wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[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.]

[Hurricane jolts again, as the soft touches against his nipple become a pinch; his hips cant forward again, before he can get them under control]

Y-yeah. I like seeing you feel good. Like it when you - when you just go for it, even if I c-can't. Maybe, like - especially if I can't.

[His cheeks are a dark, dark red; by the look on his face, he didn't intend to say that - perhaps didn't know what was going to come out at all until it did]

[When Rye shifts his hand to make a too-loose hold, his hips start twitching forward into the strokes, though by the way he ducks his head and turns away from the crowd, he's mortified at the lapse - fights himself to stillness after a long beat or two, shuddering. Every new brush of Rye's thumb at the bottom of the head draws a tremble from him, on the upstroke]

J-jesus. I want that. I want you to - to really rail me. I want you in me like yesterday, I want you to go - hard, like, hard as you can, I wanna not be able to walk tomorrow, I -

[With a whine and a deeper flush of humiliation, Hurricane presses forward for a kiss to shut himself up]

Hmm, maybe I should use the cock ring more then. That could be a fun time. Make you wear one a few days, but every time I see you, I drag you away. [His touch is less gentle now on his nipples, pinching and twisting them.] Fuck your soft thighs. Fuck your throat, make sure its still well trained to take my cock. Maybe if you wear one of those plugs, I could even fuck your tight ass. All the while, you're forbidden to take off the ring.

Would you like it, pet? A few days where all you are is my fucktoy? Being used for only my pleasure, where you can't get off? Gods, how hard would you cum when I let you?

[His hand keeps up the sedate, loose pace, the only bit of firmness being the tease to his head, one hard brush mixed with the gentle touch.]

[The gand on his chest stops him short, Rye leaning back out of kiss range.] Not yet, pet. I need to prepare you so I can take you like you're asking. Can't rail you without a little prep. And I wanna hear you talk while I do. You sound so hot and needy, makes me want you more. [He shifts down, between his knees, kissing just below his ribs.] And I want to taste you.

Holy shit.

[It's a breathless little whimper, barely there at all; his pupils are dilated, lips slightly parted. His cock twitches hard in Rye's hand, and the next swipe of his thumb finds a sizeable new dollop of precome]

Jesus. That's - I - I dunno if I could take it, but - jesus, that's hot. I wanna - I wanna try. Just - not being able to do nothing but make you feel good. Not being able to - to do nothing to myself.

[His breath catches at the combination of the too-light strokes and the single firm brush of Rye's thumb on the upstrokes; he makes a soft sound like a whimper, hips beginning to shift restlessly, trying to get more. This time, he can't quite seem to force them still again, though the flush creeps even darker, humiliation at the words leaving his mouth and the watching eyes combined]

Y-yeah. God, get me ready. I want - I want your mouth, I want you in me, I want you to stroke me off for real, this - god, it's driving me crazy.

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Hmm, it woukd be very intense and could be a problem. As fun as it would be. [His thumb catches that dollop, spreading it around the head in a semi firm touch before resuming the too loose strokes.] Too long, really.

But something we could do....well, I'm sure I could get an aphrodisiac somewhere. You looked so eager under my effect. I could get one, get you a cock ring, and take it. [Another hard pinch to his nipple, nail scraping over it.] Then I work every bit out of my system. Use you like a fucktoy, something made just for my pleasure. Anything you get would be incidental to getting myself off. Using your thighs, mouth, ass. Ride your cock. The lovely ways you could be a cocksleeve, or a dildo. Unable to get off until I'm fully sated.

[His hand doesn't stop on his cock, lips trailing down his stomach, but his hand does move from his chest. Reaching over to a nightstand with several hand supplies, including lube. He settles fully between his legs, kissing over his hip bone. He spreads Hurricane's legs wider, more than is really necessary.] Keep them spread for me, pet. We are putting on a show, after all. The crowd should see how lovely you are. [He opens up the lube, spreading it over his fingers as he learns forward, trailing his tongue along the length of his cock, before kissing down the length of it again, repeating the motions.]

[His breath catches, as Rye spreads that dollop of precome across the tip of his cock, hips hitching forward into the teasing circles]

I - I ain't saying it's too long. Just saying - just saying it'd make me crazy.

[By the look on his face, he hadn't intended to say that; he flushes darker still - ducks his head, and seems to find something very interesting about the wrinkles in the blankets. When Rye starts to talk about the aphrodisiac plans, he shifts and squirms, hips coming all the way up off the mattress when that nail scrapes his nipple]

J-jesus. That's - yeah. I wanna - yeah. I want you to - to do what you want, as many times as you want, till I can't take it no more. I wanna be so worked up I can't stand it, and - and you just doing whatever feels good.

