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

[ The breath that sneaks past the gag will tell you just how much effort he has been putting into being good, into doing as you ask, and following your instructions to the letter. His body bows forward when he spills into your hand, onto those sheets, and it's accompanied by a sound unlike anything you've ever felt from him before: raw and helpless, a clear enough indicator of how you're breaking him down so well.

Watching all this go down and being unable to look away has become as much a part of the high as the experience itself. Seeing you so... the only word that comes to mind is 'savage' -- in your lust for him is world-shaking. ]

[ His grip loosens when you finally start to break, but he never ceases his movements, stroking you in a far gentler, more encouraging fashion all the way until you're spend. Of course he does not care that his skin is sticky and glistening with your cum. If earlier this evening wasn't any indicator, your previous liaisons should have made it how much he loves tasting you (and showing you how much he enjoys it) obvious.

He cuts the link at that moment, withdrawing from your mind with another caress over your brain. Now you're going to be left to sag against his body and listen to the collection of small sounds he makes: the rustle of the bedsheets beneath you both, his breathing and how it is low and heavy out of real need for you, him licking his hand clean --

-- up to a point, anyway. A few heartbeats after that, you're going to feel his fingers drag over your outstretched lips, pushing just past the edges of the ball gag in order to let you taste a bit of yourself on his skin. Once his fingers have withdrawn though: ]

Do you want me to fuck you now?

Edited 2015-03-05 05:14 (UTC)

[ It feels good to lean back against your warmth, even as the aftershocks go through him, humming deep under his skin as your hand guides him to the very end of his release. He can't see again; it makes the room feel so much larger than he remembers it being last, and the sounds more pronounced in his ears.

It's hard to breathe still, though his mouth has relaxed around that gag, having gotten used to it's presence. When you move your finger over his lips he can't help but try to open his mouth further, his tongue pressed against the curve of the ball as he sucks in air in an attempt to taste what you offer. If there's something akin to a whimper, it registers only distantly, because the scent of sweat, of sex, of himself and of you is something he takes in with each inhale.

He feels too weak to nod back, so he slumps against you and turns his cheek into your chest. That is a 'please, yes, whatever you want' if ever there was one. ]

[ He finds that response so endearing that it's enough to make him move his hand away from your neck, albeit briefly, to hold your head against his heart and kiss your forehead, the top of your hair.

After that, his hands are moving down, arms wrapping around your torso in order to effortlessly lift you up and unto his lap. You're going to feel not just the heat of his crotch now pressed close to your ass, but the way his legs shift let you straddle him a little better while you're leaning back against him, as if he's making it a point to envelop you with as much of his presence as possible.

There is about a minute or so of silence from your lover's end (although it probably feels longer to you), punctuated only by the sound of that familiar bottle getting undone, and the sensation of a bit more oil going on this one's hands and on between your legs, over your length and balls, dripping down further close to your ass until it stains the sheets. It will feel cold again, but only for a moment: once it has seeped through, it'll just heat you up even more. ]

Relax and let me in.

[ He doesn't wait too long for you to steady yourself before he's pressing two fingers back into your ass. In any other circumstance, this might hurt, or at least feel very uncomfortable. Given the state that you're in, though, and the fact that he's lubed you up yet again... ]

[ His head bows again as you press into him; as his body welcomes your fingers with more ease than the first time around. You see, there's fire under his skin and deep inside where you're touching him -- there's no resistance this time around.

It doesn't help that you're so terribly close where he needs you and so painfully far away.

He's tightening his mouth around the gag now, swallowing the urge to sob into the air. You'll see it in the way his shoulders shake, in the flex of muscles along the planes of his back and the line of his arms. ]

[ He notices your efforts, of course, and they don't fail to amuse him. ]

You shouldn't hold back, you know. You're pretty wound up as it is.

[ Which would be his fault, but he isn't about to make it any easier on you. In fact, he's flexing his fingers against our inner walls, and doesn't leave you much time to re-acclimatize to how it must feel to be fucked by somebody else before he's inserting a third finger into you. Then he keeps them as they are, so that he might feel the way that you tremble around him. ]

I want to see if I can make you cum again just with my hand.

