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

[Has he ever told you how much he loves the way you do that? Touch him, that is.

Granted, it's not like he's ever bothered hiding his enjoyment before. And you're intelligent enough, aren't you, young man?]

So you intend to be the one keeping me, is it?

[The mirth in his tone and in his eyes, however, is definitely underscored with another feeling entirely.

Sometimes, in moments like this, "love" almost feels like a quaint word to describe what he feels for you.]

[ Consider yourself sat down on that bed with him bending from the waist and catching those lips of yours possessively. God, help him. You taste divine. ] If you have objections, Hikaru, you should have left them on the porch.

[ Has he ever told you that he loves the way you smell right where your jaw angles into your neck? Shame on him.

He's going to pin you to the mattress now and fuck him, maybe that was a mistake ( yes, you've worked him up a lot, he's kind of straining in his jeans. ) ]

Christ— [ fumbling at those buttons now ] —I am not kidding, babe, just get your goddamn shirt off.

[There's a little laugh over your skin and close to your ear. It hitches just as much as his breath has, as a result of all of the little things that you've been doing to him.]

What a mouth you have on yourself tonight, LaRue.

[Saying that as he's twining the fingers of both of his hands between the fingers on both of yours, and dipping in to kiss you as he oh-so-gently moves your hands away from his body. After that's done, he's breaking away from that kiss with a crooked smile, and keeping his gaze right on your face as he obediently unbuttons his shirt.]

I'm doing this on one condition.

[ You torture him for fun. He's pretty damn sure of this. ]

What.

[ Are his eyes a little dark as he's trying ( read: trying ) to focus on your face and not... where... those... hands... are. ]

[You mean the hands that are finally moving back and letting that shirt of his hang wide open, right?

Yeah, you probably do.]

I want you to think of the dirtiest, kinkiest possible things that you could be doing to me tonight, and I want you to do them.

[Saying that with a remarkable professionalism, given the fact that while he's speaking, he's reaching out to undo the button and zipper on your jeans.

Trust in the Blade King to want to be helpful that way, right?]

[ His thought processes have kind of stuttered to a stop, so forgive your boy if he's going to look at you and just... blink.

—What was that again? Right. ]

Um. [ Translation: Okay? ]

[Lifting an eyebrow at you now, as a tiny smirk is crossing his lips.]

Shall I help you with your shirt, or are you going to help me with mine first?

[Let's carry on, shall we?]

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He's going to bring his mouth right up against yours again, even as his palms are moving up your chest to push that shirt aside.

He can multitask, dammit. ]

[And if he's laughing a little into the way that you're kissing him, please don't blame him. You're so cute when you cannot Words, and the situation's even cuter to him when he knows that it's his fault.

So yes, for a brief moment, both of his hands are holding your face before he's moving, letting his palms trace the expanse of your shoulders and skim down over your body, then up, underneath your shirt. The better to let him familiarize himself, once more, with the feel of your skin before he's pulling that shirt off of you.

His lips never stray far from yours the entire time. They only move away, in fact, when they have to.]

[ You'll hear a muffled sound of protest from him when anything ( that damn shirt, for one ) gets in the way of him breathing in the air from your lungs. He's also crawling over you on that bed, as he shrugs the offending article of clothing to who knows where on the floor before he lets his mouth press against your stomach, up your bared chest, tongue sliding over one of your nipples.

He is so happy that you weren't wearing a tank top today because he just might have strangled something ( not you ) if he had to deal with one more goddamn layer before he can get to the skin underneath.

Your boy's pretty aggressive in bed tonight, Hikaru. That's evident in the way he's already got your fly unbuttoned and zipped down, the way he's angling his arm in a way so that he can slip his fingers beneath the waistband of your briefs because he just really, really needs to touch you. ]

[Oh, he noticed, all right. Why do you think he's been watching you this entire time, and why the raggedness of his breathing has been punctuated, now and then, with noises of amusement and - just now - a tiny laugh?

He's not about to lie back, though, and let you simply have his way with him. That much should become obvious in the way he's reaching up to pull your pants down past your hips, and how his legs have shifted, framing you on either side of your body. The better to make sure the two of you continue to stay up close and personal.]

[ He's feeling you up, even as the waistband of your underwear bites into his skin.

He's bending down to nip at the flat planes of your abdomen, down to the patch of skin right beneath your navel as he tugs those briefs down so that he can see the fullness of you. ]

Anything I want? [ He's just checking. ]

[He arches into your touch as his breath gets a little heavy. His lungs are starting to get bogged down by the heat of his own need; something you have taken pains to remind him of, through the way that you've been working him up.]

