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

[ Right.

Give him a moment. It's really hard to get enough of himself together in order to think about this and come up with a possible solution. ]

There... there might be some in the drawers?

[ This is Ys, after all. ]

Don't move. [ He presses his nose into your skin right before he pushes off the bed to rummage around. You're free to watch just how getting interrupted like this when he wants you affects him: the tension along the shoulders, how each drawer that doesn't yield what he wants makes him a little bit more impatient--

--yeah, he'll check the bathroom. Okay. There.

Marching back now with a pinched look to his face before he covers you and drops the lube onto the mattress, mouth fastening onto your neck. ]

I will never understand this place, but at least they come well-stocked.

[ That's muttered as one hand massages the small of your back, his breath warm right by your ear. He manages to squeeze out a generous amount enough of the lubricant onto his free hand, stray drops of that gel falling on your ass as he feels you up. ]

Mmn...

[ That was, of course, less of a response to your words and more a response to what you're doing to him. He's rocking back against your hand with the sort of urgency that only ever comes about with being so totally turned on.

The more you work him up, the more he shivers and sinks into that mattress, breathing with a little less ease with each passing second. Everything's crashing down on him, making him feel incredibly tiny and trapped and deliciously vulnerable beneath you. ]

[ Have a sigh right by your ear then, one finger breaching you as gently as he can manage, the hand that was rubbing at your back coming around your waist so that he can take you back in his grip. Your cock feels hard and hot cradled in his palm, and he shifts his body, moving mouth from your ear to the middle of your spine where he can press kisses over the ink on your skin.

He has his finger slipped well into you now, feeling around and reaching for that deepest part of you. Excuse the soft sound that escapes him. It's becoming a little difficult for him to not think about how the way you feel around his finger makes him anticipate how you'll feel when he pushes his cock inside of you. ]

[ Maybe the way your boy reacts to all of that will make it even harder for you, because now it is almost like his insides are grasping at that finger you've pushed into him, trying to draw you in. He's also pushing back with a little more urgency, even as the needy whimpers/gasped breaths are getting muffled by the mattress. It is, after all, both too much and not enough all at the same time to have you stretching him out.

The control he has on his own thoughts as slipped completely now, flooding your brain with the near fever hot fantasies that are working your finacee up just as much as your ministrations are. He wants you to fuck him hard, to hold him down/tie him up, to dominate him entirely, to push and push until he's begging for whatever little thing you're willing to give him. It's only in that sort of intensity, at this moment, that he can get taken out of himself, and feel a little less trapped in his skin/his thoughts/this place. ]

[ There is something utterly incredible about knowing that you're wanted -- and just how much. You'll feel the scrape of teeth over the flesh stretched over the muscles along your ribcage, the way his grip tightens around your dick and the press of that one finger before he eases it out and pushes back in, a second joining the first.

There's also a low sound in his throat as his own cock brushes up against the back of your thigh -- hard, hot, wanting.

He keeps this up, feeling you up with firm and decisive strokes as he lets his fingers fuck your ass, the occasional nip along hip and spine shifting to his mouth pressing firmly against the nape of your neck when he stretches you out a little more and carefully slips a third digit in. ]

You're so tight. [ His voice quivers against your skin. His body is aligned with yours now, so much that he only needs to take those fingers away to replace with the length of him which, by the way, you'll probably note is now pressed along one of your inner thighs. ]

[ You're hot enough, large enough, and hard enough to weaken his knees, and the stroke and press of your fingers only ruins him further. It will soon feel like it's your touch alone and the way that you're breaching him are the only things that are keeping him upright.

Another wave of pleasure rushes through him, leaving him dizzy, reeling, and barely able to hold himself together. Keep this up, and it's likely that he'll be able to get off before you even get to fuck him in earnest. ]

Josh, please..!

[ That comes out higher, louder, more desperate, and pleading than he's sounded since you both fell unto each other tonight. ]

[ He bears down on you in response to that, the way your lips wrapped around his name a potent enough aphrodisiac. You'll feel the warm brush of his lips against your cheek as he pins your body further down into that mattress, fingers curling along the inner walls of your ass in as loving and teasing a manner as he can manage, just because he knows it'll drive you crazy. ]

Not yet, babe. [ He is pretty sure he might eat his words anytime between now and he next few heartbeats, particularly since this position has his cock right between your legs, rubbing up nicely against your balls.

Have a nip at the lobe of your ear, Hikaru, even as he slides those fingers out of you, making no move to fill you with the length of him. What was that saying? Patience is a virtue? But to continue: the grip he has on you loosens as his fingers reach for his own cock. He's going press his face onto the side of your neck and breathe in just as he starts to get you both off -- together. ]

[ Your decision to hold off weakens him even further, so much so that he isn't even capable of responding to you in words. What comes out, instead, is a helpless sob, and your boy gasping a little more over the sheets as his body trembles and quivers and clenches around your fingers --

-- once you start with that, though, he's shuddering anew and moaning beneath you. There is, at least, a bit of relief that can be found in this moment. He'll take what he can, and hope that it won't leave him too ruined in the aftermath. ]

[ He has to press his face into your skin in response to those moans. The way you sound when the both of you come together has always been an aphrodisiac and to hear you sound that way as he works to get the both of you off does a number on his control.

It won't be long before his breathing turns labored, before he finds himself clamping down lips and teeth over your flesh. When he lets you both go, he presses you down again, mouth gasping against your cheek as his hands guide your hips to an angle where he can finally press the tip of him against your entrance. ]

Nggghgod-- [ easing himself inside of you is an exquisite strain on his patience, and you'll likely feel the way he shudders and trembles as he slides himself inside, the press of you tearing a sigh/moan from his throat until he sheathes himself as deep as he can go. ]

[ The noises you make are matched by cries of his own, just as his body is pressing further down in order to push his hips up and welcome you into him. He's quivering anew, sheathed, as he is, around your girth, pressing down around the length of you as you push your way further in.

