wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[Rye shifts, dark eyes watching Hurricane play with himself.] Such a good boy. Keep singing, pet. I love how you sound.

[He guides his cock into his mouth, starting slow at first, a light suck as he bobs his head, getting used to the feeling again. He keeps one hand on his hip, eyes watching him with a lidded look.]

[As Hurricane begs, he moves a little farther down. As he plays with his nipples, any particularly hard tug gets a sharp, hard suck for several long moments, Rye groaning around him. He slowly builds taking more, more pressure, mixed with his tongue moving along the underside, pressing under the head.]

[He's not pressed against his throat yet though, taking his time to move down bit by bit, fingers still moving to hit that spot as they thrust in.]

((Realized I messed up hand logistics.))

[Every time Rye gives those sharp, hard sucks, Hurricane's breath hitches; his hips twitch, trying to press him up off the mattress and into Rye's mouth]

Oh, jesus. That's - good. That's r-real good. It's so - hot, and wet and - god, your tongue. Every time you hit that one spot, I about l-lose it.

[It seems to be a good reward system; certainly, it's encouraging Hurricane to be rougher with his nipples, twisting and tugging no matter how it makes him squirm, the pleasure-pain borderline too intense]

Keep - keep doing that, it feels so good. I wanna - I wanna go all the way in. Aahh, jesus, don't stop, that's - just like that, holy shit, dude, your mouth -

[His grip is hard on his hip. Without a doubt, its Wild City abilities, using strength Hurricane wasn't likely to beat in bed. Letting Rye work with little issue.]

[As Hurricane talks, he takes a little more into his mouth with each bob, he keeps groaning around his cock. When Hurricane says all the way in, he moves down sharply to take the head into his throat briefly, throat convulsing, before he pulls back, returning to his pace. The pace still calm and measured, mixed with the hard suck when Hurricane needs a reward.]

[He presses in a third finger finally, pressing them in deep. As the head of his cock finally reaches the back of his mouth, he keep up that depth, and his fingers move to thrust against that spot everytime, lingering to press against that bundle of nerves for several long moments between each thrust.]

[The strength is definitely doing its job; Rye can probably feel the way his hip flexes as he tries to jacknife straight up off the mattress, a long moan leaving him as Rye's fingers keep working at the right spot]

O-oh my god. Oh my god, that's - right there. Right there, keep - keep doing that. G-god, your fingers are - that spot's so good.

[His head falls back against the mattress; his toes curl, against the covers, eyes fluttering closed]

S-suck me, use - use your tongue, jesus, your mouth oughtta be illegal, I wanna be deeper, I want - I want you to get up here already and fuck me -

[It sounds like he's not sure what he wants, at this point - or maybe like he wants it all. Certainly his brain to mouth filter seems broken, and certainly he's aware of it, face flushed dark and turned away from the audience. Despite it all, though, he keeps working at his own nipples, harsh and relentless, needing the reward. He's starting to tremble, thighs drawing up tight the way they do when he gets close]

[Rye keeps him right at the edge as he speaks, sucking hard to reward for every hard tweak, pressing him deeper when he talks about his mouth, though only taking the head into his throat briefly before pulling back to bob his head. Sucking, tongue trailing the underside and along the head.]

[His fingers keep hitting that spot, working him open all the whole, but he can feel it under his hands, the tension and trembling, and when he's sure Hurricane is about to cum-]

[He pulls his mouth off with a soft pop, fingers only moving shallowly, just to work him open, but nowhere near that spot, slow and patient.]

Can't cum yet, pet. [His voice is already rough.] The first time you get to cum will be down my throat, when you're fucking it like the needy little thing you are. When you're so desperate, you don't care who sees.

And after that, I'm putting you on your knees and fucking you into the mattress.

[Hurricane groans, long and low, the sound pure frustration - tries to press up off the mattress, chasing after Rye's mouth, or trying to grind down against those fingers, to get them back where he needs them, or both]

J-jesus, dude. You can't - you can't just say stuff like that.