That's what I said, right?

[Because letting you do what you want to him in bed seems to work out really well for him, like. All the time.]

[ There's a look on his face that simply says '...oh.' Honestly, it's just a little distracting, the way you're reacting to his touch, and the way you sound as you answer him back.

He wants more of that.

So yeah, this is him wrapping his fingers around you and giving the length a firm, upwards squeeze. ]

...Mm.

[That tiny, hitched noise is matched with a shudder and a fluttering of those eyes that you like to watch so much whether you're sitting across of him at the meal table or fucking him over these sheets. This is your boy's face a few steps away from breaking, arranged in that space between relief and almost-discomfort.

Can you blame him, given how the two of you have been since you met up tonight?

Anyway. You're doing that, so he's going to snag the back of your neck with one hand and draw your mouth over his.]

[ He's tracing his thumb over the tip of you as he dips his tongue between your lips to brush it against your own. He'll also shift to fit himself up closer, his free hand braced on that mattress as he rubs himself up against your thigh. ]

Want you, [ he murmurs that softly against your mouth. ] Want you so much.

[The closer you get to him, the more fiercely he kisses you back, and the more pronounced the buck of his hips get. There was another sound, one a little more needy, the moment he felt your cock brushing against his leg.]

Then fuck me.

[There is no 'please'. It's hard to remember that you're supposed to be the one calling the shots when he's thinking about your mouth, your hands, your dick.]

[ Have a smile and a chuckle against that glorious mouth of yours, as his hand works you up a little rougher, a little faster. ]

In a bit, babe.

[ If his tone sounds a little low, a touch smug, it's because seeing you this impatient turns him on.

He'll catch your lower lip between his teeth for a moment, just as he palms the length of you and skims his hand away and up over your belly. And then he's moving that hand over the mattress, his hips shifting over yours so that he can brush himself up against your cock. ]

[You'll get a Look and a whine through your boy's teeth for all of that. By the time he's flat on his back, he's watching you, hot and bothered and completely out of breath.

He needs the airs from your lungs, see. That much might be obvious in how his gaze keeps drifting back to your mouth. Granted, it might also be because taking the rest of you in will only make him even dizzier with need.]

[ You can toss him a Look all you want, Hikaru. This one's just going to grin and then nuzzle your neck, mouth pressing warm kisses right at that spot he knows gets you best. ]

Have I ever told you that I love the way you look at me when we're both in bed like this? [ That's the faint scrap of teeth right along your earlobe as he's rubbing himself up against you, hard and hot. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to shed his pants or yours, even if the way you've pulled them down to the tops of his thighs limits his range of movement. ]

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[And you must love the way you push him beyond the point of desperately turned on frustration too, because he's exhibiting all the signs of that now: his body sinking further into the sheets, his hips jerking up towards yours, the ragged breath in your ear, the way his eyes slid shut like he's trying to steady himself and it just isn't working.]

Like I want you to please stop teasing me and fuck me?

[Excuse the rough edge in his voice. It's only because he really, really hates the fact that he loves what you manage to do to him.]

[ And Josh is, for a moment, hiding his face in your shoulder as he moves his hips rhythmically over yours. His breathing is labored and he's doing his best not to groan into your skin because the ache is building, there where the friction between your bodies is making him tremble with need.

He angles his head so that he can nip at your jaw. ] I thought you said I could do whatever I wanted?

[ It takes him about two tries to get that whole sentence out. When he does though, he's letting his body pin you more into that mattress. ]

[It's a unique sensation, feeling like your own skin's too tight for your own good, and you're burning up in it. Yours is a weight that he'll always welcome, though, if only because eventually? You'll give.

Hopefully.]

Doesn't mean I can't complain.

[But even as he's saying that, his hands are skimming over the curve of your spine, your shoulder blades. He's desperately hard against you, but that seems to be a problem that you both have right now.]

And if I want to take my time with you tonight?

[ That's whispered softly over your lips as he lowers himself over you, his weight bearing down on your body, his forearms braced on either side of your head.

You'll feel him shift beneath your hands, the way his body arches up into your palms, as if every cell in his body is seeking out the warmth of your skin on his. ]

[The distance (or lack thereof) between the two of you is pure torture right now.]

Then I'm going to complain every step of the way.

[And that's why, after (somehow) managing to say that, he's pushing himself up and catching your lips with his own.]

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