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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 an arch of an eyebrow at that, and an amused quirk of his lips. Thoroughly fucking somebody in order to show them exactly how much and how well you love them requires a delicate balance of cold control and wild abandon. All of this is a start. ]
Just 'okay'?
[ By the way: the hand that was teasing your mouth is shifting downward, so that you might feel the familiar shape and texture of his palm skimming down your neck, tracing the outline of your chest, and settling over your belly. ]
Don't you want to see how I've always wanted to make you mine?
Just 'okay'?
[ By the way: the hand that was teasing your mouth is shifting downward, so that you might feel the familiar shape and texture of his palm skimming down your neck, tracing the outline of your chest, and settling over your belly. ]
Don't you want to see how I've always wanted to make you mine?
Edited 2015-02-16 04:06 (UTC)
[ The feel of your hand as it moves over his skin prompts a sharp intake of breath on his part. The muscles of his stomach flex, tightening under your fingers as if bracing for what you might do next. Given how close the both of you are, it'll be easy for you to see the precise way that his pupils dilate, as well as the faint flush at the tips of his ears when you ask him that question.
He wants this. He's wanted this for a while, and just didn't know how to arrange fantasy down to coherent thought, much less articulate into actual words. Please understand that his hesitation has nothing to do with you and everything to with the fact that he's not sure what to do with himself.
You're right when you said that he figured himself straight for a long, long time. It was a logical assumption to make on his part, especially since there hadn't been anything to hint at an attraction to other guys -- which, mind you, is a difficult thing to ignore given the lack of personal space and modesty in a team locker room.
He does know with irrefutable certainty that he wants you, and he is willing to explore anything you think of tossing his way. What better way is there, after all, to test at boundaries than with the person who has made it plenty clear that they will readily burn the world to the ground for you at the slightest provocation. ]
I, uh. [ Breathe. Breathe.. Remember that you can actually string more than two syllables together, LaRue. ] Yes.
Yes, I want to know.
[ He has to tear his gaze away from where your hand is, though fat lot it does because not looking does very little for how his thoughts veer towards how he knows the precise shape of you when he has you in his grip, what it's like to tie you up and hold you down; how it was you who walked him through each experience in the bedroom: always reassuring, patient and understanding of the way ( he might feel ) he's fumbled through.
His heart rate's picked up. He's also doing his best not to let his gaze stray from your face because... well. He can feel you. You are straddling him. It's kind of difficult to miss. ]
Hikaru, [ he can barely hear himself. ] Please.
[ Take him however you like ( he really doesn't fucking mind ) but the suspense is killing him. ]
He wants this. He's wanted this for a while, and just didn't know how to arrange fantasy down to coherent thought, much less articulate into actual words. Please understand that his hesitation has nothing to do with you and everything to with the fact that he's not sure what to do with himself.
You're right when you said that he figured himself straight for a long, long time. It was a logical assumption to make on his part, especially since there hadn't been anything to hint at an attraction to other guys -- which, mind you, is a difficult thing to ignore given the lack of personal space and modesty in a team locker room.
He does know with irrefutable certainty that he wants you, and he is willing to explore anything you think of tossing his way. What better way is there, after all, to test at boundaries than with the person who has made it plenty clear that they will readily burn the world to the ground for you at the slightest provocation. ]
I, uh. [ Breathe. Breathe.. Remember that you can actually string more than two syllables together, LaRue. ] Yes.
Yes, I want to know.
[ He has to tear his gaze away from where your hand is, though fat lot it does because not looking does very little for how his thoughts veer towards how he knows the precise shape of you when he has you in his grip, what it's like to tie you up and hold you down; how it was you who walked him through each experience in the bedroom: always reassuring, patient and understanding of the way ( he might feel ) he's fumbled through.
His heart rate's picked up. He's also doing his best not to let his gaze stray from your face because... well. He can feel you. You are straddling him. It's kind of difficult to miss. ]
Hikaru, [ he can barely hear himself. ] Please.
[ Take him however you like ( he really doesn't fucking mind ) but the suspense is killing him. ]
[ And those words are, honest to Elaine, music to his ears, as is your heart rate at that very moment. It makes him want to see what he needs to do in order to excite you a little more, or draw that specific sort of "please" from your lips again --
-- wait. Who is he kidding? He knows exactly how.