[ You're welcome to try and protest. He might just take your feelings into consideration. ]

[ That you put a third finger in earns you a cry from this one's lips and him curling in on himself as much as he can with those restraints still in place. You're treading that fine line between pleasure and pain, but the certainty in your voice is a surprising anchor. It probably shouldn't be though, since you taking him out of his comfort zone and dropping him right in the middle of something that's overwhelmingly new prompts him to cling to the belief that he can trust you with his body no matter what.

Perhaps it's the oil, because the heat inside his skin seems to make everything blur, bound and blindfolded as he is. The way you stretch him out feels like that awful, beautiful kind of good that he hadn't thought was possible at all. ]

[ And he watches all of this quietly, content with feeling through the way that you writhe against him/around him, listening to the shades of pleasure/discomfort/almost-pain in your voice, noting the small shifts and signatures within your scent now that he's pushed you even further than he did earlier.

His free hand is wrapping around your torso again, and massaging your stomach. ]

I've got you.

[ In fact, he pushes a little further into you nice, slow, deep and easy all the way until his knuckles, and withdraws at exactly the same pace. There's no need to rush something like this, at least not until you're cresting towards another high beneath his hands. ]

[ You'll feel then, how tight the muscles in his stomach are, how his belly is caving in response to how you're stretching him out. The fingers of both his hands are fists now, the knuckles on either possibly going white from the strain.

The ache between his legs makes him shudder, he can feel the way he swells and what he can only distantly register as the trickle of precum; a sign of how worked up you've gotten him in so short a span of time.

Have an exhaled sob behind that gag now, because he had barely recovered from the first round when you proceeded to bind him up and now that he's robbed of sight, of speech, and have your fingers deep inside of him, it's become so much harder to breathe. ]

[ Here: let him kiss the quivering skin of your neck, ear and face as he shifts his free hand over your cock. He'll work you up the same way that he's pushing his fingers in and out of you, and also shifting his hips to help you move with him. ]

You're so goddamned beautiful, love, I really can't help myself. I'm going to fuck you senseless.

[ He will keep you close and keep at all of this until you start to come to pieces between his hands all over again, because he doesn't need to put himself into you to get a high out of how you are with him right now.

That is not to say that it isn't going to happen, of course. He knows how much you like it when he rides you. He plans on turning things around in that direction very soon. ]

[ Your voice and your words are like the promise of light in the dark ocean of desire that is taking him under. The feel of your hand on him, the press of your fingers in him, and the way you've decided to move with him sends a shudder of pleasure that both gives and takes.

Those fists his hands were are now lax, his fingers pressing into what he can get of your skin as she sobs quiver past ever pore of his being. He's no longer resisting and he can feel, in that moment, how you sweep him along like a wave, dragging him under. While this is similar to the first time you took him, you'll feel the difference in the way he's giving over even more, so that each lance of pleasure cuts as much as it soothes, burns hot and long and glorious.

It won't be long now, love. You've brought him down and pushed him higher towards utter surrender that he's ripe and yours for the picking. ]

[ He drags it out, then, all the way until you're just a few steps from tumbling. Then he's kissing your neck as he's pulling his fingers out, and shifting his hands unto your hips. You'll feel the way he guides you right down to his cock, which is hard and erect and aching to bury itself inside of you.

From a little below, as you're sinking down unto your boy, you're going to feel the way he shudders, and hear how he lets out a deep, satisfied sound that's somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a laugh of relief.

That would be your fault. He wasn't mincing words when he called you goddamned beautiful.

He pushes into you slowly, just like how he had been fucking you moments earlier with his fingers, and a new tremor wracks his body once he's hit your prostrate yet again with the tip of his dick.

All it takes is a heartbeat and an ironclad resolve to bring enough of himself together to see this through in order for your boy to focus, and start to fuck you, dictating the pace for you both with the buck of his hips and the grip of his hands. ]

[ It's like there's a switch in his head that clicks, because just when he thinks that he's going to fall, that he's slipping off that edge again and this time you're nowhere to be found, you make good on your promise and catch him. You're filling him up and pushing deep, so much that he's gasping as you bury yourself in his skin to touch that part of him that sends a new crest of pleasure through his bloodstream.

