dreampost: even more after dark edition (V)

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[protectshisown]

[Rye shivered, eyes trailing over Hurricane, watching him move so desperately.] Gods, the way you look right now...

[He pulls out his fingers slowly, settling himself between his legs. He picks up the lube to spread it over his length with a soft groan, but making sure there was plenty. It was a first for Hurricane, after all.]

[A hand moves to Hurricane's thigh, pulling him closer and hiking up his hips, lining himself up.] Relax, okay? I'm going to go slow.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He makes a soft little keening sound, when Rye withdraws his fingers, hips still working restlessly against the air - against contact he doesn't have anymore]

[He can't seem to tear his eyes away from Rye's hand and the slow track it takes over his own cock, glistening where his fingers spread the lube]

[He takes a couple of deep, steadying breaths - nods, not trusting his voice. His cock has formed a small puddle of precome, there where it rests against his stomach]

[protectshisown]

[Rye takes another few moments to look over Hurricane, how he moves, how desperate he is.] You're gonna lose your mind, aren't you? Its gonna be so hot to see.

[He presses his head to his hole, taking a steadying breath, before slowly pushing in. He breathes in sharply, grip tighening on Hurricane's thigh as he feels the tight heat around him.] Fuck.

[He keeps composure though, pushing in slow and steady, breathing getting heavier.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Hurricane's breathing hitches; his mouth falls open and his head tips back, all of the air punched out of his lungs in a long, slow groan]

Oh my god. Oh my god, dude.

[protectshisown]

[Rye shudders as he watches Hurricane react, feels his tight he is. His grip is tight on his thigh, the other gripping his hip as he pushes in, inch by inch, pulling back a bit when its harder only to push back in.]

Gods, you're so tight. It feels so amazing and I'm not even fully inside you, fuck, you're gonna make me cum so hard.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Hurricane whines - squirms beneath him, and can't quite keep his hips from hitching upward, restless. It's a lot, and he needs the slow pace, but at the same time he needs more right now, and the juxtaposition is killing him, a little]

[His chest is heaving like he just ran a mile; he opens his mouth like he means to reply to that, but instead all that comes out is another whine, needier than the first]

[protectshisown]

You're already falling apart, huh? That's fine. More than fine. Maybe I should make you cum now, just when I'm fully buried inside you. Feel it when you're completely filled.

[His hand moves from his thigh to lightly brush over his cock.] Then when you're still sensitive, fuck you in earnest. Until you're hard and cum again.

[He licks his lips, hand going to his hip, and pushing in the last inch with a deep groan.] Maybe....maybe I'll stay inside you the rest of the night. Fuck you everytime you make me hard until we both pass out.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He groans, long and shameless - can't seem to make his hips stop working, tiny restless little rocking motions that do nothing to give him what he needs]

[When Rye's hand brushes against his cock, Hurricane presses up into it, borderline desperate]

I - yes, yeah, that's - come on, dude, please -

[What part he's saying yes to is a little unclear, but he is very enthusiastic]

[protectshisown]

[Rye hums, grabbing his hips and holding him still, hips flushed flush to his ass.] Hmmm. Gods, you really are so tight. So warm. Its so good being inside you.

[He leans down to whisper in his ear.] Yeah, I think I'm gonna stay inside you. You'll get me hard again so fast, gonna absolutely wreck you with how much I'm gonna fuck you.

But first. [One hand lets go to wrap around his cock, and starts pumping in earnest.] I want to feel how tight you are when you cum.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Rye - oh - j-jesus. I -

[It doesn't take long]

[Rye gets maybe ten good strokes in before Hurricane cries out, voice reedy and wavering, the muscles in his thighs going taut]

[His feet scrabble at the bed for purchase, trying to push up into it - then he goes still, all at once, coming hard]




[He is very tight when he comes, it's true]

[protectshisown]

[It really doesn't take long. Its a thrilling thing, seeing how quickly he coild make Hurricane come undone, how he arches and writhes under him, desperate and wanton, and the way he sounds send electricity down his spine.]

[His hand still pumps him through his orgasm, but the pace far less steady as he feels Hurricane tense around him, a choked groan leaving him, unable to help, but rock his hips at least an inch or two.] Gods, you're like a vic-

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The pitch of his whine ticks up a notch as Rye's hips start to rock - at the feel of Rye's hand on his cock]

[The last of the aftershocks leave him breathless, eyes fluttering closed as his mouth falls open, pulsing around the feel of Rye inside him, so deep and hot and present]

[It take a long, long few seconds before he shifts as a little, the whine taking on a different tone as pleasure begins to change to oversensitivity]

[protectshisown]

[Rye doesn't stop his hips as Hurricane cums, unable to resist the feeling. He keeps the movement shallow, still wanting to be mostly in him, to have the other feel him.]

[He moves his hand away as the last of his orgasm leaves him, but his hips don't stop. Still slow, shallow, even as the whine changes, watching Hurricane's face intently.] Go or pause?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His mouth is open, panted breaths; his eyes are squeezed shut. He shudders and shifts]

Keep - keep going.

[protectshisown]

If it gets bad, tell me.

[But he's looking at him with hungry eyes.] Because I did say fuck you in earnest. [A warning as he pulls out halfway before thrusting back in with a groan, starting a pace. Slow at first, but building with every thrust, Rye's breathing getting rough and ragged between his moans.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Hurricane keens as he starts to move - gasps, oversensitive, but can't help but move with him, bearing down with every thrust]

O-oh my god. Oh my god -

[protectshisown]

Good gods- [he moans, loud and needy, thrusting quicker, needy, almost desperate as he seeks more of that friction-]

[But only for a bit, going for quick only a minute bedore burying himself with a shaky groan.]

[Then a deep breath. Letting it out before gripping his hips. And using slower thrusts, angling his hips to find that spot.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Hurricane yelps when Rye finds that spot - scrabbles to clutch at his back and draw him closer, trying to get more]

Keep - keep going. Keep -

[protectshisown]

There it is. [He's breathless as he says it, Hurricane's reaction an intoxicating sight. His grip tightens at his hips, and he pulls out slow before thrusting in, hard, aiming directly for that spot every time. Starting a sedate, but hard pace.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh my god, dude.

Oh, jesus. Oh -

[The rest of that sentence is garbled, lost in a low, heartfelt moan]

[protectshisown]

Gods, just....look at you. Just came and already-already losing words. Always so wonderfully eager- [He moans, long and loud, picking up a little speed, but more focused on keeping the hard thrusts ibto that spot.]

And you're so tight...feel so good around me. How does it feel, Hurricane? I wanna know.

[crossmyheartandhope]

F-feels - good. Feels so good.

S'like - full, and you keep hitting -

[He breaks off with another groan on the next inward thrust, rocking his hips up to meet it]

[protectshisown]

[Rye groans, leaning down to kiss and nibble along his neck, a hand remaining on his hip to help his thrusts, but the other starting to wander.]

You s-sound amazing.

[crossmyheartandhope]

You feel amazing.

Oh Jesus Christ, dude, that's - k-keep -

[His brains seems to be having a hard time actually finishing any sentences,]

[protectshisown]

Gods, Hurricane- [He tries to keep the pace a little longer, but Hurricane is tight and warm, and he needs more. He only manages a few more hard thrusts before he starts moving faster, thrusts not so consistently precise, but still hitting that spot frequently.]