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

[icarusalsoflew]

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[larue]

[ It's the hint of teeth that get him -- so this is Josh writhing beneath each nip, strangled, cut-off sounds leaving him as his fingers tangle in your hair. ]

Hikaru, wait-- [ those are his legs coming up to lock you in place by the waist; or trying to anyway. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[He'll let you have that, as he pauses rather obediently from where his face is hovering just over your skin. Where his breath is warm over your body.]

Mm?

[He's keeping his gaze right on you, and there's a promise in there. He'll only ever do what you want him to do, and beyond that? He's yours.

Maybe you'll find it thrilling someday, how you're the one who can tell the Blade King what to do in bed.]

[larue]

[ Are you kidding him? It is thrilling -- it's also incredibly terrifying because he feels utterly out of his depth, and all the while wanting to make sure that he can give as good as he gets.

Holding that gaze now, before he lets himself sink back. ] Forget I was gonna say... anything.

[ And then softly, trying for glib: ] I'm just... going to lie back and think of England.

[icarusalsoflew]

[Have some low laughter right over your skin, Josh.]

Don't you mean Japan?

[He is, by the way, shifting even lower. That next kiss he gives you is right below your belly button. There are hands too, pushing your pants completely off.]

[larue]

That works.

[ Helpless. So utterly helpless as he tries to right his breathing. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[He finds that helplessness utterly endearing, by the way. Now he's going to try and hide the smile on his face in your own skin --

-- right before he's reaching out to urge your legs apart a little more. He'll match that silent request with a kiss right in your inner thigh.

It's so nice to finally see all of you, Joshua LaRue.]

[larue]

[ What you'll hear next, even if you've barely touched him, is the half-laugh, half-choked out breath before Josh turns his face into one of your pillows, one hand on the other side of it, because his face feels flushed, the room has suddenly become hotter and his thoughts of your mouth on him are so vivid it's making his pulse spike.

Forgive him. This is so very new. This is also you. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[He has no problem at all with introducing you to new things, especially if they happen to be as pleasant as this - he does, after all, firmly believe that he can make it worth your while.

Since you're not really looking at him now, you're just going to feel the slow, almost reverent trail of kisses he leaves, leading away from your inner thigh and heading right between your legs. Then he's taking the tip of you into his mouth.

Just that first, to measure your reaction and let you set the pace.]

[larue]

[ It takes a monumental effort for him to keep his hips where they are, because the trail your mouth had tracked had prompted a hiss, a shift of his shoulders against the sheets, the press of his head against that mattress.

When your lips close over him, that is the sound of him swallowing the hum crawling its way out of his throat, and you'll note the way his stomach sucks in and the shallow movement of his chest as he reminds himself to just keep breathing. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[He's feeling all of that, even while he's getting accustomed to the feel of you in his mouth. It's been a while, you know.

Still: it doesn't take him too long, and the first signal that he's ready comes in the form of him moving down, to begin to cover the rest of you with his mouth and let his tongue slide over your length.

Yes, this may be his attempt at finding ways to make you make new sounds for him to listen to, and dissect every shade of them as he will.]

[larue]

[ He's watching you now, fingers threading through the softness of your hair, the pads kneading encouragingly over your scalp even as his hips shift beneath you.

He's also worrying at his bottom lip, the breaths that escape him loud in the silence of the room as one leg comes up to offer him a different option ( his heel, digging into the mattress ) to moving his hips up.

[icarusalsoflew]

[Perhaps you'll find the sight of him a little mesmerizing with how rhythmic the bob of his head is between your legs as he takes the full length of you in with each slow, perfect stroke. You may also feel how your touch makes him tremble, and note, perhaps, the slight flush in his cheeks.

This thrills him, being able to do this to you, and be with you this way. That much becomes more obvious later, in the times he pauses to catch his breath, and in the low sounds he starts to make in his throat, against your cock.]

[larue]

[ He would, if he could.keep his eyes open the entire time. As it is the wet heat of your mouth wrapped around him is all he can focus on, all he can think about as he writhes against those sheets. His hands have fallen away, fingers curling against the bed as he tries to keep the sounds he's making as you get him off down.

He's never been with anyone before, and he can't picture being with anyone else, beautiful and perfect as you are to him.

Your name is a whisper on his lips now, the syllables of your name a plea on his tongue because goddamn please he feels like he's coming apart and you're so far away as much as you are near. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[And the way you say his name goes straight through him, just enough to start to compromise the grip that he has on his control - what little there remains, anyway.