Leaning in now, close enough so that this time, you can feel the amused/pleased curve of his lips against your jaw, before he's letting his tongue trace the line from your chin up until your right ear. He'll then trace said ear, nice and slow, and end it by nibbling, for a few seconds, on the top curve.
He loves the fact that you blush right down to the tips of your ears, by the way. Oh, and the hand he had over your belly was massaging the skin there for a little bit before it moved down, to trace the waistline of the pants you are wearing just once prior to decisively tugging them off, together with your underwear.
After he's brought his nose close to the top of your head and breathed the scent of you in: ]
Be a darling, love, and help me remove the rest of your clothes. I'd like to start to get to know you again right down to your asshole.
-- wait. Who is he kidding? He knows exactly how.
Leaning in now, close enough so that this time, you can feel the amused/pleased curve of his lips against your jaw, before he's letting his tongue trace the line from your chin up until your right ear. He'll then trace said ear, nice and slow, and end it by nibbling, for a few seconds, on the top curve.
He loves the fact that you blush right down to the tips of your ears, by the way. Oh, and the hand he had over your belly was massaging the skin there for a little bit before it moved down, to trace the waistline of the pants you are wearing just once prior to decisively tugging them off, together with your underwear.
After he's brought his nose close to the top of your head and breathed the scent of you in: ]
Be a darling, love, and help me remove the rest of your clothes. I'd like to start to get to know you again right down to your asshole.
[ You know how quiet he gets when he's overwhelmed? He's pretty sure he passed that point the moment you had him on his back, and now that you have him, it seems, right where you've wanted him for a while, he's moving onto breathing quietly through his lips because there just isn't enough oxygen getting to his head.
You feel so good, close as you are, even if all you've done is minimal at best. He'll help you with his clothes all right, quiet as he is, focused as he is on willing himself not too rush like an awkward teenager even if the result is the same: him, flushed and naked and painfully aware that you are treated to just how hard he managed to get during thay brief exchange.
If his throat had gone dry earlier, his mouth hasn't. It's a strange combination really, because yes, you have him trapped beneath you, you are also clearly the one currently calling the shots but his thoughts are going to the way you taste and feel in his mouth.
Swallowing now. He should reply to you, right? But the most he can manage is a half-stuttered attempt at an 'I, uh' and his lips closing again. ]
You feel so good, close as you are, even if all you've done is minimal at best. He'll help you with his clothes all right, quiet as he is, focused as he is on willing himself not too rush like an awkward teenager even if the result is the same: him, flushed and naked and painfully aware that you are treated to just how hard he managed to get during thay brief exchange.
If his throat had gone dry earlier, his mouth hasn't. It's a strange combination really, because yes, you have him trapped beneath you, you are also clearly the one currently calling the shots but his thoughts are going to the way you taste and feel in his mouth.
Swallowing now. He should reply to you, right? But the most he can manage is a half-stuttered attempt at an 'I, uh' and his lips closing again. ]
[ You'll hear him chuckle from above your head, low and amused. ]
You're so cute when you're absolutely speechless.
[ It's a rare treat, really, given how ridiculously glib you can be. Time to make sure that you never get back to that point tonight, then.
He shifts now that your pants and underwear are completely off, nudging your legs further apart with his knees. Then he takes a moment out to lift himself up and away from you, beyond the hand that he has locked around your wrists. He shifts his other hand away from your stomach, and moves it between your legs --
-- but right before you think that he's going to feel you up, he shifts his palm to your left thigh, in order to skim over that smooth, muscled plane. He starts massaging it, making sure that his fingers graze close to your crotch without actually reaching your balls or your hardening cock.
He'll watch you as he does this, from where he's up in the air above you. ]
You're so cute when you're absolutely speechless.
[ It's a rare treat, really, given how ridiculously glib you can be. Time to make sure that you never get back to that point tonight, then.
He shifts now that your pants and underwear are completely off, nudging your legs further apart with his knees. Then he takes a moment out to lift himself up and away from you, beyond the hand that he has locked around your wrists. He shifts his other hand away from your stomach, and moves it between your legs --
-- but right before you think that he's going to feel you up, he shifts his palm to your left thigh, in order to skim over that smooth, muscled plane. He starts massaging it, making sure that his fingers graze close to your crotch without actually reaching your balls or your hardening cock.
