dreampost: even more after dark edition (V)

[wotanon]

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

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[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]

[protectshisown]

[Hurricane's fingers are more than returning the favor, Rye moaning at his words, hips still rolling.]

Gods yes. I don't wanna move without having to think of you.

[He lets out a shaky breath, hand on his arm.] Stop. I....I need you, not just your fingers. I can take it.

[crossmyheartandhope]

You sure?

[His fingers still, but don't withdraw, just yet. They're still resting on the edge of that spot that makes him see stars, but there's no motion, anymore]

If we're going all out, I don't wanna, like. Hurt you.

[protectshisown]

[Rye whimpers, feeling those fingers THERE, but not giving the friction he needs, and he starts moving, grinding against then needily.]

I'll stop you if it hurts a bad way, but I'm sure. Gods, please Hurricane, I've wanted to feel you go all out since I had you against the wall.

[He leans up, kissing him briefly, but hungry and deep, pulling back enough to rest his forehead against his.] I want you to lose conttol without someone reigning you in. I want to feel you taking me that hard.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He takes a shaky breath in - nods, careful, and eases his fingers out again]

Are we gonna need more, like...?

[Glances toward where the lube is]

[protectshisown]

[He whines at the feeling of loss. He wants and he wants desperately, taking a shuddering breath before nodding.]

Y-yeah, its a good idea. [He pushes himself off Hurricane, grabbing the lube and spreading it between his fingers. He reaches down to wrap his hand over Hurricane's length, pumping him slowly.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Hurricane hisses in a sharp breath at the feel of Rye's hands on him - bucks into the touch, without meaning to, biting down on his lip]

[He glances away, cheeks flushed - can't quite stop the way his hips roll forward to meet the touch of Rye's hand]

You, uh. You better not keep that up too long.

[protectshisown]

I know. [Still moving his hand slow, kerping thr grip loose, spreading the lube.] Just....gods, you're so hot like this.

Want to see my face or easier time moving?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He ducks his head a little - bites at his lip, hard, trying to keep from moving with Rye's hand]

I wanna see you.

[protectshisown]

All right. [His other hand moves to touch his cheek, lifting up his face to kiss him again, finally letting go of his cock.]

Okay.

[He then moves up to the head of the bed, laying against it and spreading his legs. He blushes at being so displayed, but he holds out his hands to motion for Hurricane to move to him.]

Come on then. I want you.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He crawls forward, self-conscious and a little awkward - flushes, looking down at the sight Rye's making with his legs spread like that]

Okay. Uh.

[He flushes even deeper - scoots closer, and takes himself in hand, lining the tip of his cock up with where it needs to be]

So. So just, like...?

[protectshisown]

[Rye cants his hips up, licking his lips briefly before nodding.]

Yeah. Yeah, just push in, slowly. Let me get used to you. [A hand rests on his shoulder, gently tugging him closer.] Come on, let me feel you.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay. Sure.

[He hesitates - hesitates longer - begins to press in, slow]

[As soon as the head's in, he shudders, hard - makes a soft sound at the back of his throat - forces himself to stillness]

S-still. Still good?

[protectshisown]

[Rye forces himself to breathe evenly, keep himself calm and relaxed until finally, Hurricane presses in. He hisses softly, grip tightening on his arm. Not in pain necessarily, just a mix of feeling the stretch and the desire to be filled again.]

Y-yeah. Yeah, still good. Fuck.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay.

[He shifts a little, despite his best efforts not to move]

Okay, cool. Can I like...?

[protectshisown]

Yeah. Yeah, you can keep going. S-still slow, but I'm good.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay. I'm gonna, like -

[He eases forward, slow, shaking a little with the effort of holding back. He's breathing hard already, a little overwhelmed by how hot Rye is inside, how tight]

[By the time he sinks in all the way, he's biting down on his lip, hard, to help restrain the impulse to move]

[protectshisown]

[Rye arches under him, head falling back, eyes closed, mouth open, panting hard, a soft whine leaving him, trying to not shift as Hurricane pushes in.]

[Part of him wants to hurry, but he knows he needs patience, even as pleasure shoots up him at being filled.] Gods-

[He finally feels his hips against his ass and he hooks a leg behind him, to help keep his still.] Just. Just a minute.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Hurricane whimpers a little, softly - lets his forehead fall to Rye's shoulder as he tries to just breathe]

[Every scrap of him is screaming for him to move, but somehow, somehow, he manages to stay still]

...yeah. Yeah, sure.

[protectshisown]

Thanks.

[His hand moves back to gently pet through Hurricane's hair, evening out his breathing, keeping himself relax. Slowly he gets used to the feeling of being filled, being so close to Hurricane.]

[He let's out a shuddering breath after a minute or two.] Okay. Okay, slow at first. Getting used to you, how it feels...