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

[ 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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