wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[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.

[He shivers, delicately, as Rye reaches out to help him undress - leans into the touch of his hands, lifting his hips so that the bodysuit can be pulled away. He hesitates, again, when it comes to the boxer-briefs, but these, too, he shimmies his way out of. He's hard already, red and damp from his previous completion. His cheeks are dark, and he doesn't seem to know quite where to look, focusing instead on the blankets of the bed]

...yeah. Yeah, okay.

[He leans in to accept the offered vial - drinks down the contents, and swallows, throat working]

[Then pauses for a second, brows crreasing, attention turned inward as he tries to examine the effect]

Hm, you are so pretty when you blush. When you open yourself up to me. [His free hand moves over his body, almost as if in awe. The touch slow and careful, tracing over sensitive spots, his nipples, and back down to his cock.]

[A single finger traces over the top of it as he tips the vial down his throat.] When you surrender. Gods, even your cock is pretty. They don't even know how lucky they are they get to see it. You'll need to be careful after this, Hurricane, I imagine you'll be getting a lot more propositions. My sexy pet is very hard to resist, after all.

[It may just be a cross breed of two last time. A truth potion...mixed with a chatty one. Thankfully, not quite the mile a minute as before, but a longterm silence without a gag is going to be difficult.]

[He shivers, at the finger tracing its way down his body - at the touch on his nipples and then lower. When Rye reaches his cock, he shudders up into it, pressing in for more]

[Then he's swallowing the potion down, the sweet-tart taste of it on his tongue; he licks at his lips]

I - I mean, I dunno about that. Pretty sure you and Nem are the only ones who're even interested.

[His hips press forward, a little - rock into the touch of that single finger]

Jesus, that feels good. It drives me crazy when you tease me like that, but it makes me want you so bad.

[...oh. His cheeks flush darker still, as the words that just left his mouth actually catch up to him,]

I assure you, Hurricane. Anyone who sees you like this is going to be interested. [He tosses the vial aside, hand going back to his body as he shifts closer, a knee resting on the bed between Hurricane's legs.]

[One hand goes to his chest, light touches trailing over it, onltpy tge barest scrape of a nail over his nipples. His other hand is still at his cock, pulling back from those eager hips to keep the touch light, trailing along his length, catching under the head, and circling the tip, before moving back down.]

[He looks surprised a moment, then intrigued.] Huh. Did you get something that makes you talk, pet?

I guess I'll have to hold off kissing you. If you're going to be a new fantasy for people, they should know your likes.

I mean - I ain't gonna be no one's fantasy, dude. Besides, they don't gotta - don't gotta know nothing.

[It's plain that he's trying not to chase after Rye's touch, to dubious success; he trembles, hips remaining in place only until that finger catches the spot under the head and circles the tip, at which point his breath stutters in his throat and his hips rock forward again]

That's - god, that's good. I want you to keep doing that till I can't stand it no more, but at the same time I want you to just - just go for it already.

[The flush has reached his ears, by now. He looks like he'd like the floor to swallow him up, actually]

Hm, agree to disagree. Because I can promise you, you've been my fantady plenty.

[He hums, finger tracing circles on the head, a light catch of his nail under the head, mixed with rubbing the tip, all very slow and steady, other hand trailing over his torso. He hums, a dark, hungry look in his eyes.]

Don't worry, pet. I'll go for it eventually. [He leans forward, nuzzling under his ear.] After you can't stand it no more. I'm gonna show everyone how well trained you are. How eager you are for me to used your body for my own pleasure. How much you love it when I treat you like a fucktoy. [His fingers pinch a nipple sharply, followed by a gentle rub.] I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you won't even notice if a hundred people gathered to watch us, so long as I didn't stop.

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[It would be hard to guess he came not that long ago, if Rye didn't know; certainly he's fully hard again, cock red and decidedly damp with the precome. He shudders hard when Rye catches at the spot under the head - just barely manages to bite down a whimper, when that finger traces soft circles over the very tip. His hips rock forward, and he flushes deeper, glancing out toward the people watching - manages to force himself still again]

[When he speaks, his voice is pitched low, for Rye rather than the people passing by the bed, the words rushed and breathless]

J-jesus. That's - I want it. I want you. I want you to - to rail me. Like just - really go to town, do whatever you wanna do to me, to make you feel good.

[This time, he doesn't quite manage to tamp down on the whimper, hips lurching forward when Rye pinches his nipple. His cheeks are dark with the words leaving his mouth; he ducks his head, humiliation coiling with want inside him]

It's really - really getting to me. The teasing. Makes me - makes me want more so bad I can't stand it.

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[Rye's eyes darken at that, licking his lips briefly.] Hmm, you really love it. Being used for pleasure. Even if the act itself doesn't do much for you, the fact your body us giving me pleasure gets to you. [His fingers switches to the other nipple, gentle and careful.]

Its really hot, you know. Makes it even more tempting to just bend you over and rail you, fuck you over and over until you're screamimg my name. [And then another hard pinch, twisting the small bud.] I'm gonna, one of these days. I could wear a cock ring and just go to town, see how many times I make you cum without a break until I can't bear it any more. Then see how many times I could cum in you before I needed to stop after.

[He leans down, kissing his collar bone, then down his chest, the gentle tracing finger turning into a loose grip. Its barely anything, moving his hand over his cock, barely a touch, save the thumb angled to catch under his head with every move up.]

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