wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[If she can continue, so can he. And more pointedly, press down on her hips and rub it straight over her. Through the thin fabric, it's as daring a tease as he's allowed himself yet.]

And yet how many do you collect and still you seem unsatisfied-- still searching for more. They cannot satisfy you and so you give chase.

Mmm...I have an appetite, it's true, but that is because I care about everyone. Different people provide different things...you should try it, sometime.

[Instead of continuing to rut against him she reaches between them to rub the outside of his pants, but she cheats, a little. This is a dream, and she is a BARiTONES and so she can control it and so for a fleeting moment, he feels her hand like it touches him directly, the warmth and softness and strength.

Surely, it only lasts a moment and yet...it seems to stretch, somehow. But it does end.]

Are you certain it's not more what they're lacking?

[His tone doesn't read as intentionally cruel-- after all, he doesn't know. He cannot claim to understand the workings of her relationships despite what it seems.

It is hard to try and continue thinking on it at all, however, when he feels the stroke of her hand is on him. He knows his clothes should be there, yet he knows what he feels is not that. She has a great deal of power, and that power has a great affect on him.

Without them she could feel it twitch and throb eagerly for her in her hand; desperate for her touch.

The things he omits for the sake of their game. Although it's clear as day, the way he bites his lip to silence himself.]

They don't lack anything, not more than any other person and not in any way that matters. You're quite an arrogant god, aren't you?

[She keeps stroking him outside his pants, but she intersperses it with more of those mysterious, impossible barehanded strokes. Sometimes they're fast, sometimes they last a little longer, but they always end.]

Especially when you want it so badly.

I have not kept my wanting a secret.

[He continues to grow beneath her hand. If his size was not impressive before, by the time she has worked him up, it’s quite pronounced. The heat radiates from him. For all his cool composure, the way he rocks against her gives away his more honest side.]

From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew... I wanted you to be mine.

[That gives her a moment's pause, actually, her hand stopping before she starts again]

Ahh...surely you had better things to worry about...

I would not lie to you about something so silly.

[He reaches out and cups her cheek gently.]

I do not know what it is but you are truly a captivating woman. I could not give up on you now even if I wished it.

[Despite her confusion and misgivings she does lean into the touch without a second thought.

Though she still doesn't understand. She knows she's attractive and cute, but to be so wholly taken...she either underestimates her appeal or everyone is simply mistaken.

It's probably the latter. Yeah.]

Sit up and back.

[How she can be so wrong about the depths of her appeal, he will never understand. But then, even he doesn’t fully understand the full depths of her charms.

Like why he’s so inclined to obey when she asks him to move.

Though he hesitates for a moment; an internal battle taking place, less than half a minute passes and he sits up and slides back.]

...very well.

[She waits for him to move before she's crawling between his legs, settling there as she pulls his pants down enough to release him.

My.

She could feel how big he was, but it's entirely another thing to see it like this. She curls a lock of hair behind her ear as she leans down to start licking at his head, trailing her tongue in smooth, slow circuits.]

[He sees that discreet sparkle in her eye as she looks him over. Kyanite only just resists saying something. But he is all too happy to distract himself with the sight of her bowing her head to taste him; sinfully delightful swirls of her tongue making him feel things in ways he did not know he could.

Both his heart and his sex swell. It is not the surrender he would have liked to take, but her willingness to service him this way is a fine alternative for now.

He leans back and watches her, narrowed eyes stalking her every movement.]

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[That's because it isn't surrender.

But he can like or suspect what he chooses, for now. Lily licks wider circuits around his cock and takes the tip past her lips to suck at it briefly. She needs to tread carefully, here. Her lips begin to draw him past, deeper and deeper, though she doesn't take him all the way before she pulls to the top, letting him go to kiss all along his shaft.]

[It is not the raw, intense pleasure he felt from her before. It is something more careful-- soft as she explores him for the first time. He finds no desire to rush her. Each kiss leaves his skin warm and tingling; while her tongue is a gentle whirlwind of cool and hot air swirling over his skin.

