to trip over his own feet as he lets you lead, one hand snaking between your legs to cup you even as he sighs against your mouth.
When the back of his knee hits the edge of that bed, he'll snake an arm around you and let you both tumble in. ]
God, Hikaru [ a gasp ] please.
[ It has been way too long since he's felt your skin on his. Since either of you got lost in each other. Too fucking long. ]
When the back of his knee hits the edge of that bed, he'll snake an arm around you and let you both tumble in. ]
God, Hikaru [ a gasp ] please.
[ It has been way too long since he's felt your skin on his. Since either of you got lost in each other. Too fucking long. ]
[ You feeling him up makes his brain short out, and for a handful of heartbeats after that, he's moving on autopilot: kissing you harder, covering you a little more with his body in near perfect tandem with the way you're moving on that bed.
It has, indeed, been such a long time for the both of you, and now there really is nothing stopping you two from having each other like this
until his last breath, or until yours. That much, he could be a little more certain of compared to just about everything else in his world --
-- but before he could think more on that, there's a sharp lance of pain stabbing through his brain. It's enough to make him break away from how he's kissing you with a small, shuddered gasp. It happens so fast that he isn't quite able to keep his discomfort from showing on his face. ]
It has, indeed, been such a long time for the both of you, and now there really is nothing stopping you two from having each other like this
until his last breath, or until yours. That much, he could be a little more certain of compared to just about everything else in his world --
-- but before he could think more on that, there's a sharp lance of pain stabbing through his brain. It's enough to make him break away from how he's kissing you with a small, shuddered gasp. It happens so fast that he isn't quite able to keep his discomfort from showing on his face. ]
[ That's enough to make him slow down, to backpedal all the heat in the way he's touching you towards gentleness. He's seen discomfort flit across your face because he has you turned on, and he knows how to differentiate that from when you're in pain.
Cupping your cheek now and using the arm he has around you to steady you. ] Babe, what's wrong?
Cupping your cheek now and using the arm he has around you to steady you. ] Babe, what's wrong?
[ If he tenses up, it's because he's frustrated. So much for a good evening --
-- but maybe he can still salvage it, eh? ]
It's... it's nothing. [ Smiling at you as best as he can, and leaning in to kiss you once more. ] Let's just go back to where we've been since we got here, okay?
[ Please. Maybe distracting himself from this will, indeed, make everything better. (Or maybe he can just deal with it in order to be with you, and show you how much he loves you.) ]
-- but maybe he can still salvage it, eh? ]
It's... it's nothing. [ Smiling at you as best as he can, and leaning in to kiss you once more. ] Let's just go back to where we've been since we got here, okay?
[ Please. Maybe distracting himself from this will, indeed, make everything better. (Or maybe he can just deal with it in order to be with you, and show you how much he loves you.) ]
[ He hesitates because he loves you. Because he knows how you can be, when it concerns the people you love.
That's the gentle caress of his fingers over your cheek now. ]
Hikaru, [ he indulges you both with that kiss. ] Talk to me, babe.
[ Let him be here for you, no matter how bad things get. Lean on him a little; he can handle it. For you, he'd handle anything. ]
That's the gentle caress of his fingers over your cheek now. ]
Hikaru, [ he indulges you both with that kiss. ] Talk to me, babe.
[ Let him be here for you, no matter how bad things get. Lean on him a little; he can handle it. For you, he'd handle anything. ]
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