He'll watch you as he does this, from where he's up in the air above you. ]
[ You pull away and it's as if there's far too much space between you're bodies. Rare is the occassion that he's felt like this; then again, he's its not as if he's usually on the receiving end of things when you're both tangled in bed.
His attention turns to your hand when it becomes obvious that you're only getting close enough for it to promise the possibility of you touching him, only to pull away.
Impatience has never written itself out so plainly on your boy's features the way it's doing so now. It's in the frown between his brows, the way his lips part, just enough for him to suck in air, in the set of his jaw when he has to press those lips closed in order to swallow.
It is also, you might note in the way his hips shift, as if he's both trying to figure out a way to get you closer, and yet he's holding back because he did agree to put himself in your care.
No sound from this one, other than the shuddered intakes of breath everytime your hand moves away. ]
His attention turns to your hand when it becomes obvious that you're only getting close enough for it to promise the possibility of you touching him, only to pull away.
Impatience has never written itself out so plainly on your boy's features the way it's doing so now. It's in the frown between his brows, the way his lips part, just enough for him to suck in air, in the set of his jaw when he has to press those lips closed in order to swallow.
It is also, you might note in the way his hips shift, as if he's both trying to figure out a way to get you closer, and yet he's holding back because he did agree to put himself in your care.
No sound from this one, other than the shuddered intakes of breath everytime your hand moves away. ]
Edited 2015-02-17 02:16 (UTC)
[ He enjoys this so much because he usually makes it a point to be indulgent: the moment you ask in the past, he gives. Now he's wondering if he should do this more often, because it's delicious what leaving you wanting seems to do to your body and to the look on your face.
Bending down to take your lips again, in a quiet demand for your mouth to open wide for his and spar with your tongue. That's matched with how his hand shifts, and it only ghosts itself over your cock before settling on your right inner thigh, and massaging it in the same way that he had with your left. ]
Bending down to take your lips again, in a quiet demand for your mouth to open wide for his and spar with your tongue. That's matched with how his hand shifts, and it only ghosts itself over your cock before settling on your right inner thigh, and massaging it in the same way that he had with your left. ]
[ He's watching you carefully, as your eyes move away from his. He had stepped into that room, had seen the bed and the chains. He doesn't need a reel of the events to get the idea of what was done to you.
He shifts, head ducking so that his lips press to the side of your neck, his hips pinning you in place. His fingers are tangling themselves up gently through your hair.
No words yet, just the soothing offer of his touch, those kisses, in the hopes that you'll relax in his arms.
This is your space. Both of yours. You're safe here. ]
He shifts, head ducking so that his lips press to the side of your neck, his hips pinning you in place. His fingers are tangling themselves up gently through your hair.
No words yet, just the soothing offer of his touch, those kisses, in the hopes that you'll relax in his arms.
This is your space. Both of yours. You're safe here. ]
[ There's a soft sound that leaves him as he parts his lips to receive you, one that's matched with the way he tries to push up from the bed, and the way the muscles along his arms have tensed as he tests the grip you have on his wrists.
He's always been big on touch. The fact that he can't touch you with his hands is prompting him to compensate with the ones he can: his mouth, his tongue on yours.
There's a hitch in his breath when he feels you come close to touching him, and for a moment, he breaks off from kissing you, settling back to lifting his lips to yours not long after. ]
Touch me, please?
[ He knows, even as the words leave him, that it's likely a useless thing to ask. But you're killing him slowly like this and his cock has hardened even more, as if straining for your hand to take it. ]
He's always been big on touch. The fact that he can't touch you with his hands is prompting him to compensate with the ones he can: his mouth, his tongue on yours.
There's a hitch in his breath when he feels you come close to touching him, and for a moment, he breaks off from kissing you, settling back to lifting his lips to yours not long after. ]
Touch me, please?
[ He knows, even as the words leave him, that it's likely a useless thing to ask. But you're killing him slowly like this and his cock has hardened even more, as if straining for your hand to take it. ]
[ He was keenly aware of your little internal struggle even before you said anything. As such, Hikaru only goes back to kissing you, and let that go on up until that point where he can feel you really start to get into it. Then he's withdrawing, keeping his face in those critical inches that are - given your current position - too far for you to reach. ]
Not yet.
[ Really: you look lovely like this. ]
Not yet.
[ Really: you look lovely like this. ]
[ His breathing is labored when you pull back and he follows you as far as he can, the tendons along his neck tensing as he swallows.
