icarusalsoflew | 003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[ There is something so incredible about the way everything about you fits. On anyone else, the themes carried by the ink that decorates your skin might look scattered and gaudy because the images appear to have no single unifying pattern. He wouldn't really know, but there are aesthetics that Josh understands and he is slowly learning to broaden the scope of that. He's seen those tattoos before, has skimmed his fingers over the fox at your belly but this moment feels fresh and new and there is no other way to say it: it is a turn-on. Because he has glimpsed sides of you that you have allowed him the chance to see and everything, he's beginning to realize -- everything about you is deliberate.

When he bends down to press his face into your skin, there is no other word for the way he touches you than 'worshipful'. His hands are tentative, the kisses from his lips gentle, because you are so beautiful and the effect you have on him is almost ridiculous.

Fingers tightening on your hips now as the path he charts over the smooth planes of your stomach eith his mouth earns a more demanding edge. Yes, that is the scrape of teeth, yes, that is him gently sucking against your flesh as he attempts to figure out how to move next, because he is incredibly overwhelmed that he is here, with you, like this and he only knows that he wants much, much more. ]

[The warm rush of your breath over his skin alone is enough to make his stomach tighten, and when your lips follow --]

Mm...

[The air's starting to stutter in his lungs even more, short and ragged. It just gets worse when your grip tightens, and when the press of your lips is joined by that hint of teeth and tongue. He can't, at first, stop thinking of how close your mouth is to his hips, his thighs, his cock. Moments after that, he can't think, can't do much else but try and barely succeed to wrench his gaze away and close his eyes in a valiant attempt at not having to dwell on the vision of you down there, practically between his legs (it doesn't work). His own teeth are worrying now, at his bottom lip. His own fingers have threaded up a little into the sheets.]

[ He's catching that, mouth pressed still to your skin, a smile curling his lips as he tracks a path upwards over your solar plexus and then there, over your heart. He'll take this slow ( please forgive him for it later ) because he's still figuring this out, taking it one step at a time.

He's kissing the corner of your mouth now, having moved back over you and it is deliberate, the way he palms the length of you in the hopes that he'll get the reaction that he wants -- you stopping at biting your lip so that he can plant a long one on you. ]

[That alone, at this point, is enough to undo him: it shows, in the way he gasps against your ear, and in the helpless jerk of his hips before he can stop himself. You'll feel it for sure now, how hot and hard he is for you at this moment, and just how far you're capable of driving him up the wall. And to think that the two of you have barely done anything yet.

One of his arms moves up and locks itself around your neck. This is his attempt to bring you as close to him as he possibly can, inasmuch as it is an attempt at anchoring himself in place.

He wants you so damned much, it's almost enough to make him sorry. Almost.]

[ It is a heady feeling: hearing you react, feeling that reaction against him. He's catching your bottom lip now between his teeth, the gesture gentle and careful. When he breaks off, he's catching your gaze, the look in his own eyes is dark and slightly shuttered, as if all the feelings inside of him are becoming a little too overwhelming that he's compelled to hide. ]

Tell me-- [ trying that again, just as he wets his lips with his tongue. ] Tell me how to touch you.

[Could 'he does not care, just touch him everywhere' be a valid answer? With the way his body's responding to yours, that is probably the kind of signal that you're getting. Still:]

I could show you.

[He's not shy about the offer at all. Your hands feel so good on him, and he honestly finds your concern and the tenderness with which you handle him endearing and humbling at equal turns.]

[ How could a statement go straight between his legs and leave him so speechless and turned-on. Josh is unconsciously worrying on his own lip at that, his palm hasn't moved from where you are hard and warm against his fingers -- but he is incredibly still.

He's searching those violet eyes and then replying as best as he can manage given the thickness of need in his throat: ] Yes. Please.

[It's kind of nice to see that he can have that effect on you. He is used to being able to do that to other people, but you've become increasingly important in the past few months, even before he was aware of the depth of it.

He shifts just a bit, trying not to quiver at how he inadvertently ends up sliding up against the hand that you still have on him, and kisses you, with tongue. He's matching that slow and careful exploration of your mouth with the movements of his hands: he's letting them travel up, sliding over your hips, and then undoing the zipper of your pants and pushing them down just past your waist. Your underwear follows in a moment.]

[ And the moment you started kissing him, he's shakily moved his hand up against your stomach, even as he meets you kiss for kiss, rubbing his tongue up against your own. When your hands begin to move over him though, Josh finds that his hand has slid from your stomach to curl on the sheets, that he can't quite concentrate on the movement of his mouth against your own.

It doesn't help that the air between you may be warm and charged, but the rest of the room is still cool and every inch of his now exposed skin is registering now, the change in temperature.

His forehead preses against yours, his breath coming out short and ragged in anticipation. He's trembling with the effort not to press down against you, as he sucks his stomach in and holds it in, for centering balance. ]

[Since you're both that close, then, you'll catch the way he smiles at you: small and pleased, with that familiar edge that speaks of one Hikaru Shinta being up to absolutely no good. Then he's reaching up to take a hold of you and rather gently (but firmly) reverse your positions.

