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

Of course.

[ And he's straining up as best as he can against your grip, to say this over your mouth as best as he can: ]

You know how much I love it when you're all rough, decisive and up in my face.

Dammit, Hikaru.

[ He turns you back on your back and covers your body with his own, effectively pinning you against that mattress. His mouth is hungry over yours, all tongue and teeth as his hands follow the shape of your body.

You are so impossible sometimes.

It's a stray thought that he doesn't mean to send your way. ]

[ Making an incredibly pleased noise against your mouth as you kiss him, and opening his mouth up fully in order to let you taste him as much as you like. He's also sinking a bit more into the mattress of the bed that you're currently sharing, and letting his body unfold underneath yours.

Just sometimes? I guess I need to work harder.

This telepathic link can be so convenient. Now he can tease you while he's, ah, occupied. ]

[ Have the nip of teeth on your bottom lip right before he lets his mouth occupy itself on your neck.

His hand has moved to cup you now, because so help him, you are so damn cheeky when it suits you.

You'll also get the very distinct impression of him debating on that promise of 'keeping you quiet' -- except it won't do him much good, will it? Since you're in his head. ]

[ Arching into your touch, and trembling in the wake of how the feel of your hand between his legs sends a near overpowering wave of pleasure over the entirety of him. It was enough, in fact, to make him break away just for a bit from how your lips, and gasp into the air between you both.

Feel free to think on that. He's just going to go back to kissing you with a bit more fervor, and get a little harder in your grip with each passing second. ]

[ Has he ever told you, how the way you come alive beneath his hands is such a heady feeling? He hasn't, but he might as well be doing that now, in the way that your responses, your kisses are only driving him to touch you with a little less finesse and a little more urgency. ]

Next time, [ he murmurs that huskily against your cheek, ] when I say come to bed, can you just come to bed. [ His hand leaves your cock for the moment so that he can tug your pajamas down. ]

[ Chuckling, even as he's obediently shimmying out of those pajamas and kicking them away. ]

But it's more fun to have you make me do that.

[ Topping that off with a nip at your ear. ]

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[ You'll get a wordless sound in response as he catches you by the upper arms and drags you over his lap, mouth pressed to your neck as he smooths his palms down your back.

His thoughts are a mess, but at the center of it all is you. He's leagyes comfortable with your mental connection now than he was at the beginning -- and he had no complaints about it before.

Have a nip to your ear, babe as his hands travel lower. ]

[ And he'll tangle his limbs and the rest of himself up quite nicely in the moments that follow, enjoying the way that you enjoy him, enjoying, as well, how you feel against his own body and how you taste. ]

How ever are we going to make sure that we stay quiet and decent tonight, mm?

[ Murmuring that against the side of your face, a little dry but worlds more strained than the wit of those words should allow. He wants you so very much right now. The roll of his hips and arch of his neck ought to make that obvious enough. ]

[ God, you are perfect. In so many different ways, but perfect nevertheless. ]

That's a come-on if there ever was one.

[ He has you on your back next, hands arranging your limbs around him even as he tracks kosses down your torso, teeth nipping in appreciation at the taste of your skin, warm beneath his.

That's him sucking on the flesh beneath your navel, one palm following the length of your thigh to press your legs around him so much closer. His other hand ghosts fingers along your jaw, over your lips, and his eyes flick up to you once, before he dips lower and presses his face into your lap. ]

[ Each press of your lips and slide of your palm over his skin drives a bit more of the breath out of him. He's sinking into that mattress, eyes hot and hungry as they watch your progress. At this moment, he can't bring himself to look anywhere else. ]

I'd like to think of it as a warning.

[ Embarrassing Kaz was already a treat. Making noise on principle in this house that you happen to share with everyone is not beneath him. ]

Mm. [ That's the response you get as he closes his eyes and licks along the length of you. He rearranges his limbs, one arm slipping beneath your thigh as the other bends to allow him to trace the inside of your thigh. ]

Don't try me.

[ He'll just... occupy himself with getting you off now. He wants your toes curled into the sheets, your hands fisted in his hair. He's always liked the way you sound in bed -- if you get too loud, well. He'll deal with that later. ]

[ Oh God --

That single stroke of your tongue is enough to ruin him already, and that destruction writes itself out in how his hips buck and the way he moans over the sheets. He's trembling even more in the aftermath, and it will certainly seem like his body has started to take a life of its own, one dedicated almost solely to pressing up against yours. Its efforts only increase in the moments that follow, due to the way your mouth and tongue are wrapped oh-so-lovingly around him.

There should be a witty comeback for that. There should be. Maybe... ]

Fuck me.