This is ultimately why he pulls back, with a look on his face that is nearly as vulnerable as he had been earlier, when the two of you had been taking. It's more full of you than anything else, though, and hell: he can't bring himself to care.

He moves - slowly, because everything has become that much harder to do in the face of need this perfectly consuming - and kisses you full on the mouth in a gesture that only hints at the urgency he feels. His hand has crawled back down there, to palm at your length.]

Please put this inside of me. [His words are weighted with desire.] I want to give you everything.

[larue]

[ To see you like this, to hear you say that and then feel the familiar weight of your hand on him all over again nearly undoes him.

He's kissing you again, with a force of desire that surprises himself because he wants to tell you you've got it wrong, you've already given me so much, let me be the one to give back this time. ] Yes, [ that is murmured breathlessly against your mouth. ] Okay. [ That is said between several more kisses as he draws you right up against him even if his mind is whirling over how to make this work. ]

Tell me how. [ He's so utterly gone on you, so caught up in your eyes and that look and how you make him feel. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[There's a soft laugh over your lips at that, and it shudders a little more than it should.]

That depends on how "safe" you want this first time to be.

[As if there is anything safe about a situation like this, with two people so utterly involved with each other, it's terrible. But you get his drift, he hopes.]

[larue]

[ Lifting a hand now to brush the hair from your eyes so that he can look into them without obstruction. ]

I don't want to hurt you. [ There's an underlying promise at that: I never, ever want to. And the way he says those words is quiet and tender and nervous and maybe even a little bit afraid.

This is the closest you two have ever been. This is him stepping into your space just as you are welcomed into his. It kind of shakes him to the core. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[He leans into your touch briefly, because if he lingers any more with the way contact with you makes his skin hum... well.]

And you won't.

[He snags your fingers with just the tips of his teeth - a light and playful nip - before he's moving away from you just long enough to fetch the lubricant.

Kissing you, before pressing it into your palm.]

You'll need to loosen me up with your fingers before you come in. This'll help.

[larue]

[ There's a moment of hesitation before he's bridging the distance between their mouths and pressing his chest up against Hikaru's own. Pushing the Blade King down now, so that he can cover the younger man's body with his own -- and then tracking a path down from throat to chest to belly even as he murmurs. ]

What kind is this?

[ He means the lube. Why he's asking though... well. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Distracting as your lips are on his body, he nearly misses the fact that you're asking him a question.]

Shall I send you reference links after this?

[Low, amused, and very obviously an attempt at staying in control of himself. (It's not quite working out for him.)]

[larue]

[ He's going to nip at the spot right beneath your navel for that. ]

I'm being serious. Will is it the kind that is not supposed to get anywhere near my mouth?

[ Watching you now, and waiting. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[That gesture, of course, solicits a soft, breathless chuckle --

-- and he's going to try not to think too hard about why you're asking him that.]

It isn't.

[He wants you so fucking much right now.]

[larue]

[ And with that he's smiling back into your skin, the way he's touching you tentative as he moves lower and lower to carefully take you into his mouth.

While he's doing that, he's squeezing out a generous amount of that lubricant onto his palm and curling his fingers into his palm so that he can coat them with it. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[You'll feel it, then: the way he quivers beneath you, the way his breath draws in a little shorter and weaker the further you go down. And you'll feel just as much you'll hear the cut-off curse that touches the air the moment your mouth starts to wrap around him.

Most of his body pretty much melts into the sheets at that point, but his hips are lifting before he can even think of stopping them. Really: he should have more control than this. But this is you, and this small start is more than enough to get the rest of him going in breathless anticipation of whatever's going to come next.]

[larue]

[ It surprises Josh, how much he's enjoying this. There is a part of him that should feel awkward because he's never been intimate with anyone else, had admittedly never looked for this kind of intimacy in the past. He'd had interested parties look his way but his priorities had been directed to specific people and there had just never been enough interest or enough room for the idea of a romantic and sexual relationship with another individual.

The way you are moving against his mouth though, the sounds you're making, the manner by which your control appears to be falling to shreds -- it makes him daring, makes him needy with want and so game to try and experiment.

As such, his tongue is rubbing against the underside of Hikaru's cock and he tries to take the Blade King deeper. His lube-slicked finger is also testing that opening -- careful and cautious because he's fearful of causing this one any undue pain. So, yes: that is the gentle test of him at that entrance, and he pauses when he gets the tip inside as he feels what translates to him as natural resistance closing around his digit. ]