He trembles ever so slightly beneath her; only as composed as he can force himself to be on the surface while his spirit boils and bubbles from within.]

[The taste of him is marvelous already and he feels so hot against her lips. She wonders if he could sear her with it and she feels there's no reason why she shouldn't find out and so she continues to kiss and kiss him, up and down, down then up before her tongue returns to lick long stripes along his shaft. She blows cool air against his slick skin before taking him back into her mouth.

This is a little dangerous, though.

He's so big...long and thick and she knows her own proclivities--this is what she really likes and she cannot get the thoughts of taking him inside out. She won't let it come to that yet, but the thought is there.

Sigh. If only she weren't such a size queen.

Her hand gets involved, soft, clever fingers wrapping around him before she starts to stroke. He's slick enough now that her hand has no trouble, perhaps even slicker than he should be--this is a dream and she will use every advantage.

She stares up at him through her long lashes, eyes hazy, but intent and curious. She wonders how he'll react to what she's doing.]

[Some part of him knows this feels better than it should as the dream shifts to answer her needs. But it is more than just those little details that make it feel almost too perfect. She toys with him; testing and kissing until he realizes he’d been holding his breath.

The shaky exhale sounds suspiciously like pleasure. His face is calm and collected, but his upper cheeks have collected the lightest dusting of pink.

Hands and mouth both draw forth what he feels must have been familiar sensations at one point. Yet here and now they feel new again, behind a heavy curtain of lost memories. He places his hand on her head as if gently patting her for a job well done. He swallows and continues to watch, encouraging her to continue.]

[He's a tough nut to crack, but she doesn't mind the challenge. She'll win this much, in the end. She'll make sure of it.

But there's no rush. She can take her time in his ruin.

That he's so restrained is interesting in itself. She doesn't miss much when it comes to physicality, but her attention is sharpened. Galvanised. And so she can't help but notice those little things. The heat in his face, the tension from holding his breath, the way he breathe eventually, subtly, but clearly affected.

That he only tries to hold himself back makes this better, because she's edging him out. He's not invincible or invulnerable, he can be affected beyond what he allows.

She cannot be certain if the way he pats her is meant to be condescending or not. She almost hopes it is because she intends to break him with pleasure soon enough.

For now.

She hums softly with every stroke of hand or tongue, evidence of her own enjoyment. Her fingers are very smooth and soft, but strong, capable and she pumps him in hand before she stops--only to take all of him into her mouth and deep into her throat all at once. Her lips touch the base of him and her mouth and throat are so very hot, wet, and tight. She holds him there wondering how he'll take the sudden barrage of sensation before she slips her mouth up once more, humming low in her throat this time so that he'll feel the vibrations everywhere as she withdraws.

He's so slick now after that, and she starts to move faster, sucking just at his head once, twice, three times, letting him go with a wet pop before she takes him back in once more. Up and down, she starts to set a rhythm, head bobbing and hand pumping at the same time.]

[He can sense her inner scheming, yet he cannot find it in himself to care one way or the other. Let her do her worst-- he finds he'd like to see it.

The pat was affectionate enough-- though coming from him, it wouldn't be difficult to mistake for something more condescending, nor would he be offended over such an interpretation.

There is no proving whether her enjoyment comes from the act itself or the fact that she's getting to toy with him. But it works wonders on his restraint. It is small at first; cracks in the foundation... but when she takes the entirety of his cock into her mouth, his voice cracks and his fingers tighten in her hair. Any less guarded and he might have spilled there.

How embarrassing that would have been.

But he manages to repress it, only just. It does nothing to hide the sound he'd made-- so raw as he was overpowered by her. And there was a certain turn on in that. Winning was lovely, sure, but she-- she was better.]

No more games... I know you can do better than that. Don't pretend you aren't dying to drink your fill. We both want this.

[An offer of a truce-- for them both to get what they want. Come tomorrow they could pretend this never happened. They would return, even, and both satisfied.]

[Sorry, she cannot answer him because her mouth is full of his very big cock.