All of this is him yielding, him giving all that he could possibly give in order to let you drive him further. The more he loses himself in you, the more he'll be able to hide away under your skin. The faster he'll be able to find himself again. ]

[ He loses track of time. All he knows is that he's losing himself inside of you, because he wants to crawl into the warmth and reassuring familiarity of your body. One of his hands has come back around your cock; the other has settled on the nape of your neck as if holding onto you like this can anchor him.

You'll be the recipient of how his mouth tracks kisses over the ink on your back, the sighs he breathes over your skin worshipful as he moves his hips, thrusting into you at a steady pace that builds and builds . The air around you is hot and charged, and when he moans out your name the sound that leaves him is utterly helpless.

He waits for you to hit the peak, for your pleasure to crest before he gives chase, driving into you deeper and rougher than he normally would have because the high is there, right within reach. He spills inside of you not too long after that and when you both tumble down, it is instinctive for his entire being to wrap around you like a shield.

Brushing tender kisses along your shoulder now. He doesn't want to move. He doesn't want to leave the comfort of your body just yet. ]

Edited 2015-03-01 14:50 (UTC)

[ And on your fiancee's end, it's all shades of odd and pleasant, floating somewhere between only vaguely registering things in the aftermath and letting himself start to slip under. Perhaps he was perfect to you in those final moments of you fucking him, for you had successfully broken him in, rendering him incapable of much else beyond responding to everything you did.

As things stand, he is still molding himself against you out of instinct. You'll have to excuse the fact that he isn't speaking, though. He's still catching his breath, eyes shut because of the still fading heat that had seared across his vision during the highest point of his pleasure, insides still pressed snugly around your cock since you haven't quite pulled out. ]

[ There's a soft, low hum from deep in his chest as he pulls you closer and hides his face in your neck. Breathing you in is like breathing in home -- but then you've become that for him in a number of ways. ]

You okay? [ That's murmured against your ear a little over a minute in.

If you're uncomfortable, he can pull out. He probably should in a little bit in any case. ]

I'm more than okay.

[ Murmuring that with a smile. It's followed up by one of his hands snaking around and smoothing its fingers over your back, up and down, over the ridges of your spine.

Things would be so much better if the two of you could just stay like this for the next couple of days, or weeks. Heck, if you could both just not do anything Arcadia and everything Each Other, that would be wonderful. ]

[ While you do that, he's reaching up to brush the hair out of your eyes. ]

You sure? [ He doesn't doubt you. You'll be able to tell that much, through the shared link. He just has to ask. It's been pretty crazy of late. ]

[ Making a small and contented noise when you do that, and leaning a bit more into your touch. ]

I'm sure now.

[ As sure as he can be, at any rate. This little exercise with the Grand Reaping has been more interesting than he originally anticipated. ]

Okay. [ There's a smile before he draws you close again, lips pressing into your hair as his arms settle around you. He starts to ease himself out of your body though, because as convenient as the lubricant was, its something from Ys, and he doesn't trust it as far as to get too comfortable.

You are free to pick that up. Your lovemaking has kind of... fried his internal circuits.

After a bit though: ] It's going to be over soon. Isn't it? This part, at least.

[ There's a soft sigh on your boy's end the moment you pull out, followed by the slightest shudder from your fiancee. He doesn't move away, though, and does seem perfectly content with staying this close. ]

Yes, I think it will be. [ A beat. ] I hope it will be, at any rate.

[ Too many things have stirred up old ghosts, and reminded him of the ache of old wounds. ]

[ That's his arm tightening around you reassuringly. ]

Me too, babe.

[ It'll be a relief to see this first engagement wrap up with a favorable outcome. He won't underestimate Gradlon, but he's prepared to bet money that between the two current Kings of Summer, Oberon's the better in more aspects than just one.

Nuzzling your forehead again at that. ] You sure you're good?

[ He won't pry. You'll get that much through the link. Some things can be left to brew for the meantime, but he's always ready to listen if you need him to. ]

[ That gets you a reaction: the light lift of your boy's eyebrows, and a quirk of his lips that does not quite match the way the look in his eyes has gone a little still. ]

That's twice in a row, love.

[ What are you thinking? What's wrong? What do you need to know?

He is getting all of that through the link, and he appreciates it. Still, that you're asking again means something. ]

[ If he freezes for a bit when you point that out, it's only because you've got him caught. What he does offer as he looks straight into your eyes is the apology in them. ]

Sorry, [ lifting a hand to your cheek now, brushing his thumb over your skin. A lot's been happening. ] I'm just making sure.

[ This is Arcadia, Land of Fucked-Up Things. This is Ys, which is so offensive in so many ways he's pretty much lost count. There is the matter of how the children kept by the Căpcăun upset you. And related to that, one blond, little girl who had shyly offered a flower in a wordless offering of hero-worship it looked like his blade mate's story, redux.

He won't press. He just wanted to check that you are good. There is time. He is holding to that belief. ]

I just always want to make sure where you're concerned. Old habits die hard.

[ Watching you intently as you respond to him, and then leaning in once you're done to kiss you softly on the lips. When he withdraws, he's smiling. ]

Don't ever apologize for worrying about me. I'm not really used to having someone checking in the way you do, but... it's nice.

[ He means it. ]

Honestly, I'm as "okay" as I could possibly be. It's difficult to articulate.

[ But the fact that he is pushing himself up after one last kiss on your mouth and going for his cigarettes means that he's willing to try for you. ]

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