dreampost: even more after dark edition (V)

[wotanon]

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

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[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay. So just, like...?

[Reaches back, a little uncertain, feeling his way. When he finds the spot, he hesitates, glancing at Rye's face as though for permission]

[protectshisown]

Yeah. I'll tense up at first, just give me a moment to relax and push in.

It's okay. [Leaning down, nuzzling Hurricane's neck.] Not gonna hurt me, you know.

[crossmyheartandhope]

You'll say, though, yeah? If I'm, like... doing it wrong?

[protectshisown]

Hurricane, defeats the whole purpose of being here if it doesn't feel good. [He kisses the side of his neck.] I'll tell you if you're doing it wrong, you'll correct it, and we'll move on to the next part.

[Nips the place just under his ear, voice lower.] Until you can finally fuck me.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He can't quite help the shiver that goes through him at the little spark of pleasure - at the promise of more]

Okay. Okay. Here goes.

[His finger circles, almost tentative - starts to ease inward]

[protectshisown]

[Rye lets out a shuddery breath, forcing himself to relax as he feels him push in. He sighs softly, hands moving to run along his side.]

Doing fine. Keep going. [He'll focus on kissing along Hurricane's neck, slow and patient.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He continues to press in, a little uncertain, until it's settled all the way - shivers again, softly, at the heat and the tightness]

[He eases out, just as slow, but only about halfway before he presses in again]

[protectshisown]

[Rye breathes keep against his neck, nuzzling and kissing, hands rubbing up and down his side.] You're doing good. So good for me, Hurricane. Its okay to be faster.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He leans into the soft touches, a little, even as his hand begins to pick up the pace - not fast, but something steady and creeping up on firm]

That better?

[protectshisown]

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. You can add another when you're ready. [He nibbles along the length of his neck, hands moving over his chest, palms rubbing over his nipples.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[On the next instroke, he slows it down again - eases in two fingers together, this time, slow and careful]

You good?

[protectshisown]

[He breathes in sharply, before letting it out, tense around his fingers before relaxing again.] Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

[He kisses down to his collarbone.] Keep going. You can try curling your fingers forward a bit, there's a spot that feels really good.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay. Uh.

[He curls his fingers - shifts them, careful, to run over the inner wallsas though searching]

Lemme know if I find it.

[protectshisown]

[Rye nods, nibbling along his collarbone until a few moments later, Hurricane curls his fingers just right.]

[He gasps sharply, inner walls tensing around his fingers, cock twitching against Hurricane's thigh.] There! Right..right there. Gods, that feels good.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Oh, wow. That's a great reaction]

What, here?

[Rubbing over it again, pointedly]

[protectshisown]

[This time he gets a loud moan against his neck, and a shiver as Rye grinds back against his fingers.]

Y-yeah, there. That's the spot.

[crossmyheartandhope]

What's it feel like?

[He keeps it up, a steady and insistent rubbing, searching Rye's face as he tries to get another one of those moans]

[protectshisown]

Its like-oh fuck. [The insistent rubbing is definitely getting reactions. Rye will move to grind hinself against those fingers and thrusting into Hurricane's thigh, getting harder with every move.]

Its....molten fire up my spine. But. Like. Good fire. [He bites his lip, eyes closed in bliss, more moans starting to spill pass his mouth.] Every time you touch it....the more I want. You. Your fingers. Your cock.

Another finger, please...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He swallows, with effort, mouth suddenly dry]

Yeah. You got it, dude.

[He withdraws the two that are there already - eases them in again, with a third, and presses in, looking for that spot again]

[protectshisown]

[He tighter around the fingers, hissing softly at the stretch, but it doesn't take long for Hurricane to find that spot again, turning a slight grimace to something needy with a whine.]

Gods, I don't know what I want. Shit, keep hitting there. Already getting hard for you. [his thumbs move to his nipples, rubbing directly.] One hand, wanna ride you, see you fall apart under me.

Other hand....you fucking me hard, hips free to move how you like, after feeling them jerk under my hands....

[crossmyheartandhope]

G-god, dude. Those both sound kinda amazing.

[He shivers, hard, at the sound Rye makes- at those fingers on his nipples]

[His own fingers stay busy, and insistent rub, focused on that same spot]

[protectshisown]

They do. H-hard to decide. Nnh. [He shivers and whines, still grinding against Hurricane's thigh, fully erect now with Hurricane hitting that spot. His hands keep playing with his nipples, pinching and rubbing, breathing heavy against his shoulder between moans.]

I think....I want....want to see you lose control. Without me in control. Wan-want to feel you losing it and how you fuck me like that. [Another loud groan.] I want to feel it tomorrow.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Jesus Christ. That's -

[He swallows, with effort; he can't seem to tear his eyes away from the way Rye's rubbing off against his thigh, and the rhythm of his fingers stutters, just slightly]

Y-yeah. I can - yeah.

[protectshisown]

Oh gods yes. It'll feel so good. You're so desperate and eager and gods, thinking of that instead of your fingers, fucking me so good...

[There's another desperate moan and he leans up on an elbow, hand on Hurricane's cheek.] Bury your cock in me and wait until I say....

After that, don't hold anything back. Will you do that for me, Hurricane? Tell me how you want to take me...

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah. I wanna - I wanna do like you said.

I wanna make you feel it, tomorrow.

[His fingers are rubbing at that spot, still, insistent. The feel of Rye rubbing off against his thigh is driving him a little crazy]