wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[ what really matters is that everyone here is having fun! even the bird. he does tip his head as he watches the bird -- he notices the more defined thoughts in it and his lips twist, wry. he lifts one of his thoroughly-bloodied hands up to his lips, licking some of the fingertips clean. ]

Perhaps you're not well-read enough! Is a trip to the library due?

Ah—

[ reflexively, she tugs hard on his hair, holding tight to what purchase she has, because, fuck. she halfway falls back against the ??bed??, and makes a low, very compromised-sounding grunt, forgetting entirely anything else she was about to say. ]

[Library. Levity does remember the library! The scenery wavers and shifts, changes without changing visibly. But this certainly is a lot more library-esque now, even if Levity's corpse isn't going anywhere. The bird looks around and shuffles its feet, slightly disapprovingly. It doesn't seem to like the change much? But it does direct Absinthe a Look, as if to say that, well, you got us here, great job. What now.]

[good thing he has a hard head, huh? the amount of punches he's surely taken. but when he has to fight against her grip, there's a half laugh that rumbles from the back of his throat.

if they're fighting, he's counting this as a win.

it makes complete sense, after all, as he ignores her grip to relentlessly ]

[ if you'd asked her several minutes ago whether it was possible to suck someone off in a way that made them a jerk she would have said no and she would have been wrong,

she has to yank her fingers out of his hair to steady herself properly, gasping out— ]

Too much—I'm, hhh—can't, much more...

-- Ah! There we are. How convenient.

[ it's something Absinthe could have done himself, for the dream, but this works just as well! he spins around, tapping his chin, debating what section to peruse before he strolls towards the classics (tm). ]

Have you spent much time here yet?

[There is! Another wave of Dislike(TM) from the bird! Don't talk to it like it's Levity! To demonstrate the point, it pushes over a random chair angrily, beaking at it for good measure, but does eventually follow Absinthe.

Courtesy of its evolving mind, a grumpy answer arrives. Levity has not been here too much, but he wants to. Read the bible with Cardinal.]

You love it. [His fingers lightly rub at the back of Hurricane's neck, slowly pulling the zipper, whispering in his ear.] You love all the dirty things I say to you. What I want to do to you. Me describing how I'd fuck you give the chance. Or how I'm going to as I have you under my hands.

[He breathes in sharply at that admission,hips jerking forward hard.] Good. [His hand slips under his clothes with the zipper down, needing to touch, to feel Hurricane's skin.]

I love that thought. You in bed with your phone, hand desperately working your cock as you watch what you do to me. How hard you get me.

I'll send you another. Next time I wake up aching for you. [He nips his earlobe.] Maybe even show you my new toys.

Good...good.

[Kyouhei smiles with condescending approval. Lily continues to watch the proceedings, sipping at her drink. He's giving her so much more than he could ever know this way. Ah, the rewards of seeking and embracing the new just cannot be denied.

So, why not push it further?]

I'm gonna come!

[Ydar comes first, Refan soon after. Max has been stroking himself and is close. Cade isn't far behind them, shuddering and pulling on levity's hair violently before he comes into and on it. Max is last but far from the least. Streams of hot white hit and splash against Levity. On his hair, his face, shoulders, upper chest, and back.

Kyouhei's face is almost ugly in its dark sadism. He's been holding on waiting for this moment, but he can't anymore. Levity's mouth is just too tantalising and he chuckles richly, becoming a groan. He'll be kind, he'll warn him.]

Ready or not--

[Here he comes. Kyouhei pushes as deep as Levity will take him--and then deeper still--coming again and again in hot, thick spurts. He pulls himself slowly out of his mouth so that he can savour the taste on his tongue before releases a final spurt on his face.

Then he shoves him to the floor.

Everyone takes out their phones to snap photos of Vivi being covered in their seed. Kyouhei licks his lips, his tone breathy and low with his satisfaction.]

What a lovely painted whore you make, Levity. The sin of your mistakes becomes you.

[Refan and Ydar laugh, delighted. Cade looks at Levity with burning eyes.]

Whew, you sure know how to treat a guy, Vi, but you're not done yet, y'know?

[Refan and Ydar lift him up by the arm and the hair, Refan shoving him not against Lily's desk, but another table. He's immediately rubbing himself between his cheeks, still so very hard despite coming.]

Not by a long shot--what? Hey!

[Suddenly Refan is shoved aside by Cade, only to be caught by Ydar and given a friendly pat on his back like this couldn't be helped.

Cade speaks, all fiery desire and desperation as he starts to rub himself against Levity's entrance with a deep groan.]

L-Levity--I've wanted to do this for so long!

[Refan shrugs and rolls with this.]

Pfft, so it's like that, huh? Fiiiine. Well, he's still got another hole.

[So declaring he climbs up onto the table and runs his fingers down his lips.]

Hey. You want a taste, yeah? You're still craving it. Of course, you are....

I'm sorry, Levity--but I can't wait anymore! I've waited too long for this already!

[Cade starts to press his impressive girth into Levity without any lube or preparation, but it doesn't tear or hurt either of them as it should, it just feels hot and thick as he starts to be filled.]

[Underneath the bodysuit, his skin is warm, actually the temperature it ought to be; it matches the way he looks, flushed and heated from the feel of Rye moving against him]

[He shudders hard at the nip to his earlobe - at the words leaving Rye's mouth. His hips haven't stopped moving yet, restless and searching, and every couple of thrusts, he shivers hard and grinds against Rye as he presses against him, finding an angle that's just right]

O-oh yeah? What, uh. What'd you get?

Oh do not throw a tantrum. It will be educational for you!

