icarusalsoflew | Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 27, 2063 || Saturday

[The sound he makes at the contact of your cock against his is a mix of a choked breath and a shuddering sigh. Give him a moment: he has to figure out how to talk over the dryness in his throat. It's back again, together with the heat building up in his gut.

He could spent an inordinate amount of time, it seems, reflecting on the effect you have on him.]

Then take what you will.

[Weakened as he has been by his own desire, it would be impossible for you not to notice how earnest he's being. He means every word, and he wants you to do what you like to him, and for the both of you.

Since you've effectively kept him from reaching out to you, he's settling for shifting in, and bringing his lips back to yours. The kiss he gives you is open-mouthed and gentle, meant more to lure you in than anything else.]

[ He sighs into that kiss, hands coming up to frame your face. ]

Are you sure?

[ Lips gentle over yours as he draws you close. ]

Yes.

[That comes out a touch breathless and incredibly reverent. He's still trying to keep his eyes right on yours, even if his lips look like they want nothing more than to have yours back on them.]

[ There's a faint tremor in this one's hands when you utter that single word of assent and a shift in his eyes when your gaze doesn't so much as move from his.

It's a little jarring, really, realizing that the most powerful ibdividual in the vigil shares your bed, readily hands you control and likes it. It's frightening in its own way, being handed so much and coming to the conclusion as well that the pleasure Hikaru feels over this turns him on immensely.

Hands falling now to your hips, Blade King, and a barely there whisper as he brushes his lips to yours. ]

I... I want your mouth on me.

[There's a smile at that, and a downward turn of his gaze that might have told you, in another setting, that your words and the meaning behind them have hit in a way that's humbling, terrifying, and beautiful all in one breath. Then he's leaning in, and kissing you full on the mouth before moving on to press smaller kisses at the side of your lips, then down your jawline, then your neck.

He'll move lower in a moment. Right now, he seems rather focused on showering you with gentle affection that's oddly in tune with the raw, rough power of the way the two of you just were in bed.]

[ And he's shuddering at that, eyes shutting to a close as he holds that image of you face in his mind.

He's blocking out everything else except for the way your lips feel on his skin. His hands have also fallen to your shoulders and pressing his nose into you hair, inhaling the way that distinct scent that he's come to associate solely with you has mixed in with that of sweat and sex. ]

[This one only speaks after he's kissed the entire length between your lips and the skin just over one of your nipples, with a significant amount of time spent worrying at your collarbone and a notable amount of time spent tracing the circle of said nipple with his tongue. Note: when he does speak, he's turning his gaze back up to your face.]

Lie down?

[Of course, you are more than welcome to do what you like. He'll adjust accordingly.]

[ He does his very best not to grip too hard on the flesh of your shoulders, but the heat of your breath and your lips on his skin, of your tongue on that hardened nub isn't too far from a brand.

There is lust coiling down, deep in his gut, and he shudders as he presses up close to your mouth, with the odd flash of wonder what it would be like if you'd so much as scrape your teeth over that part of his body.

When you finally speak, when your eyes have turned back to his, you'll see how the top row of his teeth have caught on his lower lip, and how there's the faintest hint of a tremor there as he breathes.

He'll obey and lean back, a leg hooking behind your thigh, his hands falling to your waist as his back meets the mattress. You'll also note how he's becoming hard again between his legs, and how the skin on his arms have prickled with gooseflesh; how his hips can't quite keep still. ]

I think of us like this sometimes. [ His voice is soft, hoarse, and strained. ] When I listen to you talk. And last night, while I was watching you eat. [ When you were both at Kibo, sharing the meal delivered by a man who had wanted you and who Josh had been all-too happy to put in his place.

The heel of his foot is kneading gently at your calf now, just as his palms have moved to skim over the front of your thighs. ]

Please don't take this the wrong way... I know there's nothing to be embarrassed about, but it's... it's easier for me to put my mouth on you than to ask you to do the same for me.

[ Yes, this is a confession. Yes, he has Needs and is apparently too shy to articulate them your way. Yes, opening up about this is a touch uncomfortable on his part.

Sometimes, you see, it's so easier to give than to receive. You already know that he never had much before, which is precisely why he works hard, and why while he does have more than he could have even envisioned for himself, all of that was earned. Brennan Pride, you're familiar with it: he was brought up to remember to work hard with a goal in mind, but never to presume that the win is yours; and should it come to you, to be humble about it because the experience is reward all on it's own. ]

I... [ The way his eyes shutter as he breaks eye contact to take in the whole of your body above him is a tell, because at every turn there were always lines between you two that he has thought beyond because he wanted to walk at your side as a friend. But really: how could a newly initiated oni-tsukai presume to ask the Blade King to bend down and pleasure him just so? What right does he, someone so mortal and painfully human, even with the intervention of a geist, ask a relatively immortal god of death to come to his knees and take him into his mouth? You were his teacher once, in multiple senses of the word and you are, in ways, still that.

