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

[icarusalsoflew]

Take a prompt, take some time, drop in as you like. If you're from Eudio, though, mosey on down here.

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[larue]

[ That's a smile into your skin right before he pushes himself up and over you, so that he can look down on your face. He's easing himself out of you gently, lips nuzzling your jaw, all nibbling kisses and warm breath.

His hands are seeking yours, fingers intent on tangling themselves with your own as the high levels off. He's not by any long shot, done. Not by far. But he is considerate enough to give you a bit of breathing room -- just a bit. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ A soft "ah" touches the air at you pulling out of him, and it's coupled with the shudder of his body over the mattress. His insides still hum in the wake of your departure: an uncomfortable reminder that he'd very much like you back in him as soon as possible.

Gripping back, lips already seeking yours out through the barrier of what little space there remains between the two of you. ]

[larue]

[ His lips find your lips easy enough. It's really a matter of moving to this familiar dance you've set for yourselves. His mouth is gentle, the motions of the kiss a caress as he takes the taste of you in.

He can't say it enough: you fit so perfectly against him, nevermind if you're over him, straddling his hips or he's pinning you down just like this. You fit. And right now, that's all that matters in all of the world. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ At first, he is grateful for the two of you tapering off for a spell. He's too wound up, and can barely manage to keep his head above water when the simple friction of your skin sliding over his own is enough to drive him up the wall.

A bit after that, though, his kisses are getting urgent, hungrier. He's also making noises of need deep within his throat, and quivering anew underneath your body. You would have also felt the way he has hardened, his cock hot and erect against your own. ]

[larue]

[ It's not so much that he matches you kiss for kiss, more that he lets you have your way with his mouth, passively receiving each bit of hunger, each nip and lick with a steady patient one of his own.

He moves his palm over your chest, down past the firm planes of your stomach, fingers massaging the jut of you hip before he lets his hand slip between your bodies to feel you up.

His own cock has grown large and full and he rocks his hips against yours, feeling the brush of your erection right alongside his dick. ]

Tell me what you need. [ Nothing ever seems quite enough tonight. He wants more, and he's pretty sure you do too. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ He whines against your ear at that, just as his body squirms beneath your own. It takes him a bit to get the words out. ]

More. [ Has he ever sounded this young? Has he ever begged this way? ] I want more.

[ He needs it. He needs you pushing him, driving him on, breaking him apart. And his mind is swimming in too much pleasure for him to hide any of those sentiments from you. ]