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

[ 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.]

[ There's a sharp intake of breath from his end, when you push up and capture his lips with yours. One hand is coming off the bed to cup the side of your face as he rolls slightly to the side.

His heart rate's spike a little since you did that, by the way. Perhaps you'll remember that night a little over a week ago, in his room in the Tower. ]

You do that. [ That's coming out a little breathless. ] But I'm still going to take my time with you.

[He remembers, of course. He remembers everything, and in situations like this? It's hard to say whether it makes everything better or that much worse.]

I hate you a little right now.

[Says the man who's letting his hands skim down the length of your body before snagging along the waistband of your pants. If there are no protests, sir, he's going to pull those pasts all the way down now.]

[ He is trying ( and failing ) at not smiling as he watches you do just that and then he's going to push himself up so that he can catch you by the chin and kiss you again. ]

You keep telling yourself that.

[ Is he returning the favor and sliding his hands into the back pockets of those pants of yours before he's undressing you? Yes. He also couldn't resist allowing himself the opportunity to squeeze your rather fine ass.

Forehead to yours now: ] Promise, I'll make it worth the wait.

[Did you really have to do that? Having your hands down there is just an incredibly uncomfortable reminder of what you're not quite doing to him right now on top of what you are doing.

No words: just your boy kissing you again, and trying to draw in close like his body's already starved for your touch, or simply the feel of your skin on his.]

[ He'll rid you of those pants ( and anything else that's honestly in the way of bringing his body close to yours ) and kiss you back like breathing only works if it's the air that you give him. Those are his hands memorizing the shape of your torso, before he moves his arms so that one catches you firmly by the waist and the other curls around your shoulder.

His fingers have curled against your scalp, and he's back to giving due attention to your neck. The temptation to mark you right where your jaw slopes into your neck, is strong, but he resists and moves his lips so that he can suck on the flesh of your shoulder instead. ]

[There's a whimper bruising the air, and a shiver underneath your fingers. The movement of your mouth/tongue on his skin is torturous, given how much you've already worked him up.

It's starting to get difficult to do anything but react to whatever you choose to give him now. He's wound up too tight; his hands have already fallen away from your body, and those fingers of his have curled up tight in the sheets.]

[ Your hands falling away only prompts him to suck harder on your flesh. He's also sitting back against the bed, body inclined at an angle and letting his hands drift down so that he can catch the backs kf your thighs to sit you down astride the lower half of his stomach.

He does that on purpose, by the way, put his cock close enough to where you want him: pressed right up against the valley of your ass cheeks.

He's catching your chin now, and tilting your gaze back to his. ]

[There's no resistance at all; instead, you'll feel how he trembles in your grip out of sheer anticipation.]

Fuck me.

[And those words don't have nearly as much force as they should; the statement's closer to a whine, like he's only a few steps away from begging. Can you really blame him, though? You're so damned close to him, but you're not there yet.]

[ He draws you in, slants his lips over yours as his hands follow the line of your arms to grip you by the elbows. ]

Not yet. [ That's whispered as he shifts his hips beneath you, as he nibbled on your lower lip yet again. ]

Let me enjoy you like this for a bit.

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