Dreamers After Dark (VII)

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[protectshisown]

I mean, sometimes its good to take it easy.

I try. [Picks up a vial for Hurricane, his other hand drifting to rest on his neck.] Start slow, figure out what these do, and see if we can impress the host?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Works for me, dude.

[One hand comes up, idly, to setlle at Rye's waist]

What color we doing first?

[protectshisown]

I took yellow. Just makes me want to touch. A nice way to get the ball rolling, I think.

Especially with unknown effects. [He squeezes his ass lightly.] They said they'll be more intense.

[crossmyheartandhope]

O-oh yeah?

[He shivers a little, when Rye squeezes his ass - leans in somewhat, to be closer to him]

I mean, joke's on them. I kinda wanna touch anyway.

[protectshisown]

[He chuckles.] Does make it simple. And I always love touching your body.

[He leans in, nuzzling his neck and holding up a yellow vial to start, other hand lightly kneading his ass.] You always look amazing. We can put on a great show.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The shiver is harder, this time]

[He reaches out to take the yellow vial from Rye's hand and uncorks it - holds it to Rye's lips]

Bottoms up, dude.

[protectshisown]

[He hums and he'll drink it, pulling Hurricane to be flushed against him.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Leaning against him, easy]

How's it feel?

[protectshisown]

Like...

When I see you flushed and panting, begging to be touched. I want to feel like then, feel your skin. [His hands are at his side, then down to his thighs, squeezing them gently.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers a little, at the feel of Rye's hands on him - reaches for a yellow potion of his own]

Oh yeah?

Pretty strong, huh?

[protectshisown]

[He hums, letting Hurricane grab one, before grabbing his thighs to hike him up in the air against him.]

Yeah, stronger than before.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Jesus, dude, you lift or something?

[Teasing; he knows damn well about the forge by now. The teasing tone also doesn't quite hide the flush of interest at being just picked up like that,]

[He uncorks his own yellow potion, and drinks it down. Then, somewhat shaky:]

Man, you weren't kidding.

[protectshisown]

Well, I have been lifting you an awful lot lately. [He winks.]

[But yes, the forge. And Wild City abilities.]

Really makes me wish it was easier to get under your clothes. [He squeezes his thighs again, and going to pin him up against the nearest wall.] I can get close to you, feel every bit of you, but feeling your skin is a lot different, you know.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He flushes at the wink and the words that go with it - shivers, hard, as Rye pins him to the wall]

Sorry, dude. Our look ain't exactly great for easy access.

[His legs come up to wrap around Rye's back, bringing them into closer contact]

[protectshisown]

Its really not. Its pretty rude, honestly.

[Shifts close, letting his weight and thighs help support Hurricane so his hands can wander up his sides.]

Though I do love the shorts. Maybe if I get too impatient, I'll take advantage of them.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He makes a pleased sort of hum, shifting against Rye - not urgent, yet, but getting comfortable, figuring out the angle]

Oh yeah? You making plans?

[protectshisown]

Hmm, quality over quantity.

And you have a lot of quality faces when you're three orgasms in. [His hips roll against his, slow and easy for right now.] And its a lot of fun making a complete mess of you. [He rubs his thumb over a nipple.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His hips rock forward to greet the thrust of Rye's; he shivers up into the touch against his nipple, his own hands coming up to trace over Rye's sides and back]

Jesus christ, dude. I tell you that you got a dangerous mouth yet today?

[protectshisown]

Not today. [He sighs softly at the touch, leaning into it.] I also wouldn't mind your hands under my clothes. Since mine are easier to get under.

[He leans back just enough to look down as his hands move to his nipples, pinching and tugging teasingly them through his suit.] Won't lie, you'll need to change when I'm done with you. Not sure if these potions will let me be patient enough to get them off before I get you off.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shudders again, softly, as Rye's fingers find his nipples and begin to tug through the suit - bites down on his lip, at those words]

Some things are totally worth doing a load of laundry, dude. Just saying.

[His own hands trail around to the front of Rye's shirt - smooth their way up his abdomen and over his chest, before they start undoing the buttons, slow and deliberate]

[protectshisown]

[He sighs softly at the touch, leaning into his hands.]

Hmm, true. You're definitely worth the laundry. [He makes a show of looking him over slowly, hungrily, licking his lips.] You've definitely been the cause for be to clean my bedding more than once, you know. [The touch is less teasing now, harder pinches and tugs on his nipples until they're stiff peaks.] I just wish you were there in person more when you're the cause.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His hips cant forward into Rye, as those hands on his nipples grow more demanding; they're definitely hard by now, the shape of them visible through the thin fabric of his body suit]

[The hands on Rye's buttons are trembling a little, but they reach the hem anyway - smooth their way up again, over the now-bare chest, to push the shirt back from his shoulders]

Oh yeah? You been waking up nights with something you want me to finish off lately?

[protectshisown]

[Rye moves his hands away from Hurricane, long enough to let the material drop from his shoulders, a soft moan leaving him as Hurricane touches him, giving him more of the skin contact he wants.]

[A hand returns to his chest, playing with the nub with more pinchez and tugs, his other hand going to rest at Hurricane's neck, thumb tracing a circle just under Hurricane's jaw. He leans closer, nuzzling the other side of Hurricane's neck.]

Yeah. And don't get me wrong, its still satisfying, touching myself, remembering how you sound, the way you look, how good your body feels. [His hips grind a little harder.] But its hard to not text you. Ask you to watch as I touch myself moaning your name.

To ask if I could come touch you for real.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He makes a soft noise of pleasure, at the feel of Rye's fingers toying with his nipple - shudders, hard, as Rye grinds into him]

[His hips have fallen into ceaseless motion; they shift, and shift, and shift again, a restless quest for more. His hands smooth up over Rye's bare chest, exploring the newly exposed skin]

I - I mean. I'm up late usually, just saying.

Some nights I got stuff to do, but - lots of times, I ain't busy.

[protectshisown]

[Rye moans softly, feeling hands where he wants them, hand trailing from Hurricane's nipple to the zipper of the suit. He begins to pull it down slowly.]

It would be so nice to wake up that way. Video calls are so nice. I could see your face as I touch my cock. [He grinds harder in return, pinning him to the wall more.] Send you another video maybe, something for you to keep. Beg you to tell me what you want me to do to your nody. What you want to do to mine.

See your face overcome with pleasure, knowing its from watching me. Make you come with me. Knowing just across the phone you're touching yourself to.