[ Those aren't exactly words one would use as a comeback, and to add insult to injury? They come out heavy and tight with need. And yes, those are his feet digging their toes just a bit into the mattress. Those are his knees attempting to buckle together, obstructed by the length of your body. Those are his hips rolling up towards your mouth, and that is most definitely his hand threading its fingers up in your hair.

Yes, he's been rather, ah, expressive about how much he's enjoying this. ]

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[ You're rewarded in turn with the low sound of pleasure he makes around you, and the movement of the hand on your thigh upwards, as he cups your balls in his palm. His eyes are peering up at you as he sucks you off in earnest, all the while he's lifting your hips off that mattress by shifting his weight to his knees, your leg still hooked over his shoulder.

It's so convenient that you happen to be incredibly ah, flexible where it concerns the equivalent of bedroom gymnastics.

He's taking a moment to pause his eagerness to suck you off and decides to tease that crease of skin between groin and thigh again. ] So demanding.

[ He's not going to bother hiding the smile. ]

[ You are driving him way up that wall, good sir, and it will be painfully obvious in how his body reacts, heating up even more, assaulted by a fresh wave of pleasure. There is, as well, a whine of frustration breaking free from his lips when he feels and sees just how far your mouth is from where he would very much like it to be.

There are no words after that. He's too busy trying to get his lungs to work right over the heat in his lungs and the fire in his gut. He's also blissfully unaware of how desperate and lost he's starting to look. You do, after all, find it fetching when he blushes this way. ]

[ You are -- and he means this figuratively -- going to be the death of him with how you react to what he does.

That's a playful nip at the side of your cock then, just because he wants to see just how you're going to react. ]

[ The answer to that is written out in a higher, needier whine that's accompanied by the squirm of your boy over those sheets. ]

Please don't tell me that you're thinking of taking your time.

[ It's rather commendable how he still manages to get his tongue to work. ]

[ There is nothing quite like the sound of impatience to make him want to stretch this out all the more.

Now that you mention it.

That, as he's smoothing both hands along the planes of your back in time to the way he enjoys sucking on the side of your cock.

Keep talking, Hikaru. He likes hearing the sound of your voice. ]

[ A frustrated hiss escapes out from behind his lips. Your boy's head is pressing down against the mattress, and his hips are now bucking underneath your weight, trying to push his dick closer to your mouth.

I hate you.

He should... really be able to say that out loud, but. Well. ]

You love me. [ He doesn't bother hiding how smug he feels at getting you to sound like that. His breath is warm over your skin, his hands are coming around to skim the sides of your torso.

He rearranges you a little. He is very much familiar with the way your hips express their own brand of impatience, even when he isn't of a mind to take his sweet time with you. ]

Mm. You look really good, babe.

[ Yes, that is him stalling, murmuring that just close enough to where you've grown hard and clearly attempting to get a rise out of you. ]

[ It's next to impossible for him to breathe right now. The air keeps snagging against the heat in his lungs, in his throat.

Instinctively, since he's starting to feel overwhelmed by the mess of his own emotions brought about by the way you're making him feel, your fiance is turning his gaze away from you, flushed cheek and panting lips pressing against the pillows. His hand has also fallen away from your hair, to join the way his other hand has tangled its fingers up tight in the bedsheets that you've spread him out on. ]

[ No comeback?

He's teasing, gently; even as he dips his head to give due attention to your balls, hand stroking you in full now, pausing just enough on the upstroke so he can trace the tip of your cock with his thumb before guiding his hand down again. ]

Oh god -- !

[ Squirming all the more now, gripping those sheets tighter, rocked by the waves of lust that your everything is crashing over him.

No, LaRue, no comeback here. He is going, going, soon to be gone. ]

[ Perfect. There's a low, satisfied chuckle from deep in his chest as he nips ( yes, with teeth ) at the flesh of your inner thigh.

Turn around. He's already pulled back, shifted his weight back to his knees and is letting your cock go in favor of snatching at your wrists from where they're gripping the sheets.

Forgive him if he's... not as gentle in helping you turn over. He'd like to press you face-down into the mattress and continue subjecting you to his ministrations in a position that'll let him push into you as deep as he can go. ]

[ Oh, but he does love it when you apply a little more force, when you're less restrained in showing the precise effect that he has on you. You might have to forgive him, though, for not being able to move with his usual finesse as he complies with your wishes.

So. There you'll have him in your grip, breathless and hot and hard and quivering due to the sheer force of his need for release, flat on his stomach and on his own knees, ass up in the air and absolutely ready for you. ]

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