Inhibited as he is by the cuffs and the bindings, he's moving against you, meeting you thrust for thrust as best as he can, all shuddering limbs and sweat-drenched skin. Lead and he will follow, because how could he do otherwise? He loves you with every inch of himself and perhaps it's selfish, how he never wants to let you go, and how never wants to be left behind.

His head is bowed as he presses down against you, letting himself close around you as if you draw you further and further in. Your name is an echo in his mind, his teeth so tight around that gag his jaw is a tense line even as his hips buck with a lack of care for finesse. ]

[ You're giving back as much as you possibly can, and you're letting him take you the way that he wants to. Those revelations, in themselves, are thrilling and humbling all in the same breath, so much so that they send a wave of pleasure through this one so forcefully that it nearly threatens to undo him.

He takes this as a cue, then, to thrust into you with a little more force and pry off a bit of the grip he has on his own desperate need to control himself and rein his darkest instincts in just to make sure that he doesn't shatter you completely. This is an assurance that you likely won't, and even if you did, you'll let him piece you back together and still be there for him, no matter what.

The raggedness of his own breath and the desperation of the sounds he's making mirror your own from where you can hear/feel them over your skin as he fucks you harder, burying himself right up to his balls within you/hitting the deepest part of yourself where you'll get the most pleasure from him with each stroke each and every time.

Midway through all of that, in the sex-stained moments of the two of you coming together, you'll hear him gasp, feel him go still, and then feel the way he buries his face into your shoulder and whines as his body gives in, filling you yet again so perfectly with his cum. He's shifted one of his arms to anchor you in place by your chest against his body at this point, because he wants nothing more but to crawl inside and sink skin-first into your bloodstream so that you will never be able to get rid of him.

He loves you. He loves you so much that once upon a time, it made him sorry. ]

[ If only he were free to whisper your name, he would. But he can't and as he's feeling you spill into him you'll hear the low, shuddering sound that escapes him as he spills himself again.

It's not enough, he wants to tell you, perhaps you'll hear that though the haze of desire, want and need that's clouding his brain. Hikaru, please, for the love of everything, it's not enough, and he's held fast by the ropes you've chosen to bind him with even if he needs you so badly.

At about the time you're curling around him, he's leaning back into you, fingers curling over your flesh in the only way he knows now how to beg. Take him however you want to, rend him apart if you wish, there's nothing he can think of that you can do that could possibly make him turn from you now.

The blindfold around his eyes is damp, and he's completely sure it's not just from the sweat that's slicked his skin. He doesn't know if you're watching, but he's shifting his body towards you, head angled and bowed to where he can feel your breath on his skin. His blood is humming, he hasn't gone completely soft and the ache is enough to tear him apart. ]

[ He is watching; he started to soon after the moment he felt you shift against him, and heard that particular note underscoring your voice, made strange as it has been by the fact that he's gagged you. He can, as well, feel the way you tremble over his body.

Maybe, given how raw you are, you'll feel the way he smiles against your cheek. Either way, you'll certainly feel the fact that his cock is still deep inside of you, pressing around your insides.

There is his hand now, hovering close to your head, undoing the blindfold, letting it whisk itself away. The gag follows, but he only lets it hang around your neck as if he's not quite sure whether he's done using it on you or not.

Now he'll kiss you, open-mouthed and gentle, as he takes the sight of your face in. ]

You want more.

[ It isn't a question. ]

[ Forgive him, if for a moment he isn't sure how to respond to that kiss because he's too focused on the fact that he can see you again. You might note the puffiness around his eyes, as if somewhere there he'd started crying. The look on his face is just so lost, by the way, as if he's taking this moment to memorize each and every feature, down to wondering at the precise shade of violent that make up your eyes.

When he finally does kiss you, he tilts his face up just enough so that his lips brush over your upper lip. It's only then that he tries to speak, but the most he can manage is an exhaled breath, as the corners of his mouth twitch in an almost half-laugh.

You have, it seems, pushed him well past the point of words and articulation. ]

[ Which is something that your boy finds particularly poignant, together with the fact that he actually drove you to tears.

You're so beautiful like this, it's near unbearable for him.

He's quiet for a few moments after, because he wants to give you just a bit of time to breathe. He also wants to kiss at your cheeks, the corners of your eyes and your eyelids to wipe some of the traces of that away. ]

Let me bring you down.