She might have been a bit more careful from the start if she weren't dreaming, but she has none of the usual worries here and so she sucks him, taking him deep in her mouth very frequently. She alternates, tries to keep it unpredictable and interesting, but she swallows him often, head bobbing faster and faster.

But she is keeping a pulse on how he is feeling, how close he is getting.]

[He cannot fault her for not answering him, when her mouth is currently occupied doing something arguably more important for him. Whether or not he will remember this, he cannot say, but he is thoroughly committed to enjoying it while it lasts regardless of the answer.

Strong hands stroke her hair; the gesture more loving than most he's allowed himself to show up until now. It is an expression of his praise for her skill.

And in letting his guard down, even his body has an easier time being honest. Any tension drains and he allows himself to revel in the full feeling of her mouth; tight and eager as it is. With it, come obvious tells that she can pick up. Such as the way his fingers will twitch in her hair mid-movement as he starts to get close. Or the slight shift in his taste as tiny drops of pre-come are taken in by her mouth.

He, however, doesn't seem keen on outright telling her; although he's allowed himself to express himself. His voice rumbles, deep, as he moans outright as her pace quickens.]

[To play a game within a game.

Now, she can acquiesce to the truce, if only for a potential better payoff later--he'll know what she's capable of and she might be more able to break him if she keeps up the pressure, uninterrupted.

On the other hand, she trusts in her skills and can tell he's unraveling so she may have already left enough of an impression on him, and she just can't help herself sometimes. Sometimes you just need to be a shit.

Still, the hands stroking her hair feel...very nice, and there's something to appreciate and tease about how he lets his guard down when he's been trying so very hard not to. It isn't all the way, but it's progress. Hmm.

No, really, she hums now, allowing him to feel the vibrations as she takes him deeper. One hand fondles his balls while the other continues to pump him. When he grows closer, closer--

She will remove her mouth with a wet pop and slow her hand down, but won't stop, she keeps him teetering on the edge, but will not permit him to fall. It's a little safe on her end because she has experience with this by this point, but everyone is different, and she is still learning his body.

Her face is the picture of innocence.]

Oh, silly me. I didn't even ask if you wanted to come! How inconsiderate of me. Really. So, did you?

[Perhaps his hope is that she will forget this when morning comes, or that it will be foggy enough to permit him to fuel his denial. But he finds being soft with her more pleasant than he expected it to be. Not that he does not find himself tensing up several times as her mouth's vibrations dance over his skin. Only that there is a loving way in which he finds himself holding her head as he finds himself drawing nearer the edge.

...only to have it taken from him the next second. The cool air on his wet cock the cruelest sign yet of her trickery.]

...ever the delightful little tease. Even now. That side of you isn't even remotely the littlest bit cute.

My my, you didn't strike me as a liar, Nite; we both know I am terribly [she kisses the head of his cock] utterly [and again] devastatingly [a long, slow lick] cute.

[She sucks the head a little, hand pumping him vigorously. She means to keep him on the edge, but without letting him tip over. She won't see her work undone.]

You didn't answer my question. Did you want to come?

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You would like to hear me beg, wouldn't you? But no, I think not. Not unless you were going to offer something a bit more satisfying.

[There's still amusement in his tone; though there's an obvious strain there that's not part of his usual sound. The flex of his muscles as he's left twitching... wanting.]

If it were to lay with you... even I might be willing to forgo my pride for a few hours.

[Her hand still works him, but she rises up to meet him, lips not far from his, her voice low, but not needing to be. There isn't anyone else around, and yet she means to make a world that's just the two of them.]

Oh, but I always satisfy, that I promise you. It's relieving to hear, isn't it...? That I can and will, when you want so very, very much.

[Ah, he wants her that badly, but of course, he does.]

Hours, he says. Can you keep my attention that long...?

Oh, but can you wait that long?

[Which of them would buckle first. Both were bubbling under the surface, scrutinizing one another to try and measure. Just to be the one with the better control. And so they continue, dancing, lust building.

In her hand he throbs; as if reminding her how impressive it's size was. Tempting...]

If you doubt me, than why not try me? I'll wager that I will have more than just your attention before long.

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