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

[icarusalsoflew]

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[icarusalsoflew]

[ 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. ]

[larue]

[ 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. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ 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. ]

[larue]

[ 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. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ 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. ]

[larue]

[ 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. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ 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. ]

[larue]

[ 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. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ 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. ]

[larue]

[ 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. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ 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. ]

[larue]

[ 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. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ You'll hear the trembling moan that leaves his lips right up against your ear, and you'll feel it along with the way his legs wrap about your torso, urging you closer even if you breaching him is steadily ruining him.

Those hands of his are no longer clenched. His fingers are grasping helplessly for purchase in the air, because the entirety of him is losing strength. You make him weak in the best possible way. You take him apart in precisely the fashion that he needs you to. ]