wotanon | dreampost: even more after dark edition (V)

[It isn't hard to find places that earn a hitched breath; he's sensitive and responsive, all but squirming already. He jolts when Rye rubs at his nipples, a soft whimper leaving him]

I'm real good.

[He starts to add more - closes his mouth, instead, flushing - too embarrassed to own up to how wound up he is already, even though he is visibly very wound up already]

Good. It'd be really hard to walk away from that face twice. [He's teasing a bit, but its also true. He takes a few moments, just admiring Hurricane's face as his thumbs move to rub over his nipples. ]

[Then he leans closer, to his neck to kiss and nibble along the length of it, hands moving to figure out how exactly to take Hurricane's clothes off, or at least free his straining erection.]

[He flushes even deeper at the teasing - the words and the thumbs working at his nipples, both. His face is extremely expressive, so it's probably easy to see how affected he is, even though he's biting at his lip to try and rein it in. He pupils are dilated, and the blush reaches all the way to his ears; he can't help but shift, restless, legs falling open a little more as Rye begins to work along his neck]

[Through it all, his hands don't stop moving, just as restless as the rest of him; his fingers find Rye's nipples, mirroring what's being done to him, a slow and exploratory rubbing]

[The zipper probably takes a bit to find; it runs up the side, toward the back, disguised by one of the lines in the bodysuit]

[It helps to have a goal, Rye's decided. Its easy to get caught up and he wonders if he looks at all like Hurricane. So bright red and worked up and the kind of face that begged to be kissed without mercy. Rye himself was flushed, panting, but there was an intent to his eyes, a goal to make Hurricane come undone.]

[Its those thoughts that help him as hands move over bear skin, breathing hitching, moans gainst Hurricane's skin as he brushes over sensitive scars and tease his nipples, leaning into the touch, pants feeling too tight.]

[But he wants, and he's determined, so even as his tongue and teeth tease up along his throat, he finds that zipper, pulling it down as his other hand moves down between Hurricane's legs, cupping him through his clothes.]

[If the goal is to make Hurricane come undone, it's definitely off to a good start]

[He's half lost in the feel of the mouth pressing kisses and nips to his throat - so distracted by the slow pull of the zipper that the other hand takes him by surprise]

[He makes a choked sound as Rye's fingers cup him, hips hitching forward into the touch and breath leaving him all in a rush. His bodysuit does nothing to hide how aroused he is, and Rye can feel the shape of him, painfully hard, through the fabric. There may or may not be a damp patch from the precome already, and his hands scrabble at Rye's shoulders, trying to drag him in for a kiss]

[Rye feels a shiver go through him as Hurricane rwacts to the touch, seeing him so desperate, feeling how hard and needy he is, it makes Rye glad he has him for the night because he desperately wants to see more of Hurricane like this.]

[Rye groans into the kiss, meeting fervent need with his own, pressing back with teeth and tongue, almost like he wants to devour Hurricane. His hand works his cock through the bodysuit, rubbing with the palm of his hand, thumb teasing over the head, the touch slow and careful, exploring, but not enough to get him off yet hopefully. His other hand pulls the zipper all the way and starts tugging off the bodysuit.]

[He leans up into the kiss, meeting it with something just as hungry, all lips and teeth and tongue. His hands wander restless over Rye's sides and chest, exploring all of him, fingers in constant motion]

[And he whimpers as Rye starts to work him through the fabric, hips rocking forward to try and earn more of those teasing touches. It's not enough to get him off, no, but it's more than enough to drive him a little crazy]

[It takes him a beat to realize he's going to have to stop touching Rye to help with the bodysuit - leaves off his exploration long enough to work his arm through one sleeve and then reach around and free the other. He arms are a mess of scars, but he's too distracted to be self-conscious just now - just lets the bodysuit fall forward, to his waist, leaving him in nothing but the belts and boots and the lower half, which doesn't hide terribly much]

[Rye hums and moans into the kiss, reach touch and brush of teeth all making it harder and harder to focus on the task at hand. He nanages, but barely when all he wants is to be closer, to taste mire of Hurricane, keep feeling those hands on him.]

