Dream post [X]

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[Spicy dreams go here]

[[sfw dreams]]

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[crossmyheartandhope]

[The flush goes deeper still, and he bites down hard on his lip, firmly refusing to look at Rye,]

[protectshisown]

It's okay.

I am too.

I'll let you fuck me first if it helps you get more comfortable.

[crossmyheartandhope]

N-naw, it's - it's fine.

I wanna - like we said. I oughtta act the part.

[protectshisown]

[He chuckles a bit, kissing his temple.]

Then I'll make sure to take full advantage of the maid service.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Leaning into the kiss. One of his hands reaches down, attempting to be surreptitious, to adjust himself through the dress,]

We, uh. We almost there?

[protectshisown]

[he looks down at his hand.] Hm, right over there.

[Just a few buildings down is a cute cafe.]

Then my cute maid gets something to eat~

[He ignores the soft squees.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He flushes, dark - takes his hand away, as though burned. His steps are decidedly lopsided,]

Sounds, uh. Sounds like a plan.

[protectshisown]

It does.

[And he reaches the cafe, opening the door.] Choose a table for me to set the meal.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Maybe, like -

The one in the corner...?

[protectshisown]

Okay.

[And]

[He's very red, but he moves to the table because, well, they have to do this! And]

[It is Very Hot.]

[It's best to just plunge in for these sort of things, which is why he does choose to sit on the table instead of the chair. Spreading his legs and he's. Very much not wearing underwear.]

Time to eat, my cute maid.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The flush goes darker still, when he sees Rye just settle himself on the table and spread his legs. He shifts, squirming a little, as he realizes this means he's not going to be able to take cover under the table like he'd planned]

[All around them, the audience members seated at their tables are turning to look, murmuring low and excited]

Ah - right.

L-lemme, like - right.

[And he goes, very carefully, to his knees]

[protectshisown]

[His hand goes to his hair, petting it gently, his own legs shaking a bit in nerves, and humiliation, wings and tails shifting behind him, but he's committed to this.]

[Despite that, his cock is peaking out of the sheathe, his folds glistening.]

Be good for me, okay?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah.

I can - yeah.

[He shuffles forward on his knees, in easy reaching distance]

Should I just, like...?

[protectshisown]

Yes.

Let me feel your mouth.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He leans in, careful - starts with delicate kitten licks all along the head, tiny laps that cover every centimeter at least twice, lapping at the very tip as thoough to coax out precome]

[protectshisown]

[He gasps, shuddering at the little licks, heading falling back. Fingers still running through his hair.]

[It doesn't take much to coax his cock out if the sheath, each lick getting more, and the intensity of New, but also the eyes watching, it's a lot. A little pre already beading at the tip.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He laps up the precome, diligent - begins working his way down Rye's cock with those same tiny licks, back toward the glistening folds]

[When he gets there he tastes those, too, exploring softly]

[protectshisown]

[A soft, low moan leaves him, cock twitching under his tongue, folds tightening briefly at teasing licks.]

[The crowd is definitely paying attention. Murmuring to each other and starting to pull out phones.]

[His face burns in humiliation, but it just makes each lick feel just that much more, slick and pre forming under his mouth, fingers tightening in his hair briefly.] Gods, Hurricane....

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He makes a questioning hum against Rye, but doesn't stop licking - makes his slow way back up to Rye's cock, all the way to the tip, where he delicately laps up the new pre that's formed]

[Then he takes the tip into his mouth and begins to suckle, softly]

[protectshisown]

Your mouth...it's really hot....and you look so good like this. [Murmured softly, gently petting his hair, quiet moans leaving him with every flick of his tongue.]

[His grip tightens briefly, eyes closing as he breathes in sharply, cock twitching in his mouth with enough dollop of pre.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He laps away the precome attentively, tongue working steadily at the tip. That's all that's in his mouth, still - just that little bit, with that gentle suction and the ceaseless wet rhythm of his tongue]

[He reaches up with one of his hands, careful, back behind Rye's cock - traces along those glistening folds with the tips of his fingers]

[protectshisown]

[Rye finds himself squirming at the delicate build up. Fingers petting and sometimes gripping his hair as the tongue swipes away a bit of pre. The tip leaking a few dollops after several moments of teasing.]

[He gasps as the fingers move to tease his folds, a soft whine leaving him.] That's it....keep going. Such a good maid... [Softly murmured.]

[More fans are definitely paying attention, pulling out phones.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Hurricane hums a soft sound, without removing his mouth from the very tip of Rye's cock. He laves his tongue over it continually - pauses to suckle again, before returning to those gentle swipes of his tongue]

[Behind, his other hand traces up and down those folds, dipping in between them to gather the wetness there]

[protectshisown]

[He's breathing heavy, his face getting redder by the moment between Hurricane's attention and the eyes watching them. Gasping sharply at the suckles that turn to soft whimpers at the licks.]

[He keeps squirming as his folds are teased in tandem, hips trying to press closer. Both at once is a lot of sensation at once and both are quick to make him hard and wet. Slick starting to gather thickly over his fingers.]

Keep going....please, I need...I need you to keep going...more.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Another soft hum, this time in acknowledgement - and just like that, Hurricane bows his head down to swallow more of Rye's cock. It's not the full way, yet - only about half - but he takes it in and suckles, and then draws back again, beginning a steady rhythm, mouth warm and wet and accomodating]

[His other hand reaches up and back - slides between those folds, searching for the opening]