[He can't seem to decide what he wants more, though - ends up ineffectual at both, cock red and glistening, the hard length of it bobbing untouched against his stomach. As Rye watches, a drop of precome squeezes free, trickling down the length of him, and Hurricane groans again - squirms, panting open-mouthed]

Your mouth's so - good. G-god, the things you say. It makes it better - makes it worse - makes me want you so bad -

[He's reaching for himself before he can stop to think about it, one hand leaving his nipple to take his cock in hand, needing just another stroke or two to send him over the edge]

But its so fun. [He makes sure to pull his fingers back, so Hurricane can't get them in any deeper then just passed hus first knuckles. Hus mouth pulls away from the cock, kissing along his inner thighs, nipping the kiss.] You love when I say stuff like that. You like how I describe taking you to pieces. You like how I call out your wants.

You like knowing all the ways I could use my lovely fucktoy. [He bites hard at his thigh, before sucking hardon the skin to leave a dark mark.]

[He lets go of his hip to grab his wrist, pinning it to the bed with enhanced strength.] Ah, ah. Try to touch yourself again right now....

Well, I'll do what I said. But after you cum down my throat, I'm putting you in a cock ring. And....maybe I'll use my pheromones. Fuck you when you're blocked up, wanting me so bad....maybe the way you earn it off will involve our audience. So you can never forget they're there, watching my lovely pet.

[Hurricane jolts, as Rye nips at his thigh, hips twitching upward to press his cock desperately into nothing. He lets out a shuddering moan, as Rye sucks on the sensitive skin hard enough to leave a mark, the intense sensation so close to where he wants to be touched a vicious tease. His hips keep rocking, helpless and restless, trying to work Rye's fingers deeper inside him]

G-god, I was so close. Keep - keep touching me, I want - jesus, please, s-suck me off, put your fingers deeper, touch that spot again -

[His cock twitches again, hard, as Rye pins his wrist and mentions the cock ring in combo with the pheromones; a new drop of precome squeezes free from the tip to trail down the length of him, the soft wet tickle of its trail a reminder of what he really needs]

O-oh my god. I'd lose my mind. It'd be - jesus, it'd be good. Or - or bad, in a real good way. That one power of yours - g-god, it gets right to me. Gets - gets under my skin, makes me wanna come so bad I can't stand it.

[He flushes, dark, at the reminder of the audience; it's that humiliation, more than anything, that keeps his other hand in place on his nipple, instead of reaching to ease the ache of throbbing cock]

Edited 2021-02-10 17:12 (UTC)

[Rye hums, still keeping his fingers teasingly shallow, focused more on stretching him then pleasuring him. He kisses along Hurricane's thighs, moving his hand from his wrist to along his leg, deciding to use his flexibility to hook one onto the edge of the bed, spreading him out more.]

Gods, you really like me pinning you down. I'll have to do that when I fuck you. Keep you right where I want you as I fill this tight ass. [His fingers move in sharply, thrusting hard against the spot once, before pulling back to those shallow thrusts.]

[He watches that trail form as he bites again on the opposite thigh, sucking hard to leave another mark.] It gets to you, not being able to cum. [He leans forward, dragging his tongue lightly along his cock, just enough to pick up the trail.] Put you in a ring. Release the pheromones. Remember, they last an hour. But if you're good, if you beg pretty enough on your own, I'll let you cum. Just after I've used you for a few rounds myself.

[He really is flexible; his leg goes easily, spreading him almost obscenely wide. He flushes, a little, at being put so on display - bites at his lip. He can't help the way his hips are still rocking, trying to get those fingers in deeper]

Y-yeah. It's real hot, when you pin me down. When - when you get to decide what I can and can't do.

[When Rye's fingers finally relent and seek out the spot inside him again, he groans long and low - grinds down on them, trying to get more]

[But all too soon they're pulling back, and he shudders, hard, cock bobbing in open air. He shifts and shivers as Rye sucks a mark onto his own thigh - outright whimpers, when his tongue traces the length of his cock]

Oh, jesus - that's - keep doing that. Christ, please, I - your tongue's so good. I can't - I - it really gets me going, not being able to finish. I feel like - like I'm gonna go crazy. I -

[The flush is all the way to his ears, by now; his cock leaks another long trail of precome, but this time he doesn't reach to take it in hand. He reaches instead for his own mouth - bites down, hard, on the fleshy part of his thumb to shut himself up]

Then I think I will. Face buried in the mattress, legs spread, hands pinned on your back, my cock pounding you hard that not even the bed could muffle you. [He nips sharply at a new spot.] Your cock leaking pre as the cock ring holds you tight. My pheromones in the air. [He sucks hard on the new spot.]

