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

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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.

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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. ]

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[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.)]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

Ah...

[Said resistance doesn't last too long, and from the way Hikaru's fingers and toes curl into the sheets, it's probably obvious to you that you've done good with all of that.

Those hips of his are bucking up a little more now, pushing his cock just so against your tongue and drawing more of your finger inside of him. He's hot, by the way, and gloriously tight. It's been a long time for him.]

[ There's a hum in his throat as you move that way, as a sharp stab of lust goes through him, prompting him to suck you off in earnest, even as he eases his finger in, the tightness of you impossibly warm around that one small part of him.

He's shifting as well, over those sheets, his own cock hard against the fabric covering your mattress, his thoughts turning to the idea of the tight, hot walls of you clamping down hard all around him as he holds you close and buries his face in your skin.

The groan that escapes him is cut-off, because the image is so vivid, especially with how full you feel inside his mouth. ]

[Your proximity is killing him, because in a moment like this, it isn't nearly enough. There's the snippet of a thought, just within the white hot static of too much need.

Been too fucking long. And it's you with him, like this, right now.

...And a part of him wishes that he could turn that thinking part of him off, because he can hear himself whine into the sheets.

You must be rather familiar with that sort of sound coming from him by now, huh?]

[ He is, and it's killing him, because the ache between his legs is becoming next to unbearable and you're not ready yet.

He's pulling back now, eyes fixed on your face as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, a second finger joining the first to stretch you out.

You'll see it: the want in his eyes, the question of Is this okay? even as he feels how tight you are and how soon can't come soon enough.

You'll notice it too -- he's stalling a little. Forgive him, this is all so terribly new and he's a little overwhelmed by the way you look against those sheets, ready for the taking. ]

Mm... keep going. Please.

[It takes a monumental effort, getting his throat to work, dragging those words out past the tightness, the lightheadedness, the heat. It's terrible, really, how one's body starts to betray one's self at times like this.

He can't stop thinking about what will be like to take you inside of himself when your fingers alone are already enough to make him want to crawl out of his skin and beneath yours. That must should be obvious, in the way he watches you (all trembling lips and darkened eyes) and how he sounds (desperate, breathless, completely out of sorts).]

[ And because he can't stand it anymore, he's slipping those digits out of you and crawling all over your body so that he can catch your lips with his own.

Every bit of movement makes his breath hitch and his movements are a little jerky because the length of him is brushing up against you. It feels so ridiculously good, he can't help but roll his hips up against yours. There are also small, chokes, desperate sounds leaving his lips because he wants to ask but doesn't know how and he just needs you. ]

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[That horrible feeling of emptiness that hits him the moment your fingers pull out is thankfully brief, because you're replacing it with the solidity of your presence, your heat, and your mouth on his, lending him a little air to breathe. He responds with fervor, opening his own mouth to yours, subsequently groaning against it when he feels the way your hips move against his, and feels, as well, the hardness of your cock close to his own.

He lets this go until it's proven that it definitely isn't enough, and then he wraps his arms around your neck, to draw up as far as he can and whisper in your ear.]

Come inside already.

[He wants nothing less than everything you want to give him.]

[ And you'll feel him shudder at the feel of your breath in his ear, the solidness of you moving against him.

Shyly, embarrassed, utterly breathless: ]

I... [ don't know how ] ...okay.

[ He feels fumbly and a little unsure even as he skims his hands along the underside of your thighs, guiding them around his waist as if he's trying to figure out how to angle you both the "right way". ]

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