[ She draws back from where she was kissing his ear and neck to sit on her haunches (so, on his dick). Her eyes have those mirthful crinkles at the corners, but otherwise she is serious here. ] I know.
[ Horny he may be, insatiable at times, sure. But she's not surprised that this is new to him. ] On the bright side, it's not new to me. I'll make it feel good to you. And if - we can have a safeword? If anything feels bad or just not mindblowingly good, you can use it and I'll stop.
[ "It's not new to me". Don't pout, Nico tells himself. Of course Ea would've had the gumption to do something like this before, with other partners; she would look so pretty on top of another woman or man, taking them apart with her pretty hands and her clever hips.
He frowns, just a little. Not jealous, but possessive. Monstrous of him, he knows― he blames his celestial ancestry for the personality flaw (convenient). ]
―I don't think you're capable of making me feel bad, Ea.
[ A soft hum, and he hugs her closer, minding her weight on his uncomfortably hard dick. Oof. He's not sure if the "no touching" extends to her as well, but he's violated it by hugging her to his chest, setting the toy aside to hold her close against his racing heartbeat. ]
Do what you'd like. Take what you want. It'll be bliss for me.
[ There have been people before Nico, so many that she's lost count. She's warmed people's beds, one way or another, sometimes just one and sometimes many. Sex has always been fun, and she has only ever let it be an enjoyable activity, for as long as she's been sexually active.
But this is a first for her. The love. The devotion, the feeling of possessiveness for one singular person. She would absolutely jump in his arms and hiss furiously at any of Nico's exes, so she wouldn't hold it against him that he gets a bit possessive.
It feels so furiously good, too. The tight hugs.
She brushes a kiss to his brow, arousal fluttering in her stomach when he promises to melt. ] Fuck - okay. You wonder - okay. [ She finds his lips, kisses him long and heady, hunger building with each second, until she's sure she could possibly come just from kissing him.
[ "Exes", as if he's had anything beyond patient women in brothels. Ea's his one and only when it comes to something emotional, and he's still navigating it with clumsy, whole-hearted affection.
His mouth is flushed by the time she lets him go, and he's a little bleary from his self-imposed edging. Still, he parses Ea's request as best as he can, horny and muddled, and nods while he shifts under her, trying to figure out how to move his limbs. He'd be so fucked if an enemy burst through their window right now.
Speaking of fucked, though.
Onto his stomach he goes. It isn't easy, especially having to navigate his very prominent erection so that he doesn't sandwich it uncomfortably between his stomach and the bedsheets; he mitigates it by hiking his hips up and distributing his weight on his knees, which inevitably looks like he's putting his ass up in the air for Ea.
Slightly embarrassing. He makes a choked sound in the back of his throat, and presses his flushed face into his pillow. ]
[ She will have a lot of patient women in brothels to thank, then. Some other time.
While he turns over, she takes off her shirt and steps into the harness, tugging into place. It rests snug against her hips and around her thighs.
He won't see it, but she's kept her underwear on, the black cloth striking a in contrast against the pale, lavender hue of her skin. It's hot, but nothing is ever going to be as hot as watching Nico kneel with his face against the pillow and his ass up for her, neglected erection bobbing for attention between his legs. ] Sweet Hells. Holy fuck.
[ And more sense-making observations! She is kneeling behind him in a heartbeat, kissing the small of his back.
While her concentration lasts, she uses her mage hand to bring the oil bottle closer, without giving up the pleasure of kissing his back. Up and up his spine until her hips are pressed against his ass, the harness straps against his skin. She holds him there, and reaches around to touch him, her hand wrapping around his cock at last. The feral comes out: ]
[ Oh, she feels so good pressed against him. His brain screams finally again at every touch, every press of her lips against his skin, and it's all Nico can do to keep his weight braced on his elbows, his body braced against itself to block the threat of orgasm before Ea can even get anything done.
He jumps when fingers coil around his cock. He's leaking, precome staining already-soiled sheets, slick for her when she grips him. ]
Yours.
[ An easy validation, as he squirms in her grip. He can feel the soft harnesses resting neatly on her perfect hips, and he chances a glance backwards to get a glimpse of how they frame her lithe, beautiful silhouette. ]
[ She hides a smile against his back, pumping him in lazy strokes and pausing here to squeeze just a little tighter around the base. ] That's my line.
[ Speaking of exquisite, Nico naked and bend over and at her mercy is an image she is going to take with her into old age - an old age she is stubborn now to make it to, so she gets more years with him, more time to play and discover things like this together.