You've never felt so close and so far at the same time. It won't kill him but damn if it isn't driving him a little nuts. ]
Babe, [ that's whispered, low and a little pleading. ] I need you.
[ Kiss him again, come closer. You don't have to touch him if you don't want to yet, but he needs your lips over his own. ]
You've never felt so close and so far at the same time. It won't kill him but damn if it isn't driving him a little nuts. ]
Babe, [ that's whispered, low and a little pleading. ] I need you.
[ Kiss him again, come closer. You don't have to touch him if you don't want to yet, but he needs your lips over his own. ]
[ He laughs quietly at your words, and moves his free hand up to stroke the side of your face, lingering, for a moment or so, in your hair. Then he's bending low and just at the side of your head to speak into your ear, moving his lips right at the delicate curb of skin there. ]
I'll indulge you with what you want - touching you, kissing you, fucking you - on one condition: you will ask me for permission to cum.
[ There is something that you've never done with him before. ]
I'll indulge you with what you want - touching you, kissing you, fucking you - on one condition: you will ask me for permission to cum.
[ There is something that you've never done with him before. ]
[ His relief rushes out past his lips in the form of a ragged breath that tapers off into a tiny sigh. He's arching his neck now, letting you have a bit more ground to cover over his skin.
You're attempting to go ways, at least, towards making him feel good and getting him to enjoy himself with you. He can't help himself either, not with the way that he has, since he fell in love with you, been perfectly attuned to everything about you: the way you look, the way you smell, the sound of your voice. ]
You're attempting to go ways, at least, towards making him feel good and getting him to enjoy himself with you. He can't help himself either, not with the way that he has, since he fell in love with you, been perfectly attuned to everything about you: the way you look, the way you smell, the sound of your voice. ]
[ You'll hear the way he stops breathing for a little bit, when you get close, and then feel the way he turns his face so that his cheek touches yours.
Give him a moment. He's trying to actually process what you're telling him because he's not... quite sure how that's supposed to work. This isn't something either of you have done before, but never let it be said that he wasn't willing to comply.
He wets his lips again, hunger in his eyes as he offers a nod. ] Whatever you want.
[ He wants this too. His curiosity is also getting the better of him. He still remembers the feel of your finger stroking the crack of his ass. ]
Give him a moment. He's trying to actually process what you're telling him because he's not... quite sure how that's supposed to work. This isn't something either of you have done before, but never let it be said that he wasn't willing to comply.
He wets his lips again, hunger in his eyes as he offers a nod. ] Whatever you want.
[ He wants this too. His curiosity is also getting the better of him. He still remembers the feel of your finger stroking the crack of his ass. ]
[ He's shifting above you, aligning his body in a way to better allow him access. His hand has snuck between your bodies again, quietly undoing the buttons of your top and letting his fingers trace the skin underneath. ]
I love you, [ he settles for those words because they're a truth that won't change anytime soon.
He parts the folds of your clothing and lets his mouth move down, each press of his lips tender, but firm.
You are beautiful in ways he wishes he had the words to express, but since he can't, he thinks back to the numerous times that you made him smile, that he couldn't help but watch you.
The link formed between your minds is convenient, after all, and seeing the stones at Lady Shalim's court had given him an idea.
Do you remember that time he dropped by your room for your first night out on the town? He still remembers his discomfort and shock at seeing you naked. He hadn't knon then that his attraction towards you had already taken root.
There was also the time before that, in the mess of awkward confusion as you solidly prompted him to sit down again at King's Rest in the wake of memories he hadn't really meant to see: the weight of your hand on his shoulder, the look on your face; your smile.
Th first time you two made love, mixed in with his worry that you'd been out in the rain; how good your skin felt beneath his, and then a desire so strong to make you feel good and not fumble like a virgil teenager in the back of a car with no clue how to show you that he wanted you so much.
You have been so patient with him, so careful. Let him offer you the same patience and care now. ]
I love you, [ he settles for those words because they're a truth that won't change anytime soon.
He parts the folds of your clothing and lets his mouth move down, each press of his lips tender, but firm.
You are beautiful in ways he wishes he had the words to express, but since he can't, he thinks back to the numerous times that you made him smile, that he couldn't help but watch you.
The link formed between your minds is convenient, after all, and seeing the stones at Lady Shalim's court had given him an idea.