[The whimper helps ground him, reminds him of the plan as he plays with the hard cock, touches teasing, patient as he helps tug the suit off. Scars unimportant, but then again, he has his own share. No, what matters is he can feel skin under his palm, running up Hurricane's back. Up, up, to his hair and he tugs it to pull Hurricane out if the kiss.]

Sorry. Need my mouth for something else. [His voice is low, rough, eyes lidded, and he moves his mouth down, kissing Hurticane's neck, his collarbone, chest, going lower with each one. His hand lets go of his hair to trail down his body, brushing over the spots the seemed to make him moan, down to rest at his waist.]

[Rye can feel the way Hurricane's cock twitches, when he gets pulled by the hair - the way it twitches again, harder, at the promise in those words. The damp spot in the cloth grows wider as the constant teasing coaxes more precome from the tip of him; through the white fabric, it looks frankly a little obscene]

[The downward trail of kisses and the touches targeting his sensitive spots definitely don't help; he shivers and squirms, already borderline desperate]

[Hurricane's voice, when he manages to speak, is rough and breathy:]

Jesus, dude. Are you trying to kill me?

[Certainly he can't keep still; his hips work in shallow little circles to try and rub up against Rye's palm. Hurricane's hands, shaky, fall to the buckle on his belts to work them free]

[There's something genuinely exciting in making his partner desperate. He's nit sure if Hurricane is akways like this or if its just being pent up, but part of him really wants to find out. But for now, he keeps teasing him, thumb rubbing his cock through that wet spot as he trails down.]

No. Just leave you in a limp haze of satisfaction. [He takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking it teasingly as his other hand helps with the belts even as the other keeps working him through the fabric.]

[Once the belts are pulled away though, he moves his lips down, tugging the suit lower until he can finally pull out his cock, fingers loosely wrapping around it. He glances down and then up to Hurricane, watching his face as he licks up the length of it.]

[He makes a strangled sort of sound when Rye's hand wraps loosely around his cock, and his hips practically jackknife up off the bed as soon as the tongue gets involved]

[His face is expressive even in normal circumstances, and right now it's easy to read just how good this feels, even at a glance. His mouth falls open a little bit; his eyes are wide, and his hands clutch at Rye's shoulders, like he needs something - anything - to ground him]

[Rye breathes in sharply at the reaction.] Gods, you look way too good like this. [His voice is low, wanting, pumping him slowly as he atches Hurricane, feels the grip on his shoulders.] Its all right to pull my hair if you need to. Or dig into my shoulders. I like that stuff too.

[Though he moves his hands to Hurricane's hips, gripping them tightly. He knows what he likes in a blow job, but this is his first time giving it and as hot as Hurricane losing it is, he definitely needs some practice first befire he can let him go wild.]

[So he keeps his grip tight, before taking the head in his mouth, sucking on it gently at first, tongue teasing the head as he gets used to it in his mouth.]

[It's probably a good thing he's holding Hurricane's hips down, because he absolutely doesn't have the self-restraint right now to make that will save himself]

[His hips rock forward, urgent, trying to seek more of that wet heat - get nowhere, thanks to the hands keeping him firmly in place]

Oh my god. That's - jesus, dude -

[His hands sure are digging into Rye's shoulders, as hard as he can hold on]

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[Rye is unsurprised. He loves how open and honest Hurricane's reactions are and if he had the skill, would probably let him go wild. Sadly he doesn't, though feeling every desperate jerk against his hands certainly gets to him, making him shiver.]

[And the grip makes him groan, and he takes more of his cock in his mouth, sucking gently, tongue rubbing the underside, taking as much as he can without choking. He looks up to watch Hurricane's face, sucking harder, tongue rubbing him, bobbing his head an inch or two along jis length.]

[From the look on his face, what Rye's doing right now is plenty good, experience or no. Hurricane groans, low in his throat - bites at his bottom lip to try and rein it in and can't quite manage. His hips are still trying to twitch forward, needy little motions that get him nowhere, and honestly, being made to wait on what Rye wants to give him is winding him up as much as all that teasing did]

[One hand stays where it is, holding on for dear life; the other starts to roam, coming up to card through Rye's hair, restless]

[Rye tries to keep himself from squirming too much. Perhaps he should have ditched his pants, because watching Hurricane is going straight to his dick. It makes him more eager to please, to give him as much as he can just to keep seeing him like that.]