There's only one thing that could improve this view, and that's this: she leans back, sitting on her heels, and uses the (honestly by far superior) mage hand again to uncork the bottle. She releases her hold on his cock for the few moments it takes her to drip the oil into both hands, rubbing them together, and then it's back. One hand back to stroking his cock, the other running up over his flank, groping one cheek, thumb brushing between them. She presses a kiss to his unoiled cheek, while the mess is controlled. Reverently. ] My pretty angel.
[ A beat. ] I have to say, there's something really poetic about the two of us like this, I feel like I'm corrupting you.
[ How funny would it be if she gets him a cockring before he can get her a proper ring. Not a thought that Nico is having now, too out of his mind with thoughts of Ea fucking him halfway to unconsciousness, but a thought that might occur to him later, if that ringed squeeze around the base of his flushed erection comes back.
Ea is courteous enough to warm the oil between her palms before she starts slicking him with it, so he doesn't jump at the new sensation; he just squirms a bit more under all the attention, which is new and a little strange. There's something about this that makes him feel vulnerable, and makes him appreciate how Ea gives herself to him when their positions are switched― it only makes him adore her more, even. If that were even possible.
Arching back into her hands and moaning softly into his pillow, Nico manages: ]
Gods, if this is what falling into the Hells feels like, I'd give up Elysium in a heartbeat.
[ Panted, rubbing up against Ea's palm. ] I've heard that people... hm. [ A choked breath, another half-groan. ] ...They "roleplay" scenarios like that. [ Is that the right word? He hasn't a clue. ]
Horny behaviour. [ She does sound proud of him for it, for the record. He is incredible, relaxing into her touch and even moving to meet it. Is he aware that he's practically fucking her hand here? Probably not, she wouldn't be aware of most of her surroundings if the roles were reversed; the best thing to do is to call him a slut in the sweetest way possible, and tighten her hold so he's got something nice and familiar to rock into.
And also, to his point: ] Is that something you want to try out? Should I be the devil on your shoulder, dearest? [ She presses a kiss to the small of his back, then shifts herself up to her knees again, and teases her middle finger against his asshole. ] I can tell you to be a good boy and take it. Do you want to be a good boy and take it? [ Please. She'll give him anything he wants, including that. ]
[ When isn't he a horny mess around his favorite person, honestly. He arches again when she rubs around his hole, the pressure against it foreign but enticing; he's not sure what to expect, but there's something alluring about that, too. Allowing Ea to do to him what no one has ever done or contemplated doing to him before.
His one and only. His chest constricts in anticipation, his heartbeat like hammers against his eardrums. ]
I want to be yours, [ is the kneejerk, honest response. Just so she knows. He can be playful a beat later, when he catches his erratic breath and bucks against that question fingers, letting it slick along the cleft of his ass. ] Make your good boy take everything you have, love.
[ She's made him desperate for it. Ea should celebrate her triumph by doing whatever the hells she wants to him. ]
[ A new discovery: it is possible to feel so turned on by a declaration (an oath) that you're dizzy. She's dizzy with his, but plants her knees into the bed and pushes one finger in slowly.
Anchoring herself in his ass. Isn't she romantic? ]
You already are mine. [ She eases that first slicked up finger in, one inch at a time. In, then out, in then out, until he's melting into it again. ]
But this must be the sweetest surrender. I'm going to take everything you give me, sweetheart. [ A second finger joins, on the next press in. ] And you give it so well.
[ Ea breaches him, and the feeling is― well. Unqualifiable at first, strange. Not uncomfortable, but she should feel how he tenses around her graceful finger, not quite rejecting it until he relaxes in increments, inviting further questing. After initial coaxing, he does melt, and subtly shifts his hips back to give Ea a better angle, his cock still embarrassingly hard and leaking between his legs.
Oh, he breathes. He's flushed all over, his fissures pulsing steady blue. Glowing fingers tangle in bedsheets, and his next moan is muffled into the pillows that he's pressed his face into. He might suffocate. ]
Gods, Ea― yes.
[ His toes curl; he wonders if this mounting impatience is how she always feels. ] Whatever you want. Anything.
[ Oh, he's glowing. It makes her want to be absolutely feral - kiss him, bite him, claw his back so he knows he's hers - and as he asks her for anything she wants, she shivers, and sinks those two fingers in. She knows they're slim compared to his, but the mounting impatience looks to be about the same.
She grabs onto his hip with her other hand and fucks those fingers into him, slow and steady but demanding. ]
I want you to come. I want you wild and needy. I'm going to do this - [ One, two more thrusts and she scissors her fingers inside him so he can get used to it. ]
You can touch yourself, and you can come, as long as you know that I'm going to keep going. This ass is mine tonight. Yes?