Do you remember that time he dropped by your room for your first night out on the town? He still remembers his discomfort and shock at seeing you naked. He hadn't knon then that his attraction towards you had already taken root.
There was also the time before that, in the mess of awkward confusion as you solidly prompted him to sit down again at King's Rest in the wake of memories he hadn't really meant to see: the weight of your hand on his shoulder, the look on your face; your smile.
Th first time you two made love, mixed in with his worry that you'd been out in the rain; how good your skin felt beneath his, and then a desire so strong to make you feel good and not fumble like a virgil teenager in the back of a car with no clue how to show you that he wanted you so much.
You have been so patient with him, so careful. Let him offer you the same patience and care now. ]
[ Smiling at you, and peering intently at you this entire time. He's always loved how honest you can end up being with him, especially when it's the two of you tangled together, under the sheets. ]
And that is one of the many reasons why I love you. You're so indulgent.
[ The approval is plain in his voice as he withdraws again, so that he's hovering over you and well out of your reach once more. Then he's letting his palm smooth itself over the full length of your body just once before he's finally cupping your balls, massaging each of them, then curling his fingers around your dick.
If this was any other night, he'd be thinking about how your cock is going to fit into him. Right now, though, feeling how hard you are is thinking about how hard he's becoming, and how well his cock is probably going to fit into you.
Turning his head briefly to kiss the side of your face. ]
You can control yourself, can't you? Or you can try to, anyway.
[ For me?
That's whispered into your head. It might feel a bit like the telepathic version of fingers smoothing over the ridges of your spine.
Mind magic is so useful. ]
And that is one of the many reasons why I love you. You're so indulgent.
[ The approval is plain in his voice as he withdraws again, so that he's hovering over you and well out of your reach once more. Then he's letting his palm smooth itself over the full length of your body just once before he's finally cupping your balls, massaging each of them, then curling his fingers around your dick.
If this was any other night, he'd be thinking about how your cock is going to fit into him. Right now, though, feeling how hard you are is thinking about how hard he's becoming, and how well his cock is probably going to fit into you.
Turning his head briefly to kiss the side of your face. ]
You can control yourself, can't you? Or you can try to, anyway.
[ For me?
That's whispered into your head. It might feel a bit like the telepathic version of fingers smoothing over the ridges of your spine.
Mind magic is so useful. ]
[ He sees, both through your mind and through his own, the specific moments that you're thinking back to, and something in him immediately clicks. Memory, see, isn't just about replaying the moment on a psychic screen: it's also about recalling the other sensory details that made up the experience. Your boy has always, always been a prisoner of his own senses.
He's unfolding a little more underneath you even as the weight of you - comforting and solid - is caging him on top of that bed and within your limbs, and kissing you back, in the moments that follow, with a bit more urgency.
He loves you and trusts you so damned much, it occasionally frightens him. But he hasn't seen a single reason to believe that he's done this in bad faith. ]
He's unfolding a little more underneath you even as the weight of you - comforting and solid - is caging him on top of that bed and within your limbs, and kissing you back, in the moments that follow, with a bit more urgency.
He loves you and trusts you so damned much, it occasionally frightens him. But he hasn't seen a single reason to believe that he's done this in bad faith. ]
[ When you kiss him back, the sound that leaves him is caught between a moan and a sigh. He uses his tongue to coax yours out to play and his hands tremble as his fingers move to undo your pants, palm snaking beneath the fabric that serves as a barrier between your skin and his.
He breaks off just as he traces the length of you, forehead pressed to yours as his breathing turns labored. ]
Help me get you out of this? [ Saying that, even as he's moving his hand between the mattress and your back, all the better to tug at the waistband there.
I want to see every inch of you. That's murmured through the mental link, his blood up, his heart hammering as he remembers your playful banter on that second to the last night at what was once Ys.
It had been push and pull then, you and him. Teasing, baiting -- all to your mutual benefit. Just one of the many ways you've both found yourself coming together, even in a place as foreign and as unsettling as Arcadia. ]
He breaks off just as he traces the length of you, forehead pressed to yours as his breathing turns labored. ]
Help me get you out of this? [ Saying that, even as he's moving his hand between the mattress and your back, all the better to tug at the waistband there.
I want to see every inch of you. That's murmured through the mental link, his blood up, his heart hammering as he remembers your playful banter on that second to the last night at what was once Ys.
