dreampost: even more after dark edition (V)

[wotanon]

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

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[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay. Okay, uh - lemme try.

[He pulls back a little, maybe an inch or two - shudders, hard, and presses back in, slow and decidedly unsteady]

[protectshisown]

[Rye groans softly, shuddering as he feels him move.]

Gods, that does feel good.

[He opens his eyes, looking at Hurricane.] Struggling to keep control, huh? [Smiling, a bit amused.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Flushes, and glances away]

You feel, like... real good, dude.

[He pulls back out again, just a little - presses back in, as shaky as before, as slow as before]

[protectshisown]

You do too.

[He reaches up, a hand on Hurricane's cheek, leaning up to kiss him again. Moaning into the kiss as he moves again.]

Put a hand on my waist. Maybe also hooked under my knee. Makes it...easier. [Whispered, face flush, and biting his lip.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He bobs his head a couple of times, uncertain - swallows, and moves to position himself as directed]

[He moves again, after that - that same shallow roll of his hips, barely enough to tease - repeats it, two times, and then three, until he's shuddering, hard, each time his hips ease forward]

[protectshisown]

[Rye feels himself go red, because this definitely opens him up more, makes him feel more on display, but it also lets Hurricane push in a little deeper and it's So Much.]

[But it doesn't hurt, each movement feeling like a lot, but not difficult, feeling used to being so filled.]

[He wants more, he wants to feel it more and he lets out a shuddery breath, hands on Hurricane's cheeks and making him look at him.] Okay.

Fuck me how you want.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Hurricane's eyes flicker over his face, watchful and shy and a little uncertain]

You sure? You ain't, like...?

[protectshisown]

[He's just going to pull him into a hungry, wanting kiss for a few moments.]

I'm sure. [He moves his leg from behind Hurricane, bracing it on the bed to cant his hips up a little more.] Please Hurricane, I want to feel you like that.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay.

[He licks at his lips - ducks his head a little]

Okay. Uh. Lemme know if I ain't doing it right or something.

[He takes a shaky breath in - pulls out farther, this time, before pressing back in. Repeats the motion, still a little unsteady]

[protectshisown]

I'll let you know if it stops feeling good.

[He lets out a shaky breath as he moves, hands moving to Hurricane's chest, more idly exploring as the other moves, moaning softly as he gets more of the friction he needs.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He nods - bites at his lip, brow furrowed as though in concentration]

[He starts to move a little faster, now, breath hitching as his picks up the pace - finding a rhythm that's not as tentative, anymore]

[protectshisown]

[His breath hitches then, tightening around him briefly with each push in.] Yeah. Y-yeah, like that. [His hands move up, thumbs teasing his nipples.] Keep going, feels good. [More soft moans leave him, hips rolling to meet his.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath hitches as Rye's fingers find his nipples; he jolts forward, without meaning to, a much harder thrust before he forces himself to slow again, to what he was doing when Rye said it felt good]

You think, like...

[He bites at his lip again - shudders, as he presses inward on the next stroke]

You think we can hit that one spot like this?

[protectshisown]

[He gasps, arching under him at the harder thrust, a shudder going through him with a whine.]

Y-yeah, just need the...the angle to- [His breath hitches and he cants his hips up a little more.] That's-that's close.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah?

[He shifts his hips a little, for the next press inward]

That hotter or colder?

[protectshisown]

[Its still so slow, so careful, even as he moves more, and it just makes him want mor-]

[Except then he brushes over that spot and his hips jerk closer, tightening around Hurricane, moaning loudly.] H-hotter. Lot hotter-!

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah?

[He eases his hips back - presses forward again, shuddering, trying to keep the angle the same]

That it?

[protectshisown]

[Rye whines at that, hips bucking, and again, he gets tighter briefly around him, hands gripping Hurricane's side.] Y-yeah, that's....that's it. Fuck.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He groans when Rye tightens around him - bucks forward against him, like before, hips moving on their own accord to make a sharp thrust before he can get it under control]

Okay.

...okay.

I'm gonna try and, like -

[He starts to move again, biting down on his lip, doing his level best to aim for that spot as he tries to find a rhythm again. He may or may not be trembling, a little, with the effort of holding back]

[protectshisown]

[There's a loud gasp at the sharp buck, head falling back. And then Hurricane was moving, more steady, but hitting that spot, pulling gasps and moans, inner walls tightening briefly in response to every brush.]

Gods-Hurricane r-right there, keeping hitting-

[His hands are wandering over his chest and sides, holding on at points as a particularly loud moan leaves him, panting heavily and flushed.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath hitches every time Rye tightens around him; he's breathing like he just ran a marathon, already, head bowed forward, teeth making indents in his lower lip]

[He can't quite help a whimper, at the sound of Rye's voice like that - can't quite tamp down on the impulse to press in again, unsteady and urgent]

[His free hand starts to wander, trailing over a bare thigh, fingers brushing back and forth, forth and back, restless]

[protectshisown]

[Pleasure shoots up Rye's spine with each thrust in, brushing against that spot. It makes his mind fuzz out in the best sort of way, between that and wandering hands, its more than enough to work him up.]

[But not enough to miss Hurricane holding back and the pace is slow enough he can still think. To want more.]

[His hand moves up to the back of his neck, pulling him close and kissing him hard. He nips and licks at his lips a few moments before pulling back just a few inches.]

Don't hold back. I wo-won't feel this tomorrow like this. [He hooks his leg behind him, pulling him closer.] Fuck me hard, Hurricane.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He makes a soft sound into the kiss - presses in, for more]

[By the time Rye breaks it, he looks (even more) wrecked - swallows, with difficulty, and nods]

Yeah. I - okay.

Here - here goes.

[When he pulls out again, it's as unsteady as before, but the next stroke in is sharper, faster, the sensation of it enough to press the air out of his lungs all in a rush. He whines as his hips start to pick up the pace, more urgent now, dictated by need more than design]

[protectshisown]

[There it was, another sharp thrust that pulls a keening whine from him. Except this time, its not followed by another slow down. No, its followed by another sharp thrust. Then another and another and its like the air has been knocked out of Rye's lungs.]

Oh gods- [The gasp is breathless and high, his grip tightens at Hurricane's back, arching ubder him, hips rolling to try and match that pace as every push in sends pleasure shooting through him, followed by another wave before the previous is gone, and leaving him tight, inner walls pulsing around his cock.] Yes-fuck yes please-!

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He ducks his head, just trying to breath; is panting open-mouthed now, hair falling into his face]

[His hips can't seem to stop moving, lurching forward again, and again, and again, pressing greedily forward into pleasure that's mind-meltingly good. He's not hitting that spot every time anymore - can't hold himself steady enough for it, is having trouble thinking about anything but the breathtaking need for more - but he makes up for it in force, in desperation, the rhythm picking up speed even as it becomes more erratic]