I think I'd start it when I started to push into you. So you could feel it take hold as I fill you. Start slow and gentle, until you're begging me to fuck out your brains. [He nuzzles the bruises with affection.]

[He watches Hurricane bite diwn on his hand and he hums, licking once along the length of him, slow and careful.] I'm not gonna suck you off unless you're talking. Otherwise, I can just do this. [Another long, slow lick along the shaft.

[Hurricane whines, long and low, as Rye lays out what's going to happen - the position, and the pinned hands, and the cock ring, and the pheromones. His cock jerks, hard, at the combination of the words and the suction against his thigh, sharp and intense and good, and not at all what he needs]

[He whines again, softly, as Rye lays out the possibility that he'll let the pheromones kick in as he starts - that they'll gradually build, even as Rye fucks him. A new drop of precome wells up and then spills, cock twitching in anticipation]

[When Rye gives another teasing lick, he groans - can't help but try to press up off the mattress and into the heat of Rye's tongue, back arching hard]

[He flushes darker still - takes his hand away from his mouth, shaky and reluctant. The words spill out immediately, like that was all that had been keeping them at bay:]

Don't - I need - I need more than that. Jesus, please, suck me off already, take me - take me in your mouth, I wanna - I wanna go deep, I want your tongue, I want you to suck me so bad -

[Rye grins as Hurricane talks, his free hand moving down to pump himself a few times with a low groan. His own cock is hard, pre trailing down, watching and listening to Hurricane get overwhelmed.] That's my good pet. Gods, I can't tell you how ready I am to be inside you. But first...

[He lifts up his hand, licking off the pre, before settling it on Hurricane's thigh, thumb rubbing a circle over a mark.] Keep talking. I'll accept being unable to form words from pleasure, but if you try to stop yourself on purpose, I stop sucking.

[His grip tightens on his thigh and his mouth returns to his cock. Taking the head, then moving down, down, taking his length at a steady pace until he's at his throat.]

[Then further, taking him in deeper still, until his lips are at the base, swallowing around his head with a muffled groan.]

[His eyes flicker out and away, toward Rye's hand and the sight of it on his cock, stroking slowly. He groans at the visual - squirms, hips working helplessly against the hold. His own cock, curved hard and red against his stomach, gives another long twitch, a new drop of precome trailing down the length of it]

I - jesus, yes, I want you to fuck me. I want you to - to put it in, I want your fingers deeper, I - god, suck me, take me in your mouth, I won't stop talking, just, jesus, suck me off, please.

[The words stutter to a stop for a moment as Rye finally takes his cock into his mouth, a long, wavering moan shuddering out of him. His hips press upward, working helplessly against Rye's hold]

O-oh my god, that's - just like that, that feels so good. H-holy crap, your mouth is so good, your tongue's so hot, and w-wet, and - [His voice breaks, when Rye swallows, hips flexing sharply as he attempts to buck up into it] Jesus, yes, that - do that again, that feels amazing, keep - keep going -

[Rye's hand grips his thigh tight, keeping him pinned down for nowvas he takes him deeper. His cock is hard against his stomach, pre trailing down the length to his thigh as Hurricane talks, as he feels the weight on his tongue, the stretch of his mouth. The words pool inside him, hearing Hurricane wrecked, hearing what he wants.]

[His fingers are still shallow, as he moves his head. Only a few inches, getting used to Hurricane entering hus throat, sucking lightly, swallowing around the head with soft groan.]

[Until finally, he moves his hand off his thigh, moving down to take his cock, and begin stroking himself at a sedate pace. He looks up at Hurricane, his cock just outside Rye's throat. He holds his head still. His fingers, however, sharply thrust in deep against that spot and begins to do so repeatedly.]

