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Hikaru Shinta ([personal profile] icarusalsoflew) wrote2013-12-24 01:52 pm
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003. and in every raindrop... // open post.




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larue: (232)

[personal profile] larue 2015-03-04 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ There, that is much better. It is, admittedly, a boost to his confidence that he is doing this right by following instinct and thinking just enough to direct things the way you and he want them to go.

God, it's so criminal how hot you look. That's a stray thought he doesn't mean for you to hear even as he bows his own head, mouth warm to your ear and tongue tracing the outer curve of it. His hand has gentled around your wrist, the backs of his fingers gently caressing the length of your own.

He wants to kill you with kindness and ruin with you with a tenderness as sweet as it is ruthless. ]


One more. Just let me see you cum one more time and I'll tie you up, baby. [ Husky, full of want and rough need. ]

I've never told you have I? [ Teeth gently catching at the topmost part of your ear now, lips clamping down over the skin and cartilage before he worries on it for a little bit. ] It gets me going when I know you want it as much as I do.

[ Did he shift his hips more snugly against your back? You bet. And he is hard. His erection, truth be told, is becoming a big distraction.

Nipping a line down the side of your throat again, and when he speaks, his voice is low, perhaps a touch dangerous. ]


Do you think you could touch me back? [ Whisper-soft, that, with a touch of humor and the wayward thought that if he ruins his pants and gets scolded for it, it's a small price to pay for what he hopes to achieve. ] Just to keep those gorgeous hands of yours occupied while I get you off again?
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larue: (told me i was only burden bound)

[personal profile] larue 2015-03-04 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ He makes his pleasure known through the muted moan he breathes into your ear/against your skin. His fingers flex just a little, just enough to grip you better and stroke you with more eagerness.

Perfection so often lasts the span of a heartbeat, but for the duration of that snatch in time the moment can stretch to the equivalent of near-forever. ]


Yes, [ he whispers, breathless, needy, his own hips rolling in response to your shaky ministrations. The effect of his impact on you is heady, beautiful and raw. ] Just hold on for me a bit longer.

[ Those words are strained and drift off into the labored cadence of his breathing as he adjusts to your weight, shifts his grip and strokes you more roughly in the cocooned warmth of his palm and fingers. Let him take you higher, let him drag you to the peak. When you go over, he'll be right there, ready and waiting to catch you before he gives you more. ]
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[personal profile] larue 2015-03-04 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Your confidence in bed is one of the most amazing things he's ever had the privilege to experience. It's made him feel safe to try new things and to pursue darker desires he hadn't felt brave enough to express as he gets a better sense of himself. There has been very little fear that either of you would overstep in bed; true, it's taken time, he's learning to ask just as easily as giving comes naturally. Recent events have also given him a glimpse of the kind of will you exert to control your desires, to make sure that you keep yourself in check -- and largely because you were always, always weighing the considerations over how he would feel.

Tonight is not about him. Tonight is about what he can offer you, what desires he can fulfill to take you to that brink, all the while reassuring you that he won't break or leave you hanging and wanting. And admittedly, there is something about seeing and feeling you so unsettled that your finesse is near-nonexistent that sends his lust skyrocketing. That is why kisses turn rougher over your flesh, why his teeth scrape hard enough to leave marks on your skin, why the suction of his lips are greedy enough to bruise. His grip is tight; you're leaking, you can break at your will or he could tell you to let go.

But he won't. You will feel that keenly through the link, even as he teases and torments your body in a manner that he hasn't allowed himself to before; in a way he had been apprehensive to, before. It is a high, you see, knowing that you are waiting for his word, your trust in him so concrete that you hold back, utter faith that he will give you permission to let go.

You like this. This is something that really gets you off, isn't it? You don't need to answer him. He's just always been so vocal about his wonder over all the things that make up who you are. That is followed almost instantly by the silent offer that he is leaving you this choice; that your pleasure is up to you. You know your limits better than he does, and he has absolute trust in you to push past established comfort zones if that is what it takes to give you what you need.

He is right here. Right. Here. He won't leave you, he will catch you. Just take that leap of faith, he'll meet you on the other side. ]
larue: (my neon eyes are set on you)

[personal profile] larue 2015-03-04 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ You are possibly the most breathtaking, utterly beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes on. And you are his. For as long as he breathes, as long as his heart beats -- you're his. His shoulders have curled around you now, following the line of your body as he smooths his cum-slick palm over your stomach. His free arm has wrapped around your torso, holding you up and keeping you close as he whispers kisses along your temple. ]

I've got you, babe, [ he sighs. ] I'm right here.

[ You feel of you slumped against him, all pliant limbs and warm flesh makes something click into place and he moves gently, rearranging your limbs and easing you down onto the mattress before he starts to pile a handful of pillows together.

His attention doesn't stray very long from you, even as he manages to do all that: his body covers yours, his lips meet your lips, breathing in the air from your lungs and offering his own for you to take. His actions in the aftermath of your lovemaking have always leaned towards tenderness, as if by touch alone he would like to lull you to sleep while he kept whatever nightmares you've had at bay.

He offers you that familiarity now, even as he picks you up, sets you back against the softness and the sheets, body pulling away just briefly enough as he tugs loose one of the bindings on those drapes, letting the curtain fall to obscure the view of one side of your room.

You are free to watch the way he's measuring that cord in his hands as he shifts towards you, weight on his knees. There's a look on his face: thoughtful, considering -- but he doesn't utter a word. Not to ask if this would be okay, not to tell you what he plans to do. Technically love, he doesn't really have to, does he? You got a pretty glimpse of it earlier. ]
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[personal profile] larue 2015-03-04 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He has, in all honesty, half a mind to indulge you both and take you like this once before he ties you down. Still, patience has it's merits. You'll see the tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth as he crawls over on all fours, his body covering yours as he kisses you full on the mouth.