[The flush has crept all the way to his chest, by now; his words, rushed and breathy, are pitched to be too quiet for the gathered spectators to hear]

[He opens his legs readily when asked - flushes, when he's reminded that they're being watched, and goes to close them again, only catching himself at the last moment. He leaves them where they're placed, though he trembles with the effort, eyes averted and posture self-conscious]

[Then Rye's busy leaning down, and there's wet heat lapping at his cock, and Hurricane can't tamp down the little whimper of pleasure that leaves him. His hips jackknife up off the mattress, and he reaches instinctively for Rye's hair, to try and encourage more]

Oh, jesus. That feels so good. Your mouth is so g-good, keep - keep doing that.

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More too long for Hell. As much as I love torturing you, wouldn't want it at a bad time. But the other plan....that's a few hours I could steal you away for. You'd be so lovely. An utter mess as I use you. Pretty swollen lips, thighs so slick, ass looking ready to be filled. Your own pre would make your cock look so lovely. [He drops the lube, moving his hand back to his cock, holding it as he licks up the side.]

You'd beg for more so nicely, it'd be easy to get hard even when it starts leaving my system. Could tie your hands behind your back. Wouldn't want my fucktoy playing with himself when he's supposed to be used for my pleasure. [His voice, however, isn't pitched so low.]

[Rye's mouth and hand keeps working his cock, light, gentle strokes, his tongue licking the length of it, spreading open month kisses. Only rarely does he take the head in his mouth to suck, quuckly miving away befire he can thrust. He groans at the hair tug, but doesn't intensify his actions, gentle and patient over his cock.]

[His other hand moves between his legs as he does. Soreading lube around the hole, still slow and patient, waiting several long moments before pressing a finger inside.]

O-oh my god. Yeah, that's - yeah. I - I dunno if I could keep my hands off. Dunno how long it'd be before I was begging for it, either. You - you got any idea how hot you are?

[He makes a keening sort of whine as Rye takes the head of his cock in his mouth to suckle; his breath all leaves him in a rush, when Rye pulls away again, and Hurricane's grip on his hair tightens]

G-gonna be real, here, I dunno how much longer I'm gonna be able to keep my hands off now. Feels - r-real good, but it's - it's really getting to me.

[His hips have been rocking restlessly against the teasing touches, as though he can't quite keep them still; as soon as Rye's finger begins to enter him, though, he bears down hard, the motions becoming more pronounced now that he has something to move against]

Mm, that's - god, that's good. Keep - keep going, I want more.

Hmm, your cock says very. [Its a strange thought, a disconnecting thought, but the number of people who want to fuck him certainly gives it some validity.] You do have trouble keeping your hands to yourself. Its really hot. [He trails his tongue up along his length, slow and deliberate as he looked up at him.]

I should make you give me a show one day. I could do that affect on you again. The one that makes you want me, but not let you touch me. Then I could sit back and watch you work yourself until it wears off. [There's another brief suckle and a groan at the tug in his hair.] Lovely Hurricane, hand working his pretty cock. Maybe fuck yourself on your Christmas present.

Then keep them busy. [He guides Hurricane's free hand up to his nipples.] I have down here, but you can play with yourself up there.

[He begins thrusting his finger, that at a definitely firmer pace, as his mouth keeps up the slow pace, only opened mouth kisses, slow licks, and brief suckles on the head with a moan.]

[His breath hitches in, sharp, at the idea of that - being flushed with the heat of that effect, wanting Rye but not able to have anything but his own hand]

Jesus. That's -

[He licks at his lips, unconsciously]

Y-yeah, that's - I wanna try. I'd want you so bad. I mean - I want you all the time anyway, but, like - that power's like s-someone flipped the switch up to 11 all of a sudden.

[Hurricane shudders, hard, as Rye's finger starts to thrust; his back arches up off the bed in a bow at the combination of sensations, the teasing wet heat of Rye's mouth, and the not-enough girth of a single finger. His fingers rub restlessly at his own nipple; it was a stiff peak already, but within seconds it firms up further under the attention]

J-jesus, hurry. I want more. I want - I want you to drag it out even longer. I'm going k-kinda crazy, and it's - god, you're making it worse, it's so - g-good.

Glad to hear you want me as much as I want you. [His free hand grips his hip, holds him still as he finally takes his cock into his mouth, far enough where the head is almost in his throat, and he sucks hard.]

[He doesn't let up the suction as he presses in a second finger, thrusting the fingers in hard and fast for several long moments, before finally moving them at their steady pace as he pulls his mouth off his cock with a soft pop.]

