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

[ And he's going to end up absently bite down on his lower lips as he watches you, before he leans in to drop another kiss on your chest.

Excuse him, while he moves a little lower, those lips of his tracking a line down the center of your stomach. He's been wanting an opportunity to try this, but it used to be a little hard to remember that he wanted it when your hands would be so clever pretty much everywhere.

Is your boy nipping around your navel? Yep. ]

[ You'll hear as much as feel that little hitch in his lungs, and how it makes him quiver beneath your lips and teeth.

The pleasure's building again, quicker than earlier and melding with the feel of the belt digging into his wrists. That might explain the whimper that leaves his lips, and the knee-jerk resistance written in how his knees are trying to press together, as if his body cannot, for the moment, handle all of the attention that you're giving it.

It's not that he doesn't want this, Josh. It's that feeling this good tends to make him lose it, and that ingrained sense of control of his always trips him up when you push him this far. ]

[ His eyes are going to turn back to your face when he feels your knees press inward, when he catches that whimper on his ears.

Open-mouthed kisses now to hide the smile, right over that spot. And his tongue? Well, you're likely feeling the gentle flick of the tip over your navel, even as his grip around you tightens and the way he's stroking you slows. ]

[ There's another whimper, and a toss of his head against the pillows as the rest of him is squirming underneath your ministrations. The look on his face is breaking again as another wave of pleasure/discomfort washes over him. ]

Josh...

[ And then the rest of his voice tapers out into a whine. His cock is twitching in your grip, and already leaking with precum. And his knees are still trying to lock together. The slight tremor in his arms might indicate that he'd try to user them to hide away further, if he could. ]

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Mm. [ That's a soft sound of acknowledgement just as he starts grazing tender little bites on the flesh right beneath your navel. He's veered a little to one side, because he feels you hard and hot in his hand and has taken to tracing the tip of you with two fingers.

He'll start sucking on your flesh now, hard enough to bruise, and in motions that mimic how he was sucking you off earlier. ]

[ He's watching all of this with so much helpless and desperation that its probably a little heartbreaking - or, perhaps for you, incredibly thrilling. He's trembling right down to his lips and the tips of his fingers and toes; each breath he draws in ends in a tiny sob.

The pace you're going at now is doing nothing but keeping him teetering right on the edge of a possible release. That does mean, of course, that everything, for him, is sweat-slicked skin, heat, the motions of your fingers and mouth.

He so badly needs to cum, but you're not getting him there yet, are you? Not until you've decided that you're done. You're terribly, horribly thorough that way. ]

[ Have a gentle and loving squeeze now, as he traces the vein along the underside of your cock with his thumb. His tongue is lapping quietly over that bruise and he's studying it for a moment, so much so that the way he's palming you in his hand seems like such an absent gesture.

The way you've been trembling beneath him, and the way your knees have been locking on either side of him has given him an idea.

A quick kiss now, before he moves away. ] Hold that thought for me, won't you?

[ Now where'd those ties go... ]

[ Does he have to? He was just starting to think that if he focused enough on feeling through what you were doing to him, he might be able to get a little bit of relief.

He's shutting his eyes now, swallowing, trying to breathe. It feels hot and constricting in this room now, and in his own skin. ]

[ He won't take very long, if anything, he's reaching for the ties and holding one in each hand. There's a faint crease between his brows as he looks from one to the other and finally decides on the wider of the two.

Crawling back over you now and bracing his hands on either side of your torso, mouth slanting over yours as he breathes softly over your lips: ] Close your eyes and think of me?

[ It's a line that's cheesy as hell. But you told him anything he wanted, right? ]

[ And he can't help but watch your every move, all the way up until you're hovering over him yet again, and kissing him. When you've got him worked up like this, you're the one thing that can get him to relax, and - ironically - push him closer to the edge after each little crest.

There's an amused noise in the air between you both at your words, but he's obeying you nonetheless. The cadence of his breathing is still heavy with anticipation.

What a sight he must make in this moment: eyes shut, lips parted, limbs threaded with the tension of too much pleasure beneath the skin, cock hot and hard for you. ]

[ He's going to take in the look of you for a moment, eyes following the lines and curves that make up your face, the way your lashes seem to rest right above the apples of your cheeks and the way you're breathing. He'll brush his lips over your brow then, before he shifts so that he sits lightly over your thighs.

He'll bring that tie up now, press it flat over your eyes before he guides your head so that your chin comes close to your chest as he secures the makeshift blindfold past your ears and along the base of your head. ]

[ You doing that means that for a few moments, you're close enough to hear the way the air in his lungs hitches just so before they fall back into that rhythm that betrays the breadth and depth of his want - his need - for you.

He doesn't squirm, at least not too much. He's familiar with how it'll feel like, being fucked while not being able to see and not really being able to move. It actually turns him on even more because it inevitably throws him off of his game --

-- but you knew that already, didn't you? ]

[ He'll confess that he's relieved that with you blindfolded like this you won't see the brief moment that he's second-guessing himself because to him you look incredibly calm, and while he had a pretty solid idea that this was something you'd like -- it's intimidating.

He's forgetting though, for the moment, that you don't need sight to be able to tell that something's making him pause just a little longer than it should; his heart skipped a beat there and it's not quite settled back to normal. He was also holding his breath long enough for you to pick up on the fact that he wasn't breathing for a fraction of a second. ]

[ There is the tiniest upward curve of your boy's lips once he's catching that. Times like this really do drive home the point that you're still so young in so many ways, yet you always strive to be incredibly careful with the things - the people - that matter to you.