[ he's perusing, curious if anything about the dream-library pops out. would they be familiar titles orr .... no tittles since Levity hasn't been around here much? ]

[Absinthe is RUDE and bird is reconsidering whether he's friend after all. Bird doesn't have much interest in learning about these human things! They're here for Absinthe's benefit. He should be grateful it's indulging him.

There are, indeed, rather few titles, and the collection is... varied. Some books on botany, history of holidays, the bible, metalworking, chemistry, history of art, some volumes of poetry, particularly Blake, and an inevitable Shakespeare tome.]

[ he runs his fingers along their spines -- which probably grosses them up some, sorry about that! it turns out even licking his fingertips didn't do a great job of getting the blood off. ]

See? We have many options. I've heard that Shakespeare was a master of tragedies.

[Wow, who would have thought putting your blood covered hands in your blood covered mouth doesn't help clean them much. The bird watches impassively - it doesn't much care what happens to the books, and when Absinthe offers his commentary it steps closer to take the volume of Shakespeare from the shelf with its beak, then totters off to a table without glancing at Absinthe. It's more than certain that he'll follow, and it would like to get back the control of the situation. It doesn't much appreciate Absinthe waltzing in and making Levity change things as though he owns the place. It's not your psyche, stinkman, and the bird sees itself above Levity, too, so these changes are! Uncomfortable!]

[There is a brief pause at that feeling-]

[Then he continues. Hand drifting over his skin, slowly starting to peel the suit off, his other hand moving down his body, slow and to his ass, groping it and gripping it to help grind a bit harder.]

I got a vibrator. It doesn't feel as good when you let go, and fuck me hard, but it feels good. Especially against that spot. But the fleshlight is really fun. [He nuzzles and kisses over his neck.] I figured I could use it on you because its see through. Could admire your pretty cock as you cum. But now you could see the whole show.

What it looks lije when I think about you inside me. And what it looks like when I cum in your tight hole.

[He moans, softly, as Rye works more of the suit down - as those strong hands take hold of his ass to bring them into closer contact]

[He's panting by now, hands running restless over Rye's chest and shoulders, skimming along his sides and ribcage. The motion is restless, almost greedy, like he needs to touch; he moans again, louder this time, at the combination of the glorious friction and the images painted by Rye's words]

A-aah. Jesus, dude. I ain't - I ain't gonna last, if you keep talking like that.

[Hearing her say that makes her cock twitch. There's a strange...sense of completion, happiness, acceptances at hearing it that she doesn't know how to place, but she's grateful for it.

It only drives her to fuck her faster, hips all but crashing against hers now with each thrust.]

Hmm, I know. I love that about you. Gods, still can't get over the first time I made you cum, it was at my words. The way you sounded. You really should send me a video one day. It'd get a lot of use.

[He arches into the touch, sighing softly, tugging more on the suit, lening back enough to get the material off over his head, desperate to feel more skin.] You look amazing when you cum. I can imagine it, but seeing it is so. Much. Better.

[And with that, he finally, finally kisses him, hard and needy, like a man in a dessert and Hurricane is the only oasis in a hundred miles.]

[Hurricane's lips part, as though he means to respond to that - but then Rye is kissing him, and honestly? Honestly, the kiss is more important than anything he could have thought to say]

[He presses into it like he needs it to breathe, all lips and teeth and tongue, and the hands still running over Rye's chest tremble, the flat of one thumb catching the edge of a nipple on their way up again]

[His legs tighten around Rye's back, lithe thighs trying to urge him in, draw him closer, beginning to shake as his hips work in needy little circles]

[There's a groan into the kiss, a mix of finally giving into the need, those teasing hands catching pert nipples, and where their hips meet. He kisses Hurricane with desperate want, tongue already exploring the eager mouth, teeth nipping at lips, as if to map even inch of it with his own mouth.]

[His hands move to his ass, gripping him firmly, shifting to slot their erections together through fabric, hips working to grind harder, a bit faster. Moving like he can't get enough now that he's given in to kiss him.]

[By all indications, Hurricane isn't going to last even if Rye isn't talking like that. His thighs are drawn up tight and trembling, the way they get just before he finishes; he makes a sound into the kiss as Rye slots their erections together, finally getting the angle just right]

[The kiss is urgent now, a little clumsy; the hands on Rye's chest come back down, both palms grazing over his nipples, this time. Hurricane's hips work almost feverishly, rubbing up against Rye with absolute abandon]

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[He can feel it, the tremble and tightness. Some part of him remembers, they're in public (or as public as dreams get). But Hurricane is urgent against him, touching him, feels so very nice and to not be in public means having to put distance between them and that's the absolute last thing he wants to do.]

[There's the jolt of pleasure from the palm over his nipples and frankly, public be damned, he decides. The audience has to see anyway.]

[He kisses Hurricane hard and hungry, deep and eager, moaning into the kiss, uncaring for finesse as just having more of him, hips rutting fast and hard against Hurricane, only encouraging his movements.]

[Rye can feel the way he stills as he comes, every muscle tight and trembling, hips losing their rhythm as the tight coil of pleasure finally builds up to the breaking point]

[Hurricane whines as he finishes, scrabbling at Rye's sides for something to hold onto, the kiss decidedly uncoordinated now as he loses himself in pleasure]

[He made the 'threat,' but there's something immensely satisfying about getting Hurricane to cum, still mostly dressed. Feeling him fall apart and scrambling against him.]

[He presses closr, hips still working with some urgency against him, drawing out his orgasm, the kiss clumsy, messy, but needy all the same.]

[He shakes and shudders against Rye, waves of pleasure rushing over him, the whine growing low and wavering the more Rye moves against him to draw it out]

[After a long, breathless few moments, some of the tension goes out of him; the shifting of his hips becomes less the needy twitches of orgasm and more awareness at how oversesnsitive his cock has become, now that they're finished]

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