It's not a lack of self-worth or putting you on a pedestal -- this is just hard. Your exchanges in bed were, in ways, simpler than this.

This? This is complicated and terrifyingly new. So yes, he's a bit frightened. And asking was always so hard anyway. ]

I... I can't.

[ He's going to try to push up fron those sheets now. Taking charge makes so much more sense to him than this. ]

[This one, though, has already settled his body's own weight quite firmly over yours. It's not about keeping you in place: it's an offering. That much will probably be made obvious in the way he listened to you, and the way he looks at you now.]

Josh.

[That's spoken softly, with a smile.]

You can. Practice makes perfect, right?

[Because learning, breaking habits, and making new ones goes both ways regardless of who someone happens to be in comparison to the person they happen to be in love with.]

[ His hand is reaching out at that so that his fingers can drift along the curve of your cheek. Your weight is steadying, your voice reassuring.

There's a look in his eyes in place of a quiet "okay," and his thumb passing over your kiss-bruised lips as he murmurs again: ] I want your mouth on me, Hikaru.

Please.

Edited 2014-05-31 03:08 (UTC)

[The first response you get is this one kissing you full on the mouth, taking just a bit of time out to enjoy your taste and show you, from the way he moves his tongue against yours and from the way his eyes slide shut, what you might end up feeling on the rest of you soon.

After that, he's moving down, letting his lips/tongue/teeth/the hush of his breath trace his progress over your body. When he's finally between your legs, he's taking a moment out to try and steady himself (it doesn't quite work; you'll probably be able to tell, from the way he's blushing, and how his lips tremble) before slowly taking all of you in.]

[ The heat and shape of your mouth around him makes him press his head back against the sheets. His own body is still needy in spite of him fucking you earlier, so it shouldn't be a surprise when his hips rise up in greeting, when a shudder goes through him as the heel of those hands ( this looks startingly familiar, how long has it been since that first tine at Seigi ) press against his forehead.

Not shutting his eyes this time, though. He's watching your head between his legs without so much as faltering. His skin feels feverish right now, and he can also feel the flush creeping around from the back of his neck because the thought comes without warning in his head: how he loves the way your mouth moves and how its not so much you taking him deeper ( which he won'y deny though, he wants that as well ) that is a turn-on, because the truth of the matter is, what he really wants is to fuck that mouth until your violet eyes are turned back up to him.

You'll feel Josh tremble and shift uncomfortably beneath you. You'll also hear the ragged breath that leaves him as he turns his eyes away, jaw clenched and brows furrowed. The muscles along his thighs and his stomach have also gone tight, his body's way of telling you that his mind is having trouble with reconciling himself with darker, and ultimately unfamiliar needs. ]

[The quiet realization that you're watching him brings its own kind of thrill, one that lances straight through his gut. It's enough to make his tongue falter from how it's been sliding over you just once, and draw a small, needy noise from his throat.

Still, he's always and ever aware of every little move that you make, especially in moments like this. That is why he's taking you as slowly and as thoroughly as he can manage, trying to coax you into setting a pace that suits you. He goes all the way down, bringing you into his mouth up to the hilt, and whenever he slips you back out, he never strays far, because he swirls the tip of your cock with that tongue of his (because your taste is something he's terribly addicted to), and he also lets his mouth move around your balls, perfectly tracing the entire shape of you for himself (he has no plans of leaving any part of you unattended).

It isn't too long before he's watching you too, fixing those eyes of his right on your face even while you're pressed between his lips, keeping them apart.]

[ He doesn't even bother to hold back the noise that claws it's way past his lips because the room is soundproofed and he's cutting loose this time around. It's obvious: he is so totally okay with you hearing what you do to him.

No words now, just that sound as his hands reach down to thread through the softness of your hair, the feel of your scalp as he kneads the pads of his fingers over it. Yes, his eyes are on you. Yes, they are dark and full of so much want. Usually, they are so clear, and tonight they still are, in a way, but the look in them is something you haven't likely seen before because he's letting go, as best as he can so you can see for yourself how this is wrecking him.

A shuddering breath now as the tightness in his stomach is forcibly eased back, and the trembling movement of those hips as they rise up just as you slide your lips away.

Need is such a terrible and beautiful thing. Want is so visceral right now it cuts him clean to the bone.