[He whines and shivers as Rye works him deeper, hips flexing against the hold, squirming to try and move, to press further into the incredible wet heat]

Ah, god, yeah, that's - that's perfect, that feels - that feels so good. Your mouth is so hot, I just - g-god, I need more, I need you to suck me off, I need -

[The words taper off as Rye takes him deeper in; he whines, softly, at the light suction and the feel of Rye's throat working as he swallows]

Jesus, that's good. That's - every time you do that it feels like I'm about to lose it. S'just - this ripple, and g-god, your mouth oughtta be illegal, it feels too good, it -

[That's about as far as he gets, before Rye's fingers find that spot inside him. His words cut off with a startled cry of pleasure; his hips, no longer held in place by Rye's grip, jackknife up off the mattress, pressing him forward the rest of the way into Rye's throat. He rocks in time with the thrusts of Rye's fingers, grinding back against the pressure agaisnt that spot inside him, pressing up ito the soft wet heat of Rye's mouth]

O-oh my god, that's - y-yeah, there, touch me there. It feels so good - just like that, keep going, please, god -

[Rye is always surprised how good it feels, letting Hurricne thrust into his mouth, letting him freely move into his throat, and there's a loud, muffled groan the first time he does. Its hard, a bit painful, but the stretch, the heat, it makes his toes curl, and his own cock ache. And with Hurrucane talking, rambling about how good it feels....]

[It just makes him feel hotter.]

[He keeps up the attention. He sucks Hurricane's cock lightly, best he can without hindering his movements, but largely holds his head still, letting Hurricane move how he wishes, only really pressing in as he thrusts up, and swallowing around the head eagerly. Movement he encourages all the while, fingers thrusting in hard, aiming to slam into that spot all the while. Not every time, but he gets it most of the time.]

[His other hand is still working his cock as he does so, adding moans into the mix, a vibration to the sucks and swallows. Letting himself give into heat and need as he deep throats the other.]

[Hurricane moans, long and low, the first time Rye swallows around him; gasps, and shudders, and presses up into that glorious wet heat]

O-oh my god, dude. Your mouth is so good. Your throat feels - feels amazing. G-god, I'm gonna keep waking up hard from dreaming about this.

[He's been watching the level of his voice for most of this, too embarrassed by the presence of the audience; but now, for the first time, he's starting to creep a little louder, too lost in pleasure to mind his own volume]

[One of his hands has crept back to his nipples, rubbing at the hard nub restlessly; the other settles shakily in Rye's hair, holding on as though he needs it to ground himself]

G-god - right there, go harder, your fingers are so thick. I want - want you in me, want you to - to plow me into the bed, aah, jesus -

[It's probably not hard to recognize Hurricane's tells by now; his hips are working feverishly, pressing him up into the wet heat of Rye's mouth and down against those thrusting fingers. His thighs are drawn up tight and trembling, toes curling against the covers of the bed]

Edited 2021-02-14 18:55 (UTC)

[At the thought of Hurricane dreaming of this, at Hurricane getting louder, knowing he's getting that into it, Rye just groans louder around him, sucking a bit harder. He looks up with dark, hungry eyes, watching him play with his own nipples, and he just grips his own cock harder, pumping it hard enough to be audible.]

[As Hurricane talks, as they move, Rye's own sounds get louder. Muffled with the weight of Hurricane's cock pressing in deep, but there's the vibrations added. Rye is moving his head with those thrusts, matching Hurricane's pace to press him in faster. Sucking on his cock eagerly, and swallowing with every push into his throat.]

[His fingers don't relent, only get more determined as Hurricane tenses, curls up. His thrusts get shorter, no longer pulling out anymore than an inch or two, so he can keep thrusting hard and fast against that spot, to hit it every time.]

[The words are breathless, now, rushed - strung together like he can't get them out fast enough]

God, yes, there, right there, it's - christ, your mouth is so hot, your - your throat is so good, I -

[The words give way to a heartfelt groan; Hurricane's back bows up off the mattress, driving him as deep as he can go. Every part of him goes still and tense; his eyes flutter closed, and his mouth falls open]

[And... nothing happens. His cock twitches hard, buried in the wet heat of Rye's mouth, but nothing leaves it except a new blurt of precome]

[The moan tapers off into a long, wavering whine of frustration, and Hurricane's hips begin to move again, shaky and arhythmic]

Keep - keep going. I'm so close, I -

T-touch me more, I'm almost -

[Rye waits for it, waits for the orgasm he's sure is coming, eyes lidded as he watches Hurricane arch and moan, feels him thrust into his throat.]