It had been push and pull then, you and him. Teasing, baiting -- all to your mutual benefit. Just one of the many ways you've both found yourself coming together, even in a place as foreign and as unsettling as Arcadia. ]
[ He shivers in response, a quiet sound muffled behind the lips he's pressing together. His forehead drops to your shoulder ( or tries to, anyway; you're close... close enough for him to try. ) You'll feel the way he shifts under your grip, muscles tensing more in anticipation than anxiety as he attempts to make himself comfortable on that bed.
The nervousness eventually creeps back though, to prompt a soft: ] I... I don't -- I'll try.
[ Soft, a little shy. He can't seem to get his mind off how all the blood seems to have sunk to one particular part of his body. ]
The nervousness eventually creeps back though, to prompt a soft: ] I... I don't -- I'll try.
[ Soft, a little shy. He can't seem to get his mind off how all the blood seems to have sunk to one particular part of his body. ]
[ It is equal parts intense, affirming and sweet to get that sort of response out of you, and to see that you're handling him in exactly the same way that you always have since the two of you became a couple. Still, there remains a fair amount of apprehension in him, dark and cutting around the warmth and love that you're trying to offer him. ]
Okay.
[ Trying is , though, to set that at the back of his mind as he's obediently following your lead. Both his need for you and the choking remnants of his apprehension and uncertainty, though, are killing any words that he might have followed that one before he can begin to speak them.
Perhaps, in the moments that follow, after his uniform and the few other layers beneath it have been tossed to the floor, you'll look at your fiance and realize that he is yet to look this shy and this insecure in your presence. He's looking away, cheek pressed to the mattress, blushing, trembling with anticipation, need, and just a bit of worry. The tattoos on his body move with silent fluidity over his skin, and the crimson glow of his eyes is faint and muted against the other sources of light scattered across the room. ]
Okay.
[ Trying is , though, to set that at the back of his mind as he's obediently following your lead. Both his need for you and the choking remnants of his apprehension and uncertainty, though, are killing any words that he might have followed that one before he can begin to speak them.
Perhaps, in the moments that follow, after his uniform and the few other layers beneath it have been tossed to the floor, you'll look at your fiance and realize that he is yet to look this shy and this insecure in your presence. He's looking away, cheek pressed to the mattress, blushing, trembling with anticipation, need, and just a bit of worry. The tattoos on his body move with silent fluidity over his skin, and the crimson glow of his eyes is faint and muted against the other sources of light scattered across the room. ]
Edited 2015-02-18 03:30 (UTC)
[ Well, well, well: Senior Operative Joshua LaRue, stammering and nervous and endearingly shy. That's something that hasn't happened in a long time. Neither has this: you writhing the way that you are beneath him. You trying to hide away.
There's an amused noise from your boy's end now. ]
Good answer.
[ Those words are low and approving as he strokes your cock. Up and down and topped off with a squeeze close to the base of your cock or a lazy swirl of his thumb over the circumference of your tip, nice and slow --
-- is it nice for you, though, or a little frustrating? Given that he seems to be taking his time. ]
I think I'll tie you up later, and make sure that you can't turn away from me.
[ After his pressed his fingers into you. After he's fucked you for the first time, because he knows himself well enough to know that he may need to do you in for several more rounds after if there's time for that --
-- wait. Who is he kidding? He'd like to be able to fuck you just as much as he'd like you to fuck him. ]
There's an amused noise from your boy's end now. ]
Good answer.
[ Those words are low and approving as he strokes your cock. Up and down and topped off with a squeeze close to the base of your cock or a lazy swirl of his thumb over the circumference of your tip, nice and slow --
-- is it nice for you, though, or a little frustrating? Given that he seems to be taking his time. ]
I think I'll tie you up later, and make sure that you can't turn away from me.
[ After his pressed his fingers into you. After he's fucked you for the first time, because he knows himself well enough to know that he may need to do you in for several more rounds after if there's time for that --
-- wait. Who is he kidding? He'd like to be able to fuck you just as much as he'd like you to fuck him. ]
Oh, babe... [ He reaches for you, catches your chin with the first two fingers curled along the tender spot beneath and his thumb ghosing over your lips. He draws your face back his way, leaning closer, body near and braced over you. ] It's just me.
[ There is something so eerie and beautiful about you like this, like something out of one of those dreams that wake you up, restless and unable to slip back into sleep, but you were fairly sure that you couldn't call it a nightmare because you hadn't wanted to leave.
