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

[ 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. ]

Edited 2015-02-11 14:33 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[ He finds himself curling his fingers around the base of your neck, leaning in close while his other hand's fingers trace the crack of your ass before it's replaced with his cock rubbing up against you. Have a love-nip on the shell of your ear, Hikaru, accompanied by a low frustrated sound. ]

We don't have lube.

[ This is going to be a problem. He should probably start keeping a bottle in his pack. ]

[ Right.

Give him a moment. It's really hard to get enough of himself together in order to think about this and come up with a possible solution. ]

There... there might be some in the drawers?

[ This is Ys, after all. ]

Don't move. [ He presses his nose into your skin right before he pushes off the bed to rummage around. You're free to watch just how getting interrupted like this when he wants you affects him: the tension along the shoulders, how each drawer that doesn't yield what he wants makes him a little bit more impatient--

--yeah, he'll check the bathroom. Okay. There.

Marching back now with a pinched look to his face before he covers you and drops the lube onto the mattress, mouth fastening onto your neck. ]

I will never understand this place, but at least they come well-stocked.

[ That's muttered as one hand massages the small of your back, his breath warm right by your ear. He manages to squeeze out a generous amount enough of the lubricant onto his free hand, stray drops of that gel falling on your ass as he feels you up. ]

Mmn...

[ That was, of course, less of a response to your words and more a response to what you're doing to him. He's rocking back against your hand with the sort of urgency that only ever comes about with being so totally turned on.

The more you work him up, the more he shivers and sinks into that mattress, breathing with a little less ease with each passing second. Everything's crashing down on him, making him feel incredibly tiny and trapped and deliciously vulnerable beneath you. ]

[ Have a sigh right by your ear then, one finger breaching you as gently as he can manage, the hand that was rubbing at your back coming around your waist so that he can take you back in his grip. Your cock feels hard and hot cradled in his palm, and he shifts his body, moving mouth from your ear to the middle of your spine where he can press kisses over the ink on your skin.

He has his finger slipped well into you now, feeling around and reaching for that deepest part of you. Excuse the soft sound that escapes him. It's becoming a little difficult for him to not think about how the way you feel around his finger makes him anticipate how you'll feel when he pushes his cock inside of you. ]

[ Maybe the way your boy reacts to all of that will make it even harder for you, because now it is almost like his insides are grasping at that finger you've pushed into him, trying to draw you in. He's also pushing back with a little more urgency, even as the needy whimpers/gasped breaths are getting muffled by the mattress. It is, after all, both too much and not enough all at the same time to have you stretching him out.

The control he has on his own thoughts as slipped completely now, flooding your brain with the near fever hot fantasies that are working your finacee up just as much as your ministrations are. He wants you to fuck him hard, to hold him down/tie him up, to dominate him entirely, to push and push until he's begging for whatever little thing you're willing to give him. It's only in that sort of intensity, at this moment, that he can get taken out of himself, and feel a little less trapped in his skin/his thoughts/this place. ]

[ There is something utterly incredible about knowing that you're wanted -- and just how much. You'll feel the scrape of teeth over the flesh stretched over the muscles along your ribcage, the way his grip tightens around your dick and the press of that one finger before he eases it out and pushes back in, a second joining the first.

There's also a low sound in his throat as his own cock brushes up against the back of your thigh -- hard, hot, wanting.

He keeps this up, feeling you up with firm and decisive strokes as he lets his fingers fuck your ass, the occasional nip along hip and spine shifting to his mouth pressing firmly against the nape of your neck when he stretches you out a little more and carefully slips a third digit in. ]

You're so tight. [ His voice quivers against your skin. His body is aligned with yours now, so much that he only needs to take those fingers away to replace with the length of him which, by the way, you'll probably note is now pressed along one of your inner thighs. ]

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