wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[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.

[He grinds into his hand with a soft groan, hand rubbing at Hurricane's side.] Just saying it like it is. I'm gonna cum sooner than later anyway.

[He kisses back, slow and lingering, not pulling away far from Hurricane even as it ends.]

Hm, let's. Might let me see new sides of you which is always fun. [He presses a vial into one of Hurricane's hands, head moving down to kiss along his neck as he drinks.]

[He shivers a little, delicately, as Rye kisses along the sensitive skin of his neck]

[And if he opts to uncork the vial with his teeth so that his other hand can stay right where it is, tracing over the shape of Rye's cock through his jeans, well - surely he can be excused for wanting to see if he can get another of those soft groans]

[He drinks the contents of the vial down - licks at his lips]

...kinda tastes like raspberry.

[His efforts are rewarded, another groan, a little deeper this time, hips still rolling into his hand. His own returns to Hurricane's said, trailing over what exposed skin he can reach.]

Dunno which is raspberry, but fruit is nice. [He nibbles lightly over Hurricane's pulse point.] How do you feel?

[Shivers a little, softly, at the nibbles, hand continuing to work]

...same as before?

Maybe that one was a dud.

[Reaching over for two more vials, at random]

Wanna keep trying?

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Maybe like that honesty one. Too much like normal to notice.

Maybe its supposed to make you reactive, but you already do that so well. [A teasing whisper in his ear, nipping at his earlobe, followed by another hitched moan.]

[He'll reach up and take the vial, a few more sharp nips on his neck.]

[He flushes a little, at the suggestion that he's so reactive normally it would be difficult to know the difference - hands the vial over readily, when Rye reaches out to take it]

Dude, you could so tell if I was amped up on magic juice.

[He sticks his tongue out, briefly, then bends down to uncork the second vial with his teeth. His hands still hasn't stopped working, though it slows a little, as he works the cork out]

Absolutely not. Maybe if we were five rounds in and you weren't slowing down at all. Or when you're still overly shy at the start. [He leans in to whisper in his ear.] But by the time you're against the wall, you're an incredible sight of eager desperation.

[There's a brief nip before he pulls back to mive the cork with his teeth, hips still moving into that hand, wet spot forming on his jeans.]

[He moves a hand to twist and tease a nipple, downing his own potion.]

[He flushes deeper, at those words, poking Rye with the potion vial he's still holding]

It ain't my fault you're too dangerous.

[His other hand keeps up the rubbing; on the downstroke, his thumb lingers, a little, to rub against the wet spot each time it passes]

...what was it? How you feeling?

What can I say? You're really hard to resist. Especially when you're eager.

[Another groan and a hard jerk into his hand, hips rolling with a new eagerness, and he bows his head, thinking what he wants, the new heat.]

Like....I want everyone to know how hot you are. See how you look, eager and begging and falling apart under me. [His hands tighten in Hurricane's side.] Not just by fucking you in the corner.

I wanna fuck you on one of those stage beds so everyone knows how hot you are when you cum.

[His lips part a little; for a second, he can't quite manage to find the words]

J-jesus, dude. Is that - is that all from the potion?

[His next vial was halfway to his lips, but it pauses, forgotten - lost, maybe, in the wave of heat that rushes through him at Rye's words. Certainly, his pupils are blown. Certainly his cock is beginning to twitch a little, not quite up to another round just yet, but definitely showing renewed interest]

Hmm, think it might just want me to show you off. The rest is why I think it has a point.

[His hand moves down, over Hurricane's, pressing him down harder, hips thrusting as his other hand holds him stable.] The way you sound, the way you look. Gods, you're such a sight, Hurricane.

I want you so bad. I want to tie you down and make you beg. Want to kiss every inch of your skin as you plead for more. Let the world see how red and flushed and hard you get.

I want to spread your legs and fuck you on one of those beds. I want to leave you a mess. I want-I want- [There is a loud moan, right in his ear, a new surge if heat under their hands as he cums under Hurricane's palm.]

Holy shit.

[His lips are slightly parted; he licks at them, unconsciously, hand moving to rub Rye through the climax, working at his cock to draw the pleasure out]

[His cheeks are flushed red, from Rye's words and from the mental picture they paint. It's impossible to hide the way he squirms, when they're pressed together this firmly - impossible to hide the way his cock begins to fill out the rest of the way in earnest, when Rye says he wants to tie him down and make him beg, and only gets harder from there]

[The vials in his hand are forgotten, still; he's caught up in the sound of Rye's moan, the way his hips move against his palm]

Even thinking about it got to you pretty bad, huh?

[Rye moans in his ear, long and low as he grinds against his hand, cock twitching through his orgasm under his palm.]

Yeah. Yeah, it does. Especially when you're so interested. [His hand moves from over Hurricane's and his own cock, to press against the bulge in Hurricane's suit.] Your reaction to new things is always so intense.

[He glances to the stages, sees a bed with plenty of potions near, and as his orgasm peters out, his hips still. One breath, two, three.]

[His hands grab Hurricane's thighs, and he pulls away from the wall, heading for a bed.] I'm gonna set you down on the bed. Strip for me, my lovely pet.

[He makes a soft sound at the back of his throat, when Rye presses a hand against the bulge in his bodysuit - rocks forward, pressing into it, the motion of his hips causing a slow drag of friction]

[He shudders at Rye's instruction; his eyes dart out over the rest of the people in the game tower, fuzzy and indistinct in the way of dreams, and his flush deepens, reaching all the way to his ears]

What, like - everything?

[Rye leans forward to nuzzle his ear, hips jerking against his.] I know you want to. You got so hard so fast. I know you want me to fuck you so everyone can see.

[Then he drops Hurricane to the bed, looking around at their would be audience. Dozens of people milling about, indistinct, but present though not watching them. Yet.]

[He starts undoing his pants, eyes roaming over Hurricane with hunger.] I'm going to make an utter mess of you pet. I'm gonna show everyone just how hot you are when you're fucked senseless. Take off everything.

[The flush finds a way to get deeper still, and he fidgets, there on the bed. He averts his eyes - glances up at Rye, then glances at the people out beyond the platform where the bed is, and then glances back at Rye]

[His gaze lingers on Rye's hands at the opening for his jeans, and he shudders - swallows, with effort. And perhaps in the real world, there would be more hesitance here, but in dreams don't pay much heed to things like logic and consequences]

[The hesitation lasts only a beat longer before Hurricane reaches for the zipper on his bodysuit with shaking hands and starts to undo it]

You, uh. You think I oughtta do another vial? Since the one I got before was a dud.

[Rye's eyes get lidded as Hurricane starts to undress, cock twitching in renewed interest.] That's a good boy. We're gonna put on a great show. The way you look when you're overwhelmed, when you let go? Its magical.

[He pushes down his pants and underwear with a sigh, cock already half hard again. Takes a few moments to kick them off, before he moves to Hurricane to help him with his own clothes.]

Hmm, coukdn't hurt. Worst it is it doesn't take effect. [He'll pick up a vial, uncorking it, and holding it to his lips.] And it might be fun.

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