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

[icarusalsoflew]

Take a prompt, take some time, drop in as you like. If you're from Eudio, though, mosey on down here.

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[larue]

[ There's the press of teeth as he withdraws just far enough from you thumb that the pad of it is resting between his lips. His blue eyes have turned your way now, seeing only you and betraying the need that he may have appeared immune to.

That's the roughness of the tip of his tongue along the skin of your finger now, and then he's moving that hand back into the cuff, willing it to tighten around it again so that you won't be able to distract him from what he plans next.

He's using both of his thumbs to follow the dip right before the jut of your hipbones; the pressure loving, caressing and very much like the way he'd trace the crack of your ass.

He wants you to think of the places he'd usually touch you, while not actually touching you there. You've an agile mind with a vivid enough imagination, yes? ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ You shift down and his eyes follow your progress, even as his breath is starting to taper out into tiny little sobs that are a mix of desperation, need, pleasure and protest all at once.

If that was the desired effect that you were going for with these terrible ministrations, you're getting it and then some. Your boy, you see, is rapidly being pushed too far and too soon, leaving him incapable of doing much else but unfold beneath your fingertips and lose himself a little more at each turn. His hands are clenched tight now, see, and his hips are bucking, digging back into the cushion, pushing up towards your thumbs. He's also writhing yet again in earnest, pressing the side of his face - flushed cheek, panting lips shaped in a trembling moan and all - against the cushion.

This is bad. He could very easily end up coming in spite of the fact that he really doesn't want to. ]

[larue]

[ Yes. This is what he wants to see.

Leaning down now to drop a kiss to your knee as he keeps up rubbing at that spot, the weight of his fingers shifting from deep and thorough to almost feather-like. ]

Let go, Hikaru. [ He murmurs that, his voice low, lulling, earnest. ] It's only you and me here.

[icarusalsoflew]

[ Just the mere touch of your lips and simple circle of your thumbs sends another wave of lust rushing through his system, and it's nearly enough to drag him under.

He shakes his head vehemently at that, even as a whimper's crawling its way past his throat, tapering out into the a breathless moan. He isn't looking at you again, because he's sure that given the state that he's in, all it'll take is the sight of you looking back down at him to ruin him.

Not letting go is sure to hurt him, though. You'll be able to see that for yourself plain as day, given the way that your boy is trembling beneath you, muscles coiled and tight underneath tingling, impossibly heated skin. The sheen of sweat is mingling with the oil you've rubbed him down with: a result, no doubt, of the effort he's putting into trying not to lose it and inevitably failing. ]