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

Ah --

[ That flinch? Definitely your fault. You're going to hear the way he swallows, feel how the tension's winding him up again, see him fighting for calm.

Those are his legs, in the next moment, attempting to frame your body and draw you closer against him. He really can't help himself. ]

[ That's only serving as further encouragement, because his breathing shifts and he's adjusting the way he's positioned over you to better fit against your body.

He's also moved his mouth over your other nipple and is using his tongue to trace circles around it. It's kind of fascinating how it's not as hard a nub as the first he'd lavished attention to -- but that's probably just how a body works, right? ]

God, [ he breathes over your skin ] you're so fucking hot.

[ The rush of your voice over his skin makes him quiver anew, and tug, once again, at his restraints. It's starting to get suffocating, being in his own body.

It's a difficult thing to consider, whether he wants those lips of yours up on his mouth, or if he wants you to keep doing what you're doing. And your hand still seems so damned far away. ]

Josh, [ Your name stutters on his lips, like a small and quivering thing. ] I need you.

[ That's all he ever needs to hear, really, to give in and switch up his plans -- or to stay his course.

He really, really wants you to feel good though, so the only response you'll get is his mouth tracking a path along the dip between your ribs and skimming his hand lower to trace the curve of your balls and tease around your opening.

Teeth scraping over skin now: ] I love you so much, babe.

[ His voice has pitched low and you'll probably catch the little hitch there. ]

[ That elicits another whine and a slight toss of your boy's head against the pillows. The rest of his body is squirming against your lips and your hand, urging you on.

The ache's in his gut now, and the pressure's building up in his brain, gradually rendering him incapable of doing little else but react to whatever you choose to do to him. There's something liberating about that. ]

Love you.

[ There is an edge to that whisper, fervent as it is. You'd recognize it as the kind of desperation one will only experience when one's caught in a situation much like your fiance's. ]

[ And his only response is to guide your cock into his mouth, even as he massages your entrance with his thumb.

While that's going on, he's also spending a little bit of his personal reserves to scan the suite with a moderately-sized Boneyard. Why he's done that, you'll hear soon enough, because as he's busying himself with sucking you off, there's a relieved sigh as he locates the lube tucked away in the drawer of the table to your right.

Forgive him if you distract him so much that he occasionally forgets the things that are a touch necessary when you tangle in bed like this. It would have been the ultimate buzz-kill to have to run down to the nearby drugstore. ]

[ A trembling moan leans his lips the moment you start taking him into your mouth, because the soft, hot warmth of your tongue and lips goes right through him, setting him off even more than he already has been.

Please excuse the way his hips buck, pushing his cock up even more past your lips. It feels so good when you do things like this to him. ]

[ He's turning his full attention to you now, hands roaming over the muscles of your thigh and the planes of your stomach as he lets himself enjoy the way you feel and taste in his mouth. On the occasion that you buck, those are his fingers curling over your hips, pinning you down and keeping you in place. He's familiar now with all the things you like, with the right pressure that gets you going and he's more than happy to make sure to exploit that knowledge to your mutual benefit.

Eventually, he pulls away, lips ghosting kisses over the tip of you as he rubs his palms up and down the length of your leg. ]

Hold on for me? [ In the silence of the room, those whispered words are loud enough. ]

[ And all of that does, indeed, go ways towards setting him off, right down to how you're rather firm in keeping him in place. Sure, nearly every breath he draws in tapers out into a gasp or a moan, but he doesn't go soft at all. And yes, the way he's blushing right now, and starting to sweat from all of the heat and pressure you're building up in him.

There's a small sound of protest at first, but after taking a moment out to catch his breath (it doesn't quite work), he's nodding. ]

[ He lets his fingers squeeze your hip once at that, a gesture of reassurance right before he's shifting off to one side and tugging open that drawer to retrieve the thing that you both need. You'll hear that cap pop, followed shortly by the sound of him squeezing out a liberal amount of that lube onto both hands before he sets it aside and moves back over you to press his lips to yours.

His hand is going to cup you then, wander down to where he'd like to fill you soon. He doesn't rush either, but he'll occupy your mouth in an effort to distract you as he stretches you out. ]

[ And it does the trick for a good, long while, at least until he starts hitting a point where the feel of your mouth and the press of your fingers seem to have become his entire world. That leaves him quivering against and around you, barely capable of kissing back, whimpering underneath your mouth, straining against those ties.

His body has caved underneath your touch. He's hot, now, and lost within his own skin, ready to open up wide and let you come inside of him. ]

[ And what you'll feel next, Hikaru, is the way those fingers gently withdraw; and the way one hand comes to cup your cheek with the sound of his breathing shallow between you both. ]

Let me give you everything that I am?

[ He loves you so much. You're like the sun in his sky. You have been for a while now. ]

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As long as you'll let me do the same.

[ There isn't any other answer that he could possibly give you, beyond the way he looks to you right now. ]

Come inside.

[ The "please" is written out between the words, and in how he sounds. ]

[ His response is in the kiss he offers as he covers your mouth with his, and the press of his palms over your skin as he shifts your legs to spread you wide. When he brings the tip of him to breach you, the weight of his hands over your torso is patient, near-reverent. He's not losing himself in the heat of the moment tonight, or the urgent tangle of limbs that usually happens when the two of you are like this.

Let him show you that coming together is easy as breathing, as natural as his heart beating, as instinctive in the way he fits inside and moves above you. ]

I love you so much. [ That whisper is strained with emotion, and his fingers reach for yours as he sheathes himself fully in your body. ]

[ The sigh that leaves your fiance's body in that moment is pleased and relieved all at once, like the two of you being locked together like this is, indeed, the only thing that truly makes sense to him, that he's gone on for too long without it. Never mind that it hasn't been all that long since the last time. He can't ever get enough of you, nor does he ever want to be too far away from your body.

He's snug and hot and tight all around you now, and his insides are only pressing closer, like he's trying, instinctively, to draw you in and keep you in place in the only real way that he can given how you've brought him down. ]

[ This is how he makes love to you then: each stroke deep and full as his mouth travels to that sweet spot at your neck, the press of his body over yours as he breathes the scent of you in and tastes the salt of your skin on his tongue. The whispered murmurs and the smiles you might feel as his mouth leaves those kisses on your flesh; the pressure of his palms over your own.

There is nothing else, in the moment, outside of the two of you in this room. His attention has narrowed to just you. The way you look, the way you feel, the way you fit so agonizingly perfect against him. And it won't be long until you feel him tremble, as if the force of all that he feels is trying to crawl out from inside of him and hide away in your bones and in your blood, until your name is a prayer that he starts to say over and over again. ]

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