[His hand has to pull away from his cock, getting too close to coming to risk it, intent on Hurricane's satisfaction-]

[And he doesn't come. A new dollop of pre, but even as he thrusts, it doesn't come.]

[The audience...? Then he just needs more. His hand reaches up for Hurricane's, tightening his grip, moaning encouragingly. Then his hand moves up to a nipple, starting to pinch and twist it hard. He presses his fingers in and this time, there's no thrusting, just a rough massage against the bundle of nerves.]

[He sucks harder on his cock, swallowing the head constantly, threatening to choke himself as he bobs his head.]

[The whine amps up a notch, as Rye's fingers find that bundle of nerves and begin to rub, constant pressure and motion that feels like lightning shooting straight up his spine. As the suction increases to match and Rye begins to twist and pinch at his nipple, his head falls back and his eyes squeeze closed; his feet plant on the mattress for better leverage, trying to press in deeper]

[His voice still has that frantic quality to it, like he can't quite get the words out fast enough, breathless and reedy:]

God, yes, that - yes, that's - f-feels so good, that spot is - a-aah, and your throat - I'm almost -

[His own hand comes to the other nipple, pinching and tugging, like he needs the added stimulation desperately. Every part of him is drawn up tight and shaking, and buried in Rye's mouth, Hurricane's cock gives another long twitch, leaking another sizeable dollop of precome]

Rye - o-oh my god, please -

[He should be coming. Rye knows his tells, how he tenses and winds up, how he does. Hard to forget when the sight always makes heat pool inside him, makes his cock ache for more. Makes him want to flip Hurricane over and just take him.]

[Except he's still not coming and he suspects why, but he's ready to test it once more. The hand on his nipple goes to cover Hurricane's and forces him to pinch his nipple harder. His hand then moves back to the other, twisting and pinching it, hard, as hard as he knows Hurricane can take.]

[He changes the angle of his hand, thrusting fingers just a bit deeper, pressed harder against that spot, rubbing hard and fast. He pulls back his head, taking Hurricane out if his mouth.]

[But its just to take a deep breath before he takes him in again, and diesn't hesitate to deep tgriat him, lips kissing his pelvis. And he stays there, Hurricane fully buried, and swallows repeatedly, tongue running on the underside, determined to stay like that as long as his air holds out.]

[The words grow more urgent, amping up in pitch and desperation, interspersed with a frantic sort of keening; Hurricane shakes, the lithe lines of his body drawn up taut like a bowstring about to snap]

Rye - ah, jesus, that's - please, there, nnnn, god - !

[The stream of endless pleas and encouragement falters, when Rye shifts his fingers to work against that spot inside harder still. Hurricane's mouth falls open in a soundless gasp, his own hand keeping the pressure Rye set against his nipple, pinching and twisting like if he only tugs hard enough, it will be enough to get him off]

[When Rye pulls back all the way, Hurricane's cock twitches and throbs, new precome slicking the shaft]

Wait - wait, wait, don't stop - don't stop, I gotta -

[And then Rye's taking him in again, and Hurricane makes a sound that's pure need]

[His hips have fallen out of rhythm again - shallow, jerky motions that falter to a stop as everything draws up tight and trembling, cock pulsing hard against Rye's tongue. The words are frantic, this time, almost incoherent]

Please - ahh, almost - please, please - just - just a little more -

[And still he doesn't come]

Edited 2021-02-17 17:05 (UTC)

[Rye certaintly tries. Hurricane is such a sight, pleading so desperately, such a pretty, intoxicating sound, squirming and jerking desperately, tormenting his own nipple, his body so tight around his fingers, precum down his throat. Its so much and he wants to see Hurricane snap.]

[So he tries, his fingers keeping up their rough treatment of that spot and his nipple, all while keeping his cock in his throat. He doesn't pull back an inch, sucking as hard as he can, throat convulsing around his head, swallowing down pre like water and he's a man in a desert. He keeps up the attention as long as he can without getting a breath.]

[He manages a whole minute and a half before he finally has to pull back with a gasp and a cough, finally letting go of his nipple and pulling out his fingers.]

[He takes a chance to breathe as he waits for Hurricane's reaction he knows is coming, only speaking when he seems somewhat aware.]

Wasn't a dud.

Edited 2021-02-18 11:34 (UTC)

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