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

[And you must love the way you push him beyond the point of desperately turned on frustration too, because he's exhibiting all the signs of that now: his body sinking further into the sheets, his hips jerking up towards yours, the ragged breath in your ear, the way his eyes slid shut like he's trying to steady himself and it just isn't working.]

Like I want you to please stop teasing me and fuck me?

[Excuse the rough edge in his voice. It's only because he really, really hates the fact that he loves what you manage to do to him.]

[ And Josh is, for a moment, hiding his face in your shoulder as he moves his hips rhythmically over yours. His breathing is labored and he's doing his best not to groan into your skin because the ache is building, there where the friction between your bodies is making him tremble with need.

He angles his head so that he can nip at your jaw. ] I thought you said I could do whatever I wanted?

[ It takes him about two tries to get that whole sentence out. When he does though, he's letting his body pin you more into that mattress. ]

[It's a unique sensation, feeling like your own skin's too tight for your own good, and you're burning up in it. Yours is a weight that he'll always welcome, though, if only because eventually? You'll give.

Hopefully.]

Doesn't mean I can't complain.

[But even as he's saying that, his hands are skimming over the curve of your spine, your shoulder blades. He's desperately hard against you, but that seems to be a problem that you both have right now.]

And if I want to take my time with you tonight?

[ That's whispered softly over your lips as he lowers himself over you, his weight bearing down on your body, his forearms braced on either side of your head.

You'll feel him shift beneath your hands, the way his body arches up into your palms, as if every cell in his body is seeking out the warmth of your skin on his. ]

[The distance (or lack thereof) between the two of you is pure torture right now.]

Then I'm going to complain every step of the way.

[And that's why, after (somehow) managing to say that, he's pushing himself up and catching your lips with his own.]

[ There's a sharp intake of breath from his end, when you push up and capture his lips with yours. One hand is coming off the bed to cup the side of your face as he rolls slightly to the side.

His heart rate's spike a little since you did that, by the way. Perhaps you'll remember that night a little over a week ago, in his room in the Tower. ]

You do that. [ That's coming out a little breathless. ] But I'm still going to take my time with you.

[He remembers, of course. He remembers everything, and in situations like this? It's hard to say whether it makes everything better or that much worse.]

I hate you a little right now.

[Says the man who's letting his hands skim down the length of your body before snagging along the waistband of your pants. If there are no protests, sir, he's going to pull those pasts all the way down now.]

[ He is trying ( and failing ) at not smiling as he watches you do just that and then he's going to push himself up so that he can catch you by the chin and kiss you again. ]

You keep telling yourself that.

[ Is he returning the favor and sliding his hands into the back pockets of those pants of yours before he's undressing you? Yes. He also couldn't resist allowing himself the opportunity to squeeze your rather fine ass.

Forehead to yours now: ] Promise, I'll make it worth the wait.

[Did you really have to do that? Having your hands down there is just an incredibly uncomfortable reminder of what you're not quite doing to him right now on top of what you are doing.

No words: just your boy kissing you again, and trying to draw in close like his body's already starved for your touch, or simply the feel of your skin on his.]

[ He'll rid you of those pants ( and anything else that's honestly in the way of bringing his body close to yours ) and kiss you back like breathing only works if it's the air that you give him. Those are his hands memorizing the shape of your torso, before he moves his arms so that one catches you firmly by the waist and the other curls around your shoulder.

His fingers have curled against your scalp, and he's back to giving due attention to your neck. The temptation to mark you right where your jaw slopes into your neck, is strong, but he resists and moves his lips so that he can suck on the flesh of your shoulder instead. ]

[There's a whimper bruising the air, and a shiver underneath your fingers. The movement of your mouth/tongue on his skin is torturous, given how much you've already worked him up.

It's starting to get difficult to do anything but react to whatever you choose to give him now. He's wound up too tight; his hands have already fallen away from your body, and those fingers of his have curled up tight in the sheets.]

[ Your hands falling away only prompts him to suck harder on your flesh. He's also sitting back against the bed, body inclined at an angle and letting his hands drift down so that he can catch the backs kf your thighs to sit you down astride the lower half of his stomach.

He does that on purpose, by the way, put his cock close enough to where you want him: pressed right up against the valley of your ass cheeks.

He's catching your chin now, and tilting your gaze back to his. ]

[There's no resistance at all; instead, you'll feel how he trembles in your grip out of sheer anticipation.]

Fuck me.

[And those words don't have nearly as much force as they should; the statement's closer to a whine, like he's only a few steps away from begging. Can you really blame him, though? You're so damned close to him, but you're not there yet.]

