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

[icarusalsoflew]

[He told you to rest because you all definitely need it, and he plans on staying around in the Tower to make sure that happens.

Granted, he's also around to check up on you if you really can't sleep, and his sister's doing the same thing. So.]



OOC Notes:
+ Hikaru will be in to watch over you all and talk up until 8 PM; he goes on duty early, then comes right back to the Tower to see Josh because boyfriend time is a Thing. Setsuna will be around the entire day.
+ Feel free, as always, to start your own threads here.

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[larue]

[ He spends the next few minutes doing just that: eating you out and teasing you with his mouth before he squeezes out a generous amount of lube over is fingers.

He tries with two. It hasn't been long since he's put himself inside of you and your body seems to welcome him readily. He's moved those kisses to the small of your back, his other hand shifting your hips closer, letting his fingers move in and out of you as he covers you with himself. That's his tongue tracing over the artwork on your back, and then his free hand reaching to slip into yours as sounds that echo your own pleasure escape him.

Soon. He needs you soon. He can only hold out for so long. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Given how much you've worked at him this evening, it should come as no surprise to either of you how easily he opens up, how there's no discomfort or pain. The only thing that hurts, in a manner of speaking, is the fact that all of this feels so damned good, as indicative of the way this one trembles beneath you, and gasps/moans/whimpers/sobs that get drawn out of him with every movement of your mouth and with the press of your fingers.

Your weight is a promise even as it's doing little else at this moment but drive him back up that wall, and stir up, yet again, the fire in his gut. It won't be long before he's right on the brink of coming all over again.]

[larue]

[ He slows the way he's fingerfucking you right as a hiss passes between his teeth when you tremble and brush up against where he's hard.

That's him breathless as he buries his nose at the curve of your neck, the scent of your sweat, the heat of your skin and that distinct underlying fragrance that he's come to know as you making him dizzy.

He's curling his fingers inside of you before withdrawing completely and then gently guiding himself inside of you. ]

Don't hold back. [ That's murmured as he clamps his mouth down on that patch of skin right above the moon on your shoulder. ] I can take it. [ Sucking now on your skin, hard. ]

Riiight that tug up there is supposed to just have toes curling ahahaha orz

[icarusalsoflew]

[And he doesn't hold back both because you asked, and because he's hardly capable of doing that even if he tried. Where he'd normally try to bury the way the moans that leave his lips escalate into the sheets, this time you can hear them plain as day, just as much you can feel the way the desire you've worked up in him is wracking his body with every new inch of yourself that you push into him.

There is little for him to hold on to, bound as he is, pinned as he is by the solidity of your presence keeping him against the sheets. Of course, that only means that this is forcing him open in a fashion that's uniquely different from how you've fucked him before, and even different from how you took him earlier when you held him down yourself. His hips roll, and his insides press even tighter around you, in an attempt at driving you to go deeper.]

it works either way <3 also late /)(\

[larue]

Oh, God-- [ those words are practically ripped from his lips as he shifts to curl around you. He bites down harder on the flesh at your shoulder, hard enough to bruise and he trembles because he knows those bites are coming short of breaking skin. He does press kisses after though, his tongue chasing the faint indentations left by his teeth as he lets out a low, strangled sound from deep in his chest.

His grip on the sheets is also slipping, and his hips are bucking with less finesse because the movement of your ass against the length of him, tight as you are around him is making breathing more difficult and thinking even more so.

It's all instinct now. You feel so gloriously tight, so unbelievably warm, so painfully good that he needs -- and wants -- more; and those delicious sounds that you're making are only making the ache worse.

Forgive him, love, if the grip that comes around your length is not gentle at all, if his fingers are trembling with need even as he palms/strokes/squeezes. ]

Hikaru-- nngh.

[ That's whispered pleadingly just right beneath your ear. ]

ishokay? XD

[icarusalsoflew]

[Honestly, there's something also utterly wonderful about getting fucked this way because it's a not-so-subtle indicator of the kind of effect that he has on you: that he can rip your control to shreds even if he's the one taking it flat on his stomach with his hands lashed behind his back, that you are utterly lost in him. He'd be pleased more pleased at himself for this, if every part of him didn't already feel like it was burning up.

That, and the rough way that you're handling him now isn't a turn off at all. It's just driving him faster to where he really, really needs to be. It's also pushing him to move as best as he can against you, even if that's just going to claw a little more at his sanity.]

A-ah...!

[Yes, he's crying out for you and because of you. You wreck him with everything that you do, especially when you say his name/grip him tight/fuck him hard.]

[larue]

[ He starts falling to pieces and he stiffens, when the movement of his hips stuttering and he muffles a cry against your shoulder, the pitch of his voice strangled and a touch younger in an echo of how you usually sound when driven to the brink. The arm keeping him above you is failing him, and Josh tries his best to ease the change in position as gently as he can, breathless as he is. He's half lying on his side now, and he's taking you with him, altering the angle of his thrusts as the hand around you squeezes you tight, the leg not pinned to the bed is slipping between and hooking around yours before he spreads you wide.

The thrusts are slower now and you'll feel the way he shudders with each upward stroke both around you and inside of you; you'll hear the sounds he's swallowing down even as they seem crawl up and out of his throat of their own acvord.

And then, the helpless whine as he is unable to hold back spilling himself into you, forehead pressed to your shoulder as he muffles a sob of pleasure into your skin. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[All of that is matched by how instinctive it is for him to follow you, to let your high become his own. It's also a mark, yet again, of how far gone he is that he doesn't hold back, that every centimeter of his body seems like it's trying to melt into yours.

He's shattered in the aftermath, quivering and breathless and boneless against your body. Each bit of air he draws in tapers off into quiet gasps against your skin. That is him, as well, completely covering your hand and splattered on the both of you.

Still, that is him seeking your lips out as best as he can. It's the only part of him that he can move without too much difficulty now.]

[larue]

[ He's going to meet his lips to yours, even if he can't quite get enough air into him. You'll feel the way his chest expands and falls, the intake and exhale of oxygen a little too erratic.

Those are his fingers tangling with yours, and him shifting, as best as he can without jarring you from where you are lying against him so that you can use his bicep as your pillow. He doesn't want to pull away from you yet. He needs the feel of you against/around him still. ]

Hey, [ that's whispered against your lips, a smile tugging at the corners as his tongue teases yours. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

...Mnh.

[That might sound a little cute, especially since it's coupled with the way he looks (read: 100% Strung Out, and yes, all of that is a bit of a tell on just how close he is to passing out on you). Still, he's indulging that kiss as best as he can. He can't get enough of the way that you taste.

And to think that he's lying against you, and you're still inside of him. There is something poetic to that.]

[larue]

[ There's a warm and satisfied feeling that goes through him as he watches you look the way that you do and he smiles against your mouth before whispering: ] I'm going to untie you now.

[ The position you're lying in with your wrists still lashed can't be comfortable in the least. As such, he's going to pull away from you just enough to fumble with that belt and ease it away before he settles back and holds you close.

No words as he presses a quiet kiss to your ear.

Rest, love. He's not going anywhere for a while. ]