It was perfectly normal for a boy like yourself to hesitate. You haven't been told that nearly enough, it seems. ]

Kiss me?

[ Let him show you that it's all right. ]

[ He'll do just that, and if he holds back for a moment before he gives himself over to the dance of your mouths, it's only because he's feeling plenty overwhelmed. ]

I love you, [ those are his hands drifting up your torso now. ] I love you so much.

[ The way he's saying those words will betray just how he feels like they fall short of how you've crawled under his skin, seeped into his blood.

He's touching you again, the skim of his palms and the way his fingers ghost over you trembling with care. You're so precious to him. He only wishes he knew better how to express just how much. ]

[ He is at home underneath the weight of your body, and it is your hands that hold him together. Maybe that will become obvious to you, in the way that he kisses back and how he moves in your grip. ]

I love you too.

[ You're his; he's yours. There is no other place that he'd rather be right now but on this bed, gradually becoming the skin and nerves and muscle you're weaving yourself into, only too content with losing breath and losing control in the process of yielding to you. ]

[ That's a nip over your mouth as he catches your bottom lip lightly between his teeth. He palms your cock and moves his hand downward, cupping you by the balls before he lets his fingers slip along he patch of skin beneath that and closer to your entrance. ]

I should have gotten the lube. [ That's whispered in a breathless, near-pout of a whine as his mouth moves to the space right beneath your ear, his hips shifting to that he's pressed up -- hard, hot, needy -- against your hip.

He wants you now. But he can't bring himself to leave you. ]

[ It may feel a bit like he's going to shudder himself apart from the way he trembles at your ministrations, and how he strains just so against the belt keeping him fixed in place. At your words, though: ]

I can fix that for the both of us.

[ Excuse him if it took a while for him to get that out. Still, you have to give him some credit for being able to port that tube conveniently within your reach while being this hot and bothered was a feat. ]

[ There's a breath as he breaks off in surprise when he feels the tube come to rest against the back of the hand he's got braced on the mattress, and a sigh that is equal parts relief and wonder when he realizes what you just did.

Let him show his appreciation by worshipping your body with his mouth: he'll track kisses over your chest and close his lips over your nipple all over again as his body shifts to balance out his weight. You'll hear the distinct pop of that cap and the familiar sound of him squeezing out a generous amount of that lubricant over his palm -- so much that some of it drips onto your cock and crotch.

He's going to slick himself up and then proceed to feel you up, right where he wants to take you. ]

[ Familiar, as he is, with how things go down whenever he's spread out and at another man's disposal, the actual experience of it always gets to him. It's overwhelming, really, not being able to entirely predict where those lips will go, and experiencing them in a totally different way simply because he can't see them for himself. There is, as well, the fact that a body will inevitably attempt to adjust to the loss by relying only too much on what its other senses can provide.

You know your boy: he's a sensual creature. As such, your efforts are going to be rewarded with the way how it seems like, with the way you touch him like that, it's almost as if you've stroked the entirety of his body.

The plea for you to push even further is wordless. It's all sound and heat and shivering skin, a perpetual lack of breath tapered by a whine. ]

[ He's biting down on his lower lip before he's kissing the planes of your stomach all over again. You've been together like this enough times for him to know that he doesn't need to hesitate too much, worrying over any possible discomfort outside of the one that goes hand in hand with pleasure. As such, he's tracing the crack of your ass and then moving his hand so he can gently ease a finger into your asshole, thumb pressing against your flesh as he does so.

And while he's doing that, he'll take you back in his mouth: all warm breath and hot lips and the desire to please you as best as he can. ]

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[ That makes him cry out, and the rest of him seems to react in pieces that all move at generally the same time: his hands clenching into tight fists, his hips straining to bring his cock deeper into your mouth, his stomach caving, his knees locking, his toes curling into the sheets, and his insides immediately pressing up against your finger.

It's almost like he can hardly breathe at all in the moments that follow, because he's too hot and too lost and too wound up in his own skin. ]

[ It's both humbling and thrilling you know, the fact that you respond and react this way. You are his first lover and, as far as he is concerned, the only one he can picture wanting like this; here, now, always.

His free palm is kneading your upper thigh and the way his fingers are curling over your skin should be indicative of how much he'd like to show you just how full his head's been of you.

When he withdraws from sucking you off, you'll feel the way his lips nip lightly over the head of your cock before topping that off with a kiss. ]

Be with me? [ That's whispered softly as he sides a second finger into you. ]

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[ There's another half-sob, half-whimper that leaves your boy's lips the moment you withdraw, because he's right on the brink of teetering over and any distance between the two of you at this moment - no matter how short - is torture. That your stretching him out even more is just reminding him of how much he wants to feel your dick buried inside of him, right where it belongs. ]

Yes. Always.

[ That's a promise he intends to keep. You fit so well with him in ways that he had not imagined at first, but could no longer see himself without. ]

[ That's all he needs, really, before he's curling his free hand over your cock so that he can work you up while he busies his fingers with stretching you out.

When he gets you close to that edge, he'll ease his fingers back out and allow himself to crawl all over your body -- mouth is fastened back on your neck, the better to hide his face and muffle that quiet whine that escapes him as he guides himself inside of you. ]

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