[ Now he's the one asking for permission. ]

[ It feels so strange for the gag to be gone from his mouth, and his brows knit together as he shuts his eyes, because the room feels both equally bright and dim.

He shivers then, when you ask and he nods, his lips pressing together before he worries on his bottom lip because he's not yet done and he needs you to help with that. ]

[ You'll get a kiss right on the top of your head before he's shifting his limbs and lowering the both of you unto the bed, helping you turn yourself properly so that you're comfortable being flat on your stomach and on your knees in spite of the restraints on your arms and the fact that the spreader bar is still keeping your legs apart.

He could remove those, really, but you look so perfect in them, and it honestly seems as though you've grown accustomed to the way that restraints can make you feel good.

Once you're down, he frames you with his body, caging you over the sheets as he lets his mouth track down familiar places along the nape of your neck, your shoulders, your shoulder blades. He's withdrawing his dick from your body as he does this, not because he's not ready for you, but because he'd like to do more to put you at ease in this new position.

That mainly involves him shifting downward, to mouth along the perfect curves of your ass, and run his tongue down the crack between your butt cheeks. A bit after that, and you'll feel his mouth against your entrance, sucking and licking up the oil and the bit of his own semen that is dripping down from your hole. ]

[ It's such a beautiful play in contrasts: the restraints and the way he's bound, your gentleness as you help him onto that bed. It steals his breath and makes him dizzy, so much so that when you frame his body with your own he trembles beneath you, arching instinctively to the heat of your mouth which ends in a sharp intake of breath and a muffled moan as he turns his face into the sheets.

Pathetic as it might sound, he feels incomplete without you buried inside of him. It's like you've hollowed him out and left him empty by simply moving your body away. Still, you don't leave him waiting long though, because next he knows you're licking around him and taking your fill.

His forehead is pressed into the mattress now, those fingers of his flexing again in response. ]

[ Perfection might not exist, but you come pretty damned close right now. He wasn't fully spent to begin with: now he's getting hard just lavishing attention upon your ass, feeling the way you quiver underneath his body, and occasionally coming up from air to watch you.

Once he's done cleaning up a little bit of the mess he's made, he's moving to drape himself over you much like a blanket or perhaps second skin, and reaching out to curl his hand under your chin and lift your face up to his. ]

I'm going to gag you again, because you won't be able to kiss me while I fuck you anyway.

[ His voice is rough with unattended need and emotion. His words are matched by how he's also reaching underneath your body, and giving your cock a good, full stroke. ]

[ It is probably poetic then, that the gasp that quivers out of him prompts him to part his lips for you, and that he doesn't close his mouth even if the natural inclination to do so is there. His eyes are back on yours now and the look in them in full of want, full of need, and full of you.

Please, yes. Fuck him again. Push him over the edge once more. He's already anticipating the way you'll fit back in him, which is why his stomach has tightened, the muscles beneath his flesh quivering as he does his best not to squirm on the sheets. ]

[ That your reaction is such a marked difference from earlier only stokes up the lust within him all the more. This night is going to stand out among every night that he remembers for the rest of his existence.

There is no kiss this time: he doesn't need to ease you into anything. There is only him tugging the gag back up between your lips and pulling it into place, him shifting, taking you by the neck and pushing the lower half of your body down in order to bring your hips closer up towards him. A brief respite, as he's moving into position, bringing himself solidly between your legs and how they've been so lovingly, conveniently spread apart by your need for him and the restraints he's bound you up in. Then you'll feel his cock nudging against your ass once more, gradually prying you open to welcome him back inside of you.

He did not loosen you up because you're more than ready for him. Everything you've been doing and all of the different shades of your reaction told him as much. ]

[ He does his best to breathe around the gag, and the sound that leaves him is caught perfectly between a sigh and a whine of pleasure when you press in, push close and snug into him. He can feel every inch of you as you sheathe yourself inside even as he shifts over those sheets and sinks further into your bed. You'll no doubt feel the way his body adjusts as best as it can to you, as if to welcome and draw you further inside.

There is no reluctantance now, just a sense of feeling utterly, surreally content. And when he turns his head to the side, its because he needs to see you, even if just a glimpse out of the corner of his eye. ]

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