wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[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?

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.

[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]

[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.

[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?

Edited 2021-01-15 16:26 (UTC)

[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.

[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.

[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.

Oh my god, dude. Your mouth.

[He shivers, hard, at the slow pace of Rye's fingers on the zipper - makes a soft sound, as Rye grinds into him, pressing him harder against the wall]

[The grip of his legs grows tighter in response, urging Rye in closer, and his hips continue to work in their needy, ceaseless rhythm]

I ain't - I ain't gonna say no to another video. The one you sent last time's, uh. Let's just say I seen it a couple times, already.

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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.

[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?

[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.

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]

[Rye feels Hurricane slow and with some effort, slows himself. Still hard against Hurricane, but still patient for his turn. The grinding gentles before finally stilling, and finally breaking the kiss, panting hard.]

Gods, you're hot. [He shuffles around his bag for another vial.] Love playing these games with you.

[Much like Kiss and Tell, there was definitely something in the air. Perhaps the vials too. Some definitely do, with various new effects. Like wanting to put on a public show, which might explain some of the beds on platforms. Desire to be penetrated or needing to suck someone off. Needing to be dressed up or unable to cum until one's partner does a number of times. Trying out new toys or even temporary transformations.]

[And many more colors with more effects.]

[Rye holds up the vial to Hurricane.] Lets try this one.

[He's still breathing hard, face flushed and lips parted]

I'm in. But, like.

[One of the hands on Rye's sides drifts downwards, to where the bulge in his pants is still prominent]

Don't you wanna, like...?

[His breath hitches, hips canting into his palm.] You always act like I'm not gonna.

Like I'm not gonna end this cumming several times, leaving us both fucked out messes. I'm in no rush in enjoying your body.

[He flushes - shivers - rubs softly at the shape outlined through Rye's pants]

...jesus, dude.

[His smile is kind of crooked, decidedly interested. He leans in to kiss Rye, slow and thorough, for a long couple of beats before he pulls back again]

Okay. Let's see what those other vials do.

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