[There's a hum as he feels fingers through his hair, a groan at the tight hold, and he's more used to how the cock fills his mouth now. He starts to move with more confience, bobbing his head along the length at a steady pace, taking as much as he's able, and pulling back to the head, tongue teasing it and the underside of his cock with each move. Ketting his moans out freely around the length.]

[Rye can definitely keep seeing him like this, if perhaps for not much longer. He's been wound up too tight for too long - is outright panting by now, every breath catching on a little whine. The hand on Rye's shoulder hasn't loosened its grip at all, and the one buried in his hair takes a handful, gripping loosely]

[At the foot of the bed, Hurricane's toes curl into the soft strands of the carpet; his thighs are drawn up tight, already trembling. His hips haven't seemed to get the memo that they're not doing anything to help; they're still trying, desperate, to get just that little bit more that he needs. It won't take much, probably; the heat's swallowed him whole, and he's lost in it, too overwhelmed by the pleasure to manage any words but something shaky and breathless that might be Rye's name]

[Its easy to get pulled in right now. If not for needing to keep his grip on Hurricane's hips, he might have just let himself zone out and run on automatic. The heavy feel of a cock in his mouth, pulling moans out of Hurricane, hands holding on as if for dear life, it was an incredibly nice experience. Even the taste of precome wasn't bad. He's certainly had worse, it seems like.]

[And hearing his name on Hurricane's lips made his shudder, a deep groan escaping him and he works to take him a little deeper, slowing his pace to take him more into his throat, if just a little bit, sucking harder on his cock.]

[That's all it takes; that little bit deeper, little bit harder tips him over the edge]

[He comes with a sound that's low and wavering, fingers closing down on Rye's hair. If he could think clearly, he'd probably be sorry for tugging, but he's all the way gone right now, lost in the feel of it. His back arches taut like a bow, and his head tips back; he bites down on his lower lip, hard, as he rides out the sensations, hips still working in those useless little stutters and jerks]

[Rye feels the first spurt and he has to pull back to avoid from choking, but he can only go back so much with the hand in his hair. It pulls a whine from him that isn't really protest, but another odd talent is being able to swallow things he wouldn't expect himself to.]

[~~Thanks dragon food bonding.~~]

[He rolls with it, swallowing Hurricane's cum, sucking his cock to draw out the orgasm just a little longer, looking up with a few tears in his eyes, but the sight he sees is definitely worth it. He still keeps his hips down, but he doesn't look away from Hurricane arching above him, a soft moan building in his throat.]

[He comes down from it slowly, still shivering - lets go of his hold on Rye's shoulder and hair, finally, and slumps forward over him, breathing hard]

[He pets at Rye's hair, shaky and a little uncoordinated - notices the tears, and reaches out, hesitant, to wipe those away, too]

[When he speaks, his voice is absolutely wrecked]

...sorry.

Didn't mean to, like...

[As he lets go, Rye finally pulls back with one last gentle suck and pop as he leans back on his legs. He rests his cheek on the ibside of Hurricane's leg, taking a chance to catch his breath properly, panting softly.]

[He hums at the petting, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling.]

Don't need to apologize. Especially when you sound like that. [His voice is rough now, and he turns his head to kiss along his inner thigh.] Clearly I need to do more if you're still able to worry.

[He shivers, a little, at the soft kisses pressed to his thigh - at the sound of Rye's voice, and the promise of more]

[But there's other things to worry about, too, and he's very aware of them - of how rough Rye's voice is, and how he still isn't even entirely undressed]

Nuh-uh, dude. Pretty sure I owe you like five after that.

[He nips sharply at his inner thigh at that.] You definitely don't owe me five apologies. And I will find a way to make it impossible for you to talk if you try.

I liked how you look, how you sounded. [There are more kisses and sharp nips on his inner thighs between his words, his hands moving to pull off the boots.] And if I could have taken it, I think I would have liked to let your hips go. Another time maybe.

[He shivers again, harder this time, at the nips on his thighs - leans down, to cup the side of Rye's face and tip his chin upward]

How bout I owe you five other things, instead?

[He presses a kiss to Rye's lips, careful - leans in to deepen it]

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