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]

[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]

[protectshisown]

[It feels like all Rye can do is hold on. He hasn't had sex a lot with guys, let alone getting fucked by them. Its an intense feeling, made all the more now that Hurricne has let go. His pace is quick, erratic, hard, and its exactly what Rye had been craving, but its new and so much. He can't predict him enough to even prepare for it.]

[So he loses himself in the feeling. His fingers dig into Hurricane's back, head thrown back, mouth wide, trying to breathe as his moans echo around the room, mixed with a sharp cry that sounds more and more like a dob as Hurricane manages to hit that spot. His cock has started to drool precum, landing on his navel.] Yes yes yesyesyes-! [Breathless, high, desperate pleas for Hurricabe to keep going.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[How could he ever say no to that?]

[He whines somewhere low in his throat as his hips work, every forward press borderline too much, every backward pull just as good. He's vaguely aware that Rye's cock is pressed between them, still untouched - manages, somehow, to function through the haze of pleasure enough to shift his weight so that he can reach for it]

[When his fingers close around the length of it, the strokes are clumsy and uncoordinated - but they keep the same erratic, almost frantic pace as the motion of Hurricane's hips]

[protectshisown]

[He feels fingers wrap around his cock, pumping hard and fast and clumsy and so much. Words are beyond him, devolving to moans and keening whines, loud and echoing in the room, mixed with the choked sound whenever Hurricane slams into that spot.]

[Hurricane is going to have marks from the fingers digging into shoukders, Rye's leg wrapped tight around him, helping to pull his hips up hard to meet his thrusts and help push up into his hand. He's shaking now, tears in his eyes, and gasping for air.] C-close-

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He nods, unsteady - bites his own lip, hard, and tries to redouble the pace]

[There's only so much he can do - so much further he can push himself - and his control is fraying more with every thrust, with every buck of Rye's hips. He's teetering on the edge, himself, unable to resist the expression on Rye's face or the sounds he's making]

[He opens his mouth to reply, but the next thrust punches the breath out of him, and all he manages is a low keening sound, instead]

[protectshisown]

[Only so much he can do, but only so much he needed to do. Hurricane is moving harder, faster, making those noises that go right to his cock. Rye feels dizzy just from not breathing properly between the cries of pleasure, all loud and shameless and utterly wanton.]

[Its only a few moments more before the mounting pleasure finally snaps and uncoils. He comes with a choked shout, cumming hard between their bodies in spurts, his inner walls clamping tight around Hurricane's cock, pleasure pulsing through him, leaving him in a daze of pleasure, still holding on tight. He shakes under Hurricane, whining and whimpering in release.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The extra tightness, the extra friction when Rye starts to come is overwhelming. Surely the sounds he's making aren't helping, those soft whines and whimpers, and the way he shakes when he releases]

[All at once, Hurricane is catapulting over the edge. He cries out as he comes, long ad shaky and loud - holds onto Rye as best he can, hips twitching in stutters that are nothing like a rhythm]

[protectshisown]

[Its impossinle to miss Hurricane's climax, loud and desperate and long, long enough for him to be able to focus enough to study his face in bliss. Even as the movement prolonfs his orgasm, a few more twitches of his cock at the needy movement, the rush of heat inside him.]

[He whimpers as he whines down, leg still atound his waist, arms around his shoulders to keep him there.] Hurticane....

[crossmyheartandhope]

[When the pleasure recedes, he collapses forward, arms trembling to support his weight - just breathing, hot panted breaths there against Rye's shoulder]

[protectshisown]

[His grip on Hurricane slowly loosens, panting heavily, letting his eyes drift close. His hand wanders up to slowly pet his hair.]

You did good. [A soft murmur.] Gods, that felt amazing....

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He flushes at those words - at the feel of that hand petting through his hair, and how good it all feels]

[When he speaks, his voice is shaky and a little rough:]

...yeah. That was.

Yeah.

[protectshisown]

[A soft chuckle.] Yeah. Sounds about right. [He's content to just lay here a few minutes, petting Hurricane's hair, hand resting on his back.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He relaxes into a boneless heap for a few long moments, just trying to get his breath back - realizes, belatedly, that he's probably squishing Rye, and eases himself slowly away, to settle beside him, instead]

[protectshisown]

[Really, with the metal leg between his, there is a lot of squish avoided. A little squish is nice.]

[There's a soft groan as Hurricane fully pulls out, Rye turning to face him and keep him close.] Gonna have to do that again in the future, I think.