dreampost: even more after dark edition (V)

[wotanon]

[ All betrayal and kissing games make idols thirsty as f—

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[crossmyheartandhope]

[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]

[protectshisown]

[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.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[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...

[protectshisown]

[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.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[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.

[protectshisown]

[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.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[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]

[protectshisown]

[He looks up as Hurriance touches his face.]

...I suppose I could be convinced.

[And he'll lean up to kiss back, a hand on his knee, the other moving up to Hurricane's shoulder, the taste of him still on his lips.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It takes him a beat, to realize what he's tasting - flushes all the way to his ears, when he does]

[The embarrassment doesn't stop him from letting his other hand run over Rye's shoulders, though, over his chest - from catching at Rye's arm and coaxing him to stand]

[protectshisown]

[Rye hums into the kiss, but obeys easily, pushing himself up to stand, hand moving from Hurricane's leg to the bed to keep his balanced while still leaned over to kiss Hurricane.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His hands smooth their way over Rye's chest, pausing to thumb over the nipples - light at first, and then more firmly before he carries on his way down]

[He takes his time getting there, exploring the smooth skin of Rye's abdomen with searching fingers, dipping briefly into his navel before his hands coming to rest at the waistband of Rye's pants]

[protectshisown]

[His breath hitches as Hurricane teases his nipples, leaning into the touch, kissing him with more hunger, exploring his mouth eagerly, soft groans in the back of his throat as he feels hands on him.]

[He's leaning a little more heavily on the bed as Hurricane's hands reach his navel, hips pressing closer. His grip tightens briefly on Hurricane's shoulder before rubbing slow circles there.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[One of his hands strokes along Rye's hip, steadying; the other carries on down, to trace the shape of him through the fabric of his pants]

[It's a careful touch, almost, like he's exploring the outline of what he finds there, but the kiss is anything but careful; he meets Rye's enthusiasm, deep and eager, nipping at his lower lip]

[protectshisown]

[His grip tightens on Hurricane's shoulder as he touches him, a loud moan muffled by the kiss, knees knocking into the side of the bed as he bucks into the touch. Even a careful touch feels like a lot after everything and having ignored his own need for so long. While his jeans may not be quite as tight as Hurricane's own clothes, they are tight enough to not leave much to the imagination.]

[The kiss just gets more needy, tiny whimpers leaving him between his touch and nips, though less dominating in the kiss with the distraction.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Oh]

[That's]

[A very good reaction, honestly. He is definitely starting to see the appeal Rye saw in teasing him through his pants, and he takes the time to return the favor, the pad of his index finger tracing along the head, fingernail rasping lightly over the denim]

[protectshisown]

[Rye moans and whines into the kiss with every teasibg touch, hips rolling to try and press him more firmly against him, to get more friction. The touch isn't near enough through the material, but maddening all the same, a wet spot starting to form as fingers tease out precum.]

[But it is naking his legs shake and as loathe as he is to do it, he breaks the kiss.] Need. Move. [He gulps in a breath of air.] Where do you want me? 'Cause if my good leg gives- [The springness of the prosthetic reduces limp, but doesn't do so well at supporting his weight if the other leg gets weak.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Ah - right.

Sorry, dude. Uh -

[He flushes, dark, as he realizes what the answer's going to have to be, and how it's going to sound, and then that actually, yeah, he means it exactly how it's going to sound, and that makes him blush harder]

...come lay down on the bed?

[protectshisown]

[He grins as he sees that blush. Hurricane really has great reactions and there is anotger brief kiss.] Yes sir.

[Its hard to pull away from Hurricane, but his knees do feel weak so he knows he has to. He climbs onto the bed, half sitting against the headboard.] Come here. [Arms held out, beckoning Hurricane to him.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He hesitates, then crawls across the bed toward him - leans in to pick that kiss up where they left it off]

[His hand trails down to pick up where it left off, too, finding the bulge in Rye's jeans and trailing his fingers over it, slow and exploratory]

[protectshisown]

[Rye groans into the kiss, helping to pull him in. His hips roll against his hand, as much as he can without dislodging his touch.]

[His hands take the chance to wander now, trailing along his sides, around to his back, tracing scars and muscles, slow, but thorough.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers, at those wander touches, and leans into them, but he has the advantage of having finished once, already; he's interested, but not desperate]

[One of his hands trails its way to Rye's chest, to tweak a nipple; the other finds the zipper on his jeans and pulls it down, probably brushing his fingers against the bulge underneath more than is strictly necessary]

[protectshisown]

[Its definitely an advantage. Rye is keeping slow for some sense of control, to keep half a mind to his partner. If he gets too eager now, he'll lose control and he knows it.]

[Not. That he may have much choice, breath hitching sharply as he feels fingers teasing a nipple, the other pulling down the zipper, the hand so close and friction too light. His hands grip at Hurricane's sides, hips bucking up as a needy whine leaves him.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Hurricane's hand relinquishes the nipple to pet along Rye's side, palm flat over his ribs and smooth against his hip]

Hey, I got you. I ain't gonna leave you hanging.

[His hands find the waistband of the jeans, and he eases them down - reaches in, careful, to free his erection, peering up to gauge the look on Rye's face]

[protectshisown]

[Rye goes red at that. It's certainly a lot more embarrassing to have it acknowledged so directly. Not that it diminishes his need at all, especially with the continued touch, pressing into his hand.]

I...I know. Just. Fuck.

[His hands knead at Hurriance's side as he pulls down his pants, raising his hips to make it easier. Then he feels the cold air, the heat of Hurriance's hand, a deep moan leaving him, eyes closer briefly in bliss and relief, biting his lip, hips bucking a bit to encourage his touch.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His hand is warm in the dream, actually - a marked contrast from his touch in real life, where he runs about ten degrees too cool. At Rye's words and the look on his face, so desperate, he can't help but flush, himself]

I mean... s'kinda the idea, right?

[It takes him a second to figure out the angle; he's done this before, but never for someone else, and the first couple of strokes with his hand are experimental more than anything, long and slow, to get a feel for it]