[ He draws you in, slants his lips over yours as his hands follow the line of your arms to grip you by the elbows. ]

Not yet. [ That's whispered as he shifts his hips beneath you, as he nibbled on your lower lip yet again. ]

Let me enjoy you like this for a bit.

[There's another noise over your mouth, one that's caught between an exhaled breath and a small sob. Your boy's throat has gone dry already, and it's all that he could do to try and swallow down that lump of desire that's built up in it. His lips are are quivering too, and moving after yours whenever they're not close enough.

He looks so lost without your hand on his cock, your length buried inside of him, your mouth on his mouth.]

[ There's something about kissing and how it lets him explore the way you taste. He can lose himself in the flavor of your mouth, the texture of your tongue and more of those little sounds that leave you.

One hand is going to curl possessively over that elbow of yours, while the other travels over the dip of muscle along your bicep, and further up to drift his fingertips along the line of your throat.

You look breathtaking like this, with the need in your eyes and the shiver in your breath. It's almost uncomfortable, how it's making him remember the way you looked when he'd pinned you down, tied you up and brought you to the point of begging.

It's almost uncomfortable because he wants to see that again.

He'll trace a line now, down the middle of your chest, close enough to where you're hard against his stomach before he veers his hand away. ]

Anything I want? [ Does he sound hesitant? Maybe. Yes. He'd like to be absolutely sure. ]

[There's another hitch for you to listen to, right there in his throat as his skin shudders beneath your fingertips. He watched the progress of that hand of yours, of course, with half-lidded eyes.

You're like a drug to him, but you probably already knew that.]

Yes.

[He's wanted nothing more but to be brought down by you this entire evening. It's always like that, when the two of you come together. That isn't going to change, not until the both of you end.]

[ He's setting his hand at the base of your throat and using a finger to tilt your head to one side so that he can nip at your jaw. ]

And if I say confess that I think I want to... tie you up again?

[ He's drawing you close. He wants your cock pressed between your bodies, like so, you see. ]

[His throat grows uncomfortably tight at that point, and the air's shuddering in his lungs. There's just enough of it to fuel a hiss of excitement/frustration the moment he feels the heat between your two bodies.]

I'd ask you to tell me what else you want to do to me, after you've done that.

[There's another thing that you've got him hooked on: getting worked up just by hearing you talk to him while you're tangled together like this, by hearing all of the things you'd like to try by using his body for your pleasure.]

[ He doesn't bother to resist the sigh that passes his lips when he feels the hardness of your cock on his skin. You'll feel his hips shift beneath you as well, as he rubs himself up against your ass. For the record: this is as much torture for him as it is to you... or so he'd like to think.

That hand on your throat is sliding down your chest and following the same path from only a few minutes ago. ]

My mouth, [ he'll curl his fingers lightly around you now, his thumb tracing idle circles over the tip. ] Right here.

[ Now to give that ear of yours the attention it deserves. ] I'm still weighing the pros and cons of putting my fingers in you.

Mm...

[That tapers out into a ragged sigh, and it's accompanied by a helpless buck of your boy's hips. Your grip is too light for him, especially since he's rock hard, desperately hot, and straining for whatever contact you have to offer him.]

Please... [Swallowing now, because his mouth has gone dry.] Please put your fingers in me.

[And please fuck him. He really, really needs you to fuck him.]

[ He's going to move that loose grip over you in an echo of how he held you earlier. ]

I'll think about it. [ He's teasing, promise. The way you look, feel and sound right now is making him dizzy with want.

But first: ] Tie or belt.

[ That's followed by the way his tongue traces the outer curve of your ear; the way his teeth graze along your earlobe. ]

[It's hard to tell whether it's your words or the attention you're lavishing upon him that has his breathing quickening. It's probably both.

On that note, please excuse the slight delay on his end. The choice you've given him made his mind go blank for more than a few seconds, and what you're doing to his ear/how your holding him is distracting.]

Whatever can restrain me better.

[Because now that you've mentioned tying him up, he's hoping to Elaine that you plan on really stretching him out, on rendering him as helpless as the way he feels for you.]

[ He's going to turn his attention to your neck now, because your scent, your warmth -- it's so goddamn addicting. ]

Let me go get both then.

[ He'll think on how that came out so easily later. ]

[Let him distract you even more from that with an attempt at bridging the terrible distance between you both and catching your mouth, yet again, with his.

He is, indeed, starved of you. It's almost as if he's perpetually deprived of the feel of your body and the sight/smell/taste of you, but he only really remembers just how bad it is when you come together.]

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