Be rougher with your nipples. I want them to ache so even the slihhtest touch drives you nuts.

[His mouth returns to the slow licks and kisses.] I think I'd tie you down. Not your hands, just to make sure you keep distant. [He let's his breath move over spit slick skin, tongue moving to focus just under the head, small sucks on the side, attention the break between sentences] Make you want me. Make you watch me as I play with myself. Maybe you wouldn't have toys. I could keep them to myself. The fleshlight isn't as good as your body, but its better then my hand. Watching you would get me so hard, it'd have plenty of use. [His fingers keep tgrusting, but changing the angle, looking for that spot.]

[Hurricane groans, long and low, as Rye finally takes him into his mouth. It's probably a good thing he held Hurricane's hips down, because the reaction is immediate, an instant attempt to press up into that wet heat]

[As soon as Rye starts to apply suction, his head falls back against the mattress, eyes fluttering closed]

O-oh my god. Jesus christ, your mouth. Pretty - pretty sure I'm gonna be thinking about this when I get myself off for like a month after this.

[His cheeks are flushed dark with humiliation, but he's not self-conscious enough not to make a soft sound of frustration, when Rye pulls away. He makes another, small and wanting, at the off-handed command]

[The hand still buried in Rye's hair leaves it, reluctantly, so that both of his hands can do as he's been asked. They pinch at his nipples this time, hard, and he shudders at the feel of it]

J-jesus. That's - that's gonna drive me crazy. I'm gonna about lose my mind, watching you get off. You're s-so damn pretty when you're turned on. You know that?

[It's not hard to tell, when Rye's fingers find that spot; as always, Hurricane's face is an open book. His eyes go wide, and his mouth falls open, hips straining urgently against the hand that's holding them in place]

[Rye makes a pleased hum at the idea of Hurricane getting off on thoughts of him. It makes him feel warmer, want him more, cock leaking pre between his legs.]

[He blushes at the comment of being pretty, a different kimd of warmth in him, pleasant and embarrassed at once, mixed with self doubt.] Not as pretty as you. Gods, you look so good, playing with your nipples. [There's another brief suckle on his head.] Its fun to play with them, isn't it? I'll have to give them the attention they deserve when I fuck you.

[Rye hums, looking at him with lidded eyes, fingers moving to kerp thrusting against that spot.] There it is. That spot that makes my gorgeous fucktoy sing.

I'm gonna start sucking you off now. And I want you to talk. Beg to fuck my throat. Do it pretty enough, and I'll take you deep.

And....if you do a good job with your nipples, work them hard, you can grab my hair when you're in my throat....and I'll let go of your hips. Don't worry, my fingers will keep fucking you too. How does that sound?

[That spot really is getting to him. He arches and pants, trying to press back into Rye's fingers and forward into his mouth, the motions nothing more than tiny twitches, thank to Rye holding his hips in place]

J-jesus. That - yeah, that sounds amazing. That sounds - god, I wanna feel your mouth. I want you to s-suck me.

[His hands are working at his own nipples, still - pinching and tugging harder now, shuddering up into his own touch as he struggles to do as he's been asked]

P-please? I wanna - wanna press all the way in. I want your mouth. The teasing's real good, but it - it makes me want more so bad.

[Rye shifts, dark eyes watching Hurricane play with himself.] Such a good boy. Keep singing, pet. I love how you sound.

[He guides his cock into his mouth, starting slow at first, a light suck as he bobs his head, getting used to the feeling again. He keeps one hand on his hip, eyes watching him with a lidded look.]

[As Hurricane begs, he moves a little farther down. As he plays with his nipples, any particularly hard tug gets a sharp, hard suck for several long moments, Rye groaning around him. He slowly builds taking more, more pressure, mixed with his tongue moving along the underside, pressing under the head.]

[He's not pressed against his throat yet though, taking his time to move down bit by bit, fingers still moving to hit that spot as they thrust in.]

((Realized I messed up hand logistics.))

[Every time Rye gives those sharp, hard sucks, Hurricane's breath hitches; his hips twitch, trying to press him up off the mattress and into Rye's mouth]

Oh, jesus. That's - good. That's r-real good. It's so - hot, and wet and - god, your tongue. Every time you hit that one spot, I about l-lose it.

[It seems to be a good reward system; certainly, it's encouraging Hurricane to be rougher with his nipples, twisting and tugging no matter how it makes him squirm, the pleasure-pain borderline too intense]

Keep - keep doing that, it feels so good. I wanna - I wanna go all the way in. Aahh, jesus, don't stop, that's - just like that, holy shit, dude, your mouth -

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