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

[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". ]

[You'll hear, then, a quiet chuckle against the side of your neck before this one's already shifting his limbs and reaching out to guide you down, to where you'll fit perfectly the moment you decide to fuck him.

He doesn't care about the fact that he's your first, that you don't really know what you're doing. As things stand, having the opportunity to be able to share this sort of thing with you is more than he could ask for.

And now he'll kiss your mouth, to settle you down and reassure you that everything's going to be fine.]

[ There is an exhaled gasp against your lips as his hips cant forward into your touch. And then he's breaking off as he presses up against you, one hand falling to palm the curve of your ass to guide you closer.

That is his face buried into your chest the moment he starts to slide himself in and a broken off ] oh, go-- [ when he feels the pressure of you around the tip of him.

Forgive him, when he suddenly has you flat on your back against those sheets and he sheathes himself in you all the way to the hilt -- hot, tight, perfect beyond words. ]

I'm sorry, oh god, Hikaru I didn't-- [ lips over your heart now as he tries to get more oxygen in him. ]

[Your stuttered words match the cadence of his breath, and the way it tapers out into moans of pleasure. There is, of course, the slightest edge of discomfort, a mere shadow over the younger man's face, but he's already adjusting as much as he can to keep himself from trembling apart all around you.

No, he wasn't exactly prepared for how large you are. What does it matter now, though? He wants you so fucking much. Maybe that'll become obvious in how his grip around you tightens, and how he actually hooks a leg around your torso.]

It's... it's okay. [Because it's going to get better from here on, isn't it?] Just go slow first.

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[ There's a smile creeping onto his lips right before he catches your mouth with lips and tongue and the barest hint of teeth. He indulges in that for a good long while as he shift his hips a little because moving too much is making the heat in the pit of his belly curl. His body wants to move but damned if this won't be good for you both.

Breathless now, as he licks that sweet spot at your neck. ] You feel so good.

[If you think that moving for you is difficult, it'd safe to say that every gesture on your part coupled with how deep you are inside of him is torture --

-- and then you had to go and do that. You know he's weak to it.]

It'd be a shame if I didn't, right?

[There's one last attempt at steadying himself, and it only ends up emphasizing how hot and bothered he happens to be right now.]

[ How is it that you know exactly what to say -- and when to say it -- just to get him to relax. As it is, this whole thing is overwhelming for him: the feel of you all around him and beneath him.

Breathing hard now, but struggling for steadiness as he presses kisses along your neck, at the juncture of that and your jaw, teeth gently catching on your ear as his fingers curl over the sheets.

He's pushing himself up now, forearms quivering because every shift only makes him so aware of where the two of you are joined and how tight and hot you are. There's a look on his face that is equal parts helpless and utterly relieved and when he leans in close, the kiss he gives you is tender and hesitant. ]

[Those kisses go a long way in settling him into his skin insofar as he could possibly settle given his rather compromising position. Every breath he draws now is a little more shallow, because the heat in his lungs is building up to be just as worse as the heat twined within his limbs, in his gut. As such, when your lips meet again, he's grateful for the small distraction. It doesn't last long: he needs to come up for air.]

Please fuck me at whatever pace you like, LaRue.

[That is murmured into your ear. Perhaps it is odd that such words could sound... gentle. Pleading.]

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