You are his everything in this very moment. And he is certain, in his heart ( the one that failed him once and then beat again upon his awakening ) he knows, there is no one else for him for as long as he is l still, of breath. ]

Hikaru... [ that is as much a plea as it is a moan as he moves beneath you. ]

Edited 2014-05-31 21:43 (UTC)

[He's always liked that he can push you to say his name like that, and this time is all the more thrilling given how compromising his position actually is. At any other time, in fact, he might have withdrawn, might have let his hand stroke you off as he whispered sweet requests for you to fuck him into your ear, or over your skin.

Tonight, though, is different. Tonight, he's withdrawing from your length, letting himself catch his breath just over the tip of you, and then looking up to watch you - wait on you - again. He can't seem to breathe right because his mouth is still tingling from the taste and feel of you in it, and he's positively shaking from the effort of holding back from rubbing himself off on those sheets. Pleasuring you has done nothing in the direction of settling him down.]

God, no -- just... [ those are his fingers grasping at your cheek as you pull away, and he's pushing himself up with one arm to follow.

The swell between his legs is an ache that makes movement send shivers all throughout his body, and he draws his knees up, locks your torso between his thighs to keep you in place. ]

Don't stop, please.

[You'll feel the way he shudders, just so, once you've caged him with your knees. He dispels it just a bit by turning a wan smile in your direction. Then he's gracing the tip of you with a small lick before he speaks.]

Should I get you off?

[Or should he just keep going and let you decide, somewhere down the line, when you want him to stop?]

[ His teeth catch on his lower lip in response to that question, his hands cupping you face between both palms as he falls back onto the bed.

He swallows a little before he musters the courage to say it: ] Yes. Whatever you like. I just really want your mouth on me.

I like letting my mouth work on you.

[On your lips, on your cock, on your face, on the rest of your skin... he isn't picky. He doesn't have to be. Not with the way that he knows you, and wants every inch of you.

This is what he'll try to show you rather than tell you, by moving to take your length back into his mouth. This time, the pace he sets for himself is just a notch faster, but no less thorough.]

[ And he's shuddering as you close over him, his lips pressing together to stifle the moan that comes quicker than he can stop it. He's arching back into that mattress, hips following the rhythm you've set as his fingers tangle in your hair again, as his legs tighten around your torso, the heel of one foot gently kneading the small of your back.

The room feels both larger and more stifling as his body heats up. You've such a goddamn clever mouth and it won't be long before he's trying to breathe and finding that each breath is a choked back sob/moan/whine. His control is going to shreds. You'll be able to tell by the tightening of his stomach, the flex of his calves, and the way his thighs press against your sides as he grows full and hard in your mouth. ]

[And he'll persist, because you said that you wanted this. He also wants to feel you lose it, and taste the results for himself the moment you inevitably let go.

Granted, it has a wonderful effect on him. He finds himself having to stop to catch his breath on occasion, and there are times, of course, when his own sighs/tiny little noises of need hum against you, coming, as they are, from deep within his throat.

When you do go over that edge, though, he'll swallow everything you give to him. He'll drink you down gladly.]

[ It's the sounds you're making over/on/around him that cut at the last bits of his resolve. He might tell you one day that it's the sound of you that really gets him, even more than the sight of you, because whether its the hitch of your breath around his name as he pushes into you, or the way you whine when he's stretching you out -- your voice is an aphrodisiac.

He feels himself spill over and his fingers curl into tight fists in your hair as his body seems to cave inward: knees drawing up to press you closer, eyes shutting as his teeth worry at his bottom lip.

He can't find his voice for the first few, agonizing seconds of his release and you'll feel the tremors going through him as he rides the crest of the pleasure you've brought him.

He's quiet still when he finally falls back, chest heaving because no, there is not nearly enough oxygen in his head. ]

[And this one shudders as he takes everything that you have to offer him in. The noises he makes as he drinks up your cum might show you that he enjoys this, if the look on his face didn't already make it obvious.

He only withdraws after you're done, and leans his cheek against your thigh for just one moment before moving in again. He cleans your cock and the rest of your crotch with small, reverent laps of his tongue.]

[ You'll feel him stiffen at first in surprise, hear the sharp intake of breath as your tongue moves over him again. ]

H-Hikaru-- [ he barely gets your name out, and the sound of his voice is pleading. ]

[He doesn't respond immediately, not until he's given the tip of your cock one last swirl with his tongue. Then he turns his eyes up towards yours. His lips are still trembling, and his skin is flushed from the heat of the pleasure he is feeling.

He can still taste you in his mouth, feel how deep you went in, and still tell exactly how you fucked it.]

Tell me what to do.

[His own voice and thick, and there might be a begging note in there as well.]

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