Inadvertently, though, perhaps he's given you yet another thing to be a little overwhelmed by: the shocking warmth of his body as he covers you now, and takes a moment out to study the way you look. Details are everything with this one, because the more things there are, the more fascinating the overall picture becomes.

Then his hand is back down between your legs, palming underside of your cock, feeling the shape of you, then taking you by the hilt.]

[ This one is cmnplying willingly, letting you settle over him like a comfortable weight even as his breaths slow and turn shallow.

He's stuck on those eyes of yours again, and is lifting his hands to frame your face when the feel of your hand breaks his line of thought, eyes immediately going dark, lips parting at the sensasion of your fingers wrapped around him. ]

[He takes his time with you, trying, in his own way, to reciprocate the tenderness by which you handle him. He takes you with full downward and upward strokes, pausing, every now and then, to rub at the tip of your cock with his thumb, or palm the rest of you in order to ensure you that he doesn't plan on leaving any part of you unattended.

This is how you might touch him: that's the message that goes unspoken between the two of you. Besides, why speak when he'd rather you kiss you, open mouthed and open eyed, and watch the way the sensations write themselves all over your face?]

[ It's hard not to react to the way Hikaru is stroking him after the first few motions. Your palm is warm, the weigh of you on him and your state of undress is making him realize how stuffy the room feels.

He swallows as he sinks further into the sheets, one hand coming up to press heel to forehead as his toes curl. ]

Josh.

[It's a gentle summons, coupled with an equally gentle hand on your wrist. Even with all of that, though, this one is still using his other hand to keep stroking you off.]

Don't hide from me.

[You often ask him for the same thing, do you not? It's only fair.]

[ Funny how he can't find his voice, so he's shaking his head, lips pressing together for a bit before he lets you pull his hand away. He's at a loss for the words to describe how you're making him feel because he feels like he's heating up from the inside even as your hand is moving over him.

Catching you by the nape of your neck now and drawing you close to he can press his forehead to yours, even as he breathes: low and shallow. ]

[That, he feels, is much better: he'll show you as much by kissing you again, briefly, and smiling.

No, his hand has never left your crotch.]

Would you like me to use my mouth?

[It's difficult to ignore his own need and just how much he wants your hands back on his body, but this sort of thing is entirely new to you. Might as well walk you through it while showing you all of the possible ways that he could give in to you and make you feel good.]

[ And that is the soft sound of utter helplessness, because did you really have to say it like that?

He's looking away now, lips parted, eyes dark. ]

[Because you're looking away, he's going to angle his mouth down and let his lips plant half-formed kisses along your jawline for a moment. Every gesture is geared towards helping you get used to this, he hopes.]

Do you?

[And he thought that he was the only one who needed a lesson in learning how to ask.]

[ And that is a sharp intake of breath as his eyes close. His hands brace themselves.on your hips now, palms skimming skin as he turns his face to yours so that your lips brush. ]

I... if you want to. [ There's a look in Josh's eyes as he says that. A look that shows that he's a little at a loss, that he's nervous. ]

I want to do whatever I can to make you feel good.

[And the look he's sending you in return ought to show you that he sees that, and he's all right with it. It's kind of crazy how his need for you is overriding pretty much all of the heavy emotions that had spread out between the two of you over the past few days.]

It's one thing for me to want this.

[It takes two to tango, and all.]

[ A shaky breath leaves him at that and the Josh is rearing up, weight braced on his elbows as he catches your mouth. ]

Okay, [ a nip on your lower lip ] Yes, [ the shifting of his mouth as he draws a breath from yours. ]

[And it's telling how that kiss goes on for a bit longer than it should, and it's matched by a noise of satisfaction tempered with just that much urgency against your lips.

Once it's broken, though, he's letting his hands slide under the hem of your shirt.]

Care to lose this for me first?

[Because he's had it up to here with being driven crazy over the lack of contact between his skin and yours.]

[ Josh is pushing himself all the way up to a sitting position at that, the top row of his teeth catching on his lower lip for a moment ( yes, that is also a shaky breath with the barest hint of a hah ) because you've worked him up pretty bad and any bodily shift is sending sharp stabs through him.

It takes quite a bit of maneuvering to get that shirt off, and there is a soft frustrated sound just as he's tugging it over his head and the back of the fabric bunches and just... won't. come. off. ]

[What you'll hear first is a small chuckle before there are hands moving to assist you --

-- and the moment that's off, he's up against your body again, and his mouth and tongue are rather busy urging yours to come around and play. He's also letting his hands roam over the smooth planes of your body, because by Elaine, it's so nice to get properly acquainted with your skin.

Yes, you'll also feel how he's hot and hard for you, and does not appear to be ashamed to show it.]

[ And he's meeting each kiss, tongue chasing yours as his arms come around to crush you against him. You lack of shyness is letting him get over his own, bit by bit, because it's difficult not to get swept up in your enthusiasm, in the way you feel right up against him.

So he's going to fall back against the mattress and take you with him, a hand cupping the flesh of your butt to press you both closer than merely just close.

He's also trying to kick his pants off -- it's working, somewhat. At least one leg is off. ]

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