dreampost: even more after dark edition (V)

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

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[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]

[protectshisown]

[There is a surprised, slightly manic laugh at that.] Y-yeah. That's the idea. Gods, the things I wanted to do at the game...

[Low, slow moans leave him as Hurricane strokes him, hips rolling into the touch, his hands running up his back in slow motions.] I would have sucked you off there if you hadn't stopped me. Keep going, please...you feel good...

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh, jesus, dude. You keep saying stuff like that.

[It hasn't been that long, but hell if his cock isn't starting to stir again already, because watching Rye like that and hearing him say that is a hell of a drug]

[He keeps going, as asked - a little surer, after the encouragement, a little firmer. His thumb swipes the tip on the upstroke, experimental]

[protectshisown]

'Cause it gets to you. And its true. [Another moan escapes him, arching under Hurricane's hands, his breathing heavy.] Really....really want to practice taking you d-deeper. So I don't have to-to hold your hips down.

Wanna feel that. [His words get breathier, moans spilling past his lips as Hurricane touches him. The swipe getting a needy whine, precum beading under his thumb, hips jerking up harder.] More. Faster. [He runs his nails up Hurricane's back, slow and deliberate as he can be with his head fuzzing out.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It sure does get to him this time, too; he makes a sound that maybe is trying to be agreement, but actually just comes out as a soft noise of want]

[His hand picks up the pace - more, and faster, because how could he say no to that? But his eyes dart down to Rye's cock, and then up to his expression, and he licks his lips a little, unconsciously]

You, uh. You mind if I give it a go...?

Not, like - not the hips thing, but just, like - you know.

[protectshisown]

[There's a breathless chuckle and a shiver that goes down his back.] And you make noises like that. [He's pretty sure its possible just to get done in by Hurricane's sounds alone.]

[He breathes in sharply and groans loudly as Hurricane increases his pace. His hips roll up needly, eyes unfocused in desire.]

[It takes a second for the question to register, but it just gets a deeper moan.] Gods yes. [A hand moves off his back to his chin, thumb swiping over his lips slowly.] I can keep still. Please, Hurricane.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah. Yeah, you got it, dude.

[He gives one final stroke with his hand - slow, almost apologetic, all the way from root to tip. Then he lets Rye go completely]

[There's something a little mischievous in his eyes when he makes no move to bend down immediately, instead licking intently over the pad of Rye's thumb and then leaning forward so that it sinks slowly between his lips]

[protectshisown]

[That last stroke pulls a deep moan from Rye followed by a soft curse as he closes the warmth of the hand.]

[He squirms as Hurricane delays and teases his thumb, breath hitching as he watches him lick and take in his thumb. He licks his lips, pressing the thumb forward a bit, then pulls it back, a slow thrusting motion.] I haven't even decided yet what I want more. How you'd look best. [His voice low, eyes lidded and hungry.]

Me fucking you, or riding you. Maybe I could do both tonight.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[There is zero ambiguity about the interest in his eyes - the way his pupils are dilated and the flush splashed across his cheeks. The sound he makes, a little whimper, catches somewhere in his throat, and if Rye is paying attention to anything below the waistline, it looks like he is just about ready for round two]

[He pulls back, scraping his teeth along the pad of Rye's thumb as he goes]

Jesus, christ, dude. Anyone ever tell you your mouth is dangerous?

[He presses a kiss to the tip of Rye's thumb, and then sets his sights lower - turns, finally, to consider Rye's erection. The kiss he presses to the tip of that is just as light, almost experimental]

[protectshisown]

[Rye definitely is, and ge's finding himself very hopeful at three rounds if he's up already. And seeing how his words have affected Hurticane makes him rather proud and excited. It makes it almost easy to let go of his anxieties.]

[He shivers as the teeth scrape across his thumb.]

Dunno. Can't remember. But all the more reason to make fun memories now. And you've been an amazing one so far.

[Rye watches him move down, a soft moaning leaving him at the kiss.] But....I really would like to come. Please, Hurricane, I wanna know if your mouth feels as good on my cock as against my lips.

[crossmyheartandhope]

You got it, dude. Just, like... if you got anything special you like, feel free to say. Kay?

[Because he doesn't exactly know what he's doing, here. Still, he's never let that stop him with anything else, and he's plenty eager to watch Rye fall apart]

[He starts with a little lap against the head, as though getting a taste for it - licks again, fuller and broader this time, from root to tip. When he leans in and takes the head between his lips, he keeps his eyes on Rye's face the whole time - watching his reaction as he laves softly with the tip of his tongue]

[protectshisown]

You do realize you're encouraging the dangerous mouth, right? [Teasing]

[He reaches down, a hand running through his hair, soft, encouraging as Hurricane explores. His breathing gets heavier, soft hums as he feels the heat of Hurricane's tongue.] Feels good. A tease so slow, but still good.

[The hums turn to a headier groan as Hurricane takes hjm into his mouth, eyes closing briefly. Followed by a needier noise as he teases the tip, precum beading under his tongue.] Gods, your mouth does feel good. And how you look... [his hand moves down, thumb rubbing just under stretched lips.] Seeing you with my cock in your mouth...almost as good as the face you gave me when I sucked yours.