His fingers are also catching your wrists, the weight of his forearms pressing your legs aside. He makes it a point to rub the bulge of his own erection up against your cock, hands making quick work of looping one end of that cord around your wrists to bind them together before taking the other end, hooking it along one of the decorative hooks on that headboard ( he noticed them; hard not to, since he does share this room with you ) and drawing it back to lift your arms overhead.

Withdrawing now to oversee his handiwork as his right hand rotates to wind the rope around his palm. His eyes are dark but shuttered. He's also tucking away his thoughts, experimenting with figurative doors to keep you from seeing what he has in store for you. ]


We'll take this slow. [ He says that evenly. ] I want to take my time enjoying you.
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[personal profile] larue 2015-03-04 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He keeps his hold on that cord steady, even as he shifts over you, bending low enough to breathe gently over your erect cock. No, he's not going to touch you, yes, there's a purpose to this -- and then he moves lower and lets his breath pass over your exposed balls, down to where your ass is only half-obscured by the sheets.

He keeps that up for a bit, stretching this out and clearly observing how you react to the almost but not quite contact. ]
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[personal profile] larue 2015-03-06 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He can feel the weight of your gaze on him, but he doesn't look up, just keeps at what he's doing alternating between breathing gentle warm air over your cock and down and back up again, his skin far removed from yours, his grip not faltering once on that cord.

And then he's leaning in close and letting his tongue lick one long, lazy line along the inside of one thigh, which he punctuates with the clamp of teeth over your flesh, his cheek brushing against your crotch. ]


Close your eyes. [ He murmurs that almost absently, before he goes back to worrying his teeth over your skin. ] Don't open them unless I tell you to.
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[personal profile] larue 2015-03-08 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Just ride this out with me. [ And that's a gentle nip over your skin as his fingers move to trace that patch of skin just centimeters from where he'd like to take you. He tracks a line of open-mouthed kisses towards your cock after that, fingers rubbing lazy circles all the way until he's teasing your entrance. When he finally starts to kiss your dick, the sigh that leaves him is reverent, as if he were worshiping your skin.

There's a thoughtful noise as he breathes over you, thumb now pressing up against you just enough for you to welcome the tip of that digit inside. ]


You know, I think I'll let you hold the cord, so that both my hands are free for me to have my way with you.

[ You're incredibly quick on the uptake, Hikaru. You holding the cord means that you're complicit in your own binding, and would therefore have you keep yourself in place as he makes good on his promise to make tonight all about you. ]
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[personal profile] larue 2015-03-09 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The sound of your whimpers, of those soft mutterings under your breath prompt a quiet smile from his end as he withdraws what little of his thumb has pressed into you shortly after that final whine. Maybe you'll pick up the hushed laugh that leaves him -- he's enjoying this, he won't deny a minute of it -- as he moves over your body and leans in close to steal a hungry kiss from your lips.

His hands slowly maneuver that cord through your fingers, folding them over and around it with an unspoken command in the way he lingers a little longer than usual before he finally lets go. ]


Hold that for me for a bit, will you babe? [ His breath is warm over your cheek, and he lets the smile slip into his tone before he pulls back again to rearrange you over those sheets, your legs bent and pushed up close to your chest so he can stretch out and proceed to set his mouth on you.

If he sounds like he's enjoying himself -- it's because he is. You spread your legs for him earlier in an invitation, and now he's taking you up on it and eating you out with the kind of patience that mimics a cat playing with it's food. ]
larue: (i'm addicted to you / you're toxic)

[personal profile] larue 2015-03-10 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is a high in this: in letting his tongue tease your entrance, flicking over your hole as he breathes warmly over your exposed skin; in lightly rubbing the tip of it in rapid succession just to get you to jerk and squirm even as his fingers curl into your flesh in an unspoken command to keep still.

He widens his mouth and covers you completely, hands shifting to better cup your ass as he breaches you. He wants you not gasping, not whimpering -- but begging. He wants your inhibitions dropped, his name a prayer and a plea on your lips because your body has become a cage that only he has the key to.

It's a little while into that, that there's the distant, frustrated thought of being caught between wanting to get up and dig out the oil you so lovingly subjected him to the last time and staying right here at a stalemate.

He feels a cool, solid piece of curved something by his knee when he shifts his weight. And that's what makes him stop enough to give you temporary reprieve, because he looks down unsure over what to expect and... huh. ]
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larue: (go somewhere no one else can see)

[personal profile] larue 2015-03-10 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He takes all of five seconds to realize that you are too distracted by far to have called that bottle towards the bed. He can feel how tightly wound up you are, how scrambled your thoughts are -- and it all clicks into place.

So he sets you back down onto that bed and unfolds his body from how he tangled his limbs with your own. What you'll hear next, is the soft, sighed chuckle followed by the sounds of him uncapping that bottle and the drop of that oil onto his palm. The feel of the liquid seeping into his skin makes him take in a breath, then he's rubbing his oil-slicked palms together and smoothing both hands over your inner thighs, over the whole length of your cock and down along the valley of your ass. ]


This has got to be my favorite thing in Arcadia. [ Those are his warm lips over the skin right beneath your navel. ] After the way you look, of course.
larue: (it's only a crime if I get caught)

[personal profile] larue 2015-04-04 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Have the scrape of teeth over your flesh, just as he rubs at your entrance, tracing it's circumference in order to tease you.

You wob't see it, the way his eyes are hooded and dark, but maybe you'll be able to make out just how much you're affecting him by the way he has to pause and breathe; the way his touch lingers, fingers curled into your flesh as if in anticipation for the need to hold on.

Not breaching you just yet. He wants to see how far he can torment you without providing you what you need. ]

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