He fixes his gaze on yours, and maybe you'll see all the love and acceptance in his heart reflected there. He meant what he said to Makoto when he told the former Sin-Eater that he played for keeps. Nothing short of you telling him to go will make him -- and to be perfectly honest, he can't even promise that.
Leaning in to capture your lips again, his free hand's fingers gently tracing the jut of your hip, the line of your thigh. ] Don't hide from me, Hikaru.
[ You're safe here. Let him show you that. ]
[ There is something so eerie and beautiful about you like this, like something out of one of those dreams that wake you up, restless and unable to slip back into sleep, but you were fairly sure that you couldn't call it a nightmare because you hadn't wanted to leave.
He fixes his gaze on yours, and maybe you'll see all the love and acceptance in his heart reflected there. He meant what he said to Makoto when he told the former Sin-Eater that he played for keeps. Nothing short of you telling him to go will make him -- and to be perfectly honest, he can't even promise that.
Leaning in to capture your lips again, his free hand's fingers gently tracing the jut of your hip, the line of your thigh. ] Don't hide from me, Hikaru.
[ You're safe here. Let him show you that. ]
[ But that's just it, isn't it? It is you, and he loves you so much. It's one thing to be the King of the Lightless Lands in a room full of friends, comrades, and people who practically see him as their god. It's another to be like this with no one else but you in the room, utterly exposed.
Still, the certainty in your words and the caress of your fingers over his skin blow holes right through the uncertainty, reminding him only of the precise effect that you have and always will have on him. ]
I'll... [ Pausing, swallowing. ] I'll try not to.
[ Maybe you'll be able to meet him halfway from there, and keep this particular part of his past from ever hurting him again. ]
Still, the certainty in your words and the caress of your fingers over his skin blow holes right through the uncertainty, reminding him only of the precise effect that you have and always will have on him. ]
I'll... [ Pausing, swallowing. ] I'll try not to.
[ Maybe you'll be able to meet him halfway from there, and keep this particular part of his past from ever hurting him again. ]
That's more than enough, [ he smiles against your mouth and withdraws, mouth tracking a patient line of kisses down your chest. His hand is moving lower, curling around you again and tenderly caressing your shaft.
There's a reverence to the way he's paying attention to your body, lingering over your heart, the dip between your ribs, tue patch of skin over your navel. A lool crosses his features as he takes in the sight of the tattoo at your hip -- the kitsune amongst the higanbana, looking alive against the moonlight of your skin. ]
You're so beautiful, baby. So beautiful.
There's a reverence to the way he's paying attention to your body, lingering over your heart, the dip between your ribs, tue patch of skin over your navel. A lool crosses his features as he takes in the sight of the tattoo at your hip -- the kitsune amongst the higanbana, looking alive against the moonlight of your skin. ]
You're so beautiful, baby. So beautiful.
[ Breathing through parted lips is clearly the only option he has right now if he actually wants to get enough air to his brain.
He feels like he's taut and tense all over. There really isn't anything to worry about where it comes to keeping his word to you, right? He did say he'd do his very best and try.
There's a shudder going through him when he feels the way you're feeling him up, as he licks his lips because his throat has gone bone-dry, and he's discovering, to his detriment, that turning his gaze from your face has drawn his attention to the way your hand is folded around him.
He's also belatedly registering those words, and when he does, it's as if the room is both a little too large and yet so stifling.
Tie him up? The idea is enough to send his heart pounding back in his ears. His eyes have flicked up to you now. You're not... serious, are you?
Who is he kidding. Of course you are. Turning the tables only seems fair. He's tied you up his fair share ( at your request, but still. ) ]
He feels like he's taut and tense all over. There really isn't anything to worry about where it comes to keeping his word to you, right? He did say he'd do his very best and try.
There's a shudder going through him when he feels the way you're feeling him up, as he licks his lips because his throat has gone bone-dry, and he's discovering, to his detriment, that turning his gaze from your face has drawn his attention to the way your hand is folded around him.
He's also belatedly registering those words, and when he does, it's as if the room is both a little too large and yet so stifling.
Tie him up? The idea is enough to send his heart pounding back in his ears. His eyes have flicked up to you now. You're not... serious, are you?
Who is he kidding. Of course you are. Turning the tables only seems fair. He's tied you up his fair share ( at your request, but still. ) ]
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