[ And suddenly, everything feels devastatingly good. Maybe it's the angle she drives her fingers in, or maybe it's the livid way Ea tries to claim him― either way, he starts to grow pliant for her, his back arched and his thighs spreading further for more access, not minding too terribly that it puts him more embarrassingly on display.
Needy is the only word for how he huffs and whines around his exhales, ohs turning into mms. When given permission, he desperately reaches for his flushed-red cock dripping patterns onto the bedsheets, and starts to artlessly jerk himself off in desperate strokes. Wanting but not wanting release. ]
Yes, [ he's really too stupid to say anything but this, for the moment. ] Yes, yes, yes.
[ Hers, completely. Another growl-whine, with his ass clenching around Ea's next attempt to draw out, as if he doesn't want her to pull away. Greedy. ]
[ Incredible. There's some sort of territorial monster taking over her because she just wants to slam into him and help him lose his mind. She might just come, from the emotional weight of this moment. No direct stimulation needed.
Her nails dig into his skin where she has grabbed his hip, and sinks her fingers deep, knuckle deep, curling then to hit a spot that makes him see the stars. (She's had positive feedback before.) ]
Fuck, so tight and so greedy, baby. [ Not a common petname for him by any means, but it slips out and feels right. ] I'm almost tempted to give you my dick right now, feels like you could take it.
[ And yet. She doesn't yet. Instead, she slides her hand from his hip up his spine, setting her palm down between his shoulder blades and pushes down.
Leans her weight into it and all, and fucks him with her fingers, her pace matching the desperate strokes of his hand on his cock. ]
Glow all nice and pretty for me, angel, there we go...
[ It's a lot. Not just because he's been dying for this all day (even though he has), but because the actual act of Ea spreading him open is far better than his limited brainpower could've even imagined or anticipated. Any vestige of shame that could've ruined this moment for him simply evaporates as Ea makes him arch for it, because it feels so fucking good when her finger curls, and oh, fuck, he's― ]
Coming, [ he warns, though it sounds more like a question than a statement, like he can't believe it. ] Fuck, Ea, I'm―
[ She hits his prostate again, and he's gone: squeezing around the fingers in him, trying with shuddering desperation to keep them there while his cock jerks in his palm and leaves trails of come on his skin. His groan is long, drawn-out, almost a growl.
But obviously, it doesn't stop there. She'd warned him that it wouldn't, and he near-whimpers when Ea keeps fucking him, his orgasm-addled head trying to remind himself that, gods, she hasn't even used her toy on him yet. She's really going to ruin him tonight. ]
[ That growl - fucking exquisite. She really can't get enough of him, messy and feral just like this. Him coming feels like a physical triumph for her, arousal coiling low and deep in her stomach. She curls her tail up under her, between her legs. The end of it curls around his thick thigh, the thicker top part pressed against her clothed pussy, ridges rubbing against interesting parts.
She rocks her hips against the sensation even as she fucks him longer, getting some practice in rutting against his. ]
That's perfect, you've done so well for me, darling - dearest - most beloved.
[ There's something to be said about all the praise that spills out of her mouth while she fucks his ass with her fingers, the contrast between actions and words. It's not like she needs to take him like this to love him, it's not conditional. But gods, she is so grateful and proud that he's also a freak.
Anyway. She runs her hand down the length of his spine, leans down and licks the sweat from the small of his back, and nips at the top of one cheek. Withdrawing her hand, however reluctantly, is needed so she can fit the toy in its holster. It is necessary, but she does it quickly, no hint of hesitation or uncertainty - a dab hand, Ea Lowkey.
She settles between his spread knees, and runs her hands greedily over his ass, groping him pretty shamelessly, and lets him feel that the toy is in place by resting the underside of it between his cheeks. ]
Holy fuck, this is so hot. Nico - Nico, I need to immortalise this view, fuck. I'll learn how to paint or something.
[ Every single part of him feels oversensitive to the point of parody. His cock is spent but still interested (speaking of being a freak), flushed-red with stimulation that doesn't seem to stop; he jumps a little when Ea licks that hot stripe along his back, reacting to everything with what he presumes is comical eagerness.
What the fuck is happening to him.
A quick glance behind him when the fingers retract reveals the blurry outline of Ea fitting the last piece into her pretty puzzle, and Gods, it's sinful. The soft leather still frames her beautifully, but it's the addition of the toy cock that makes Nico feel even dizzier than he already does. Is it weird to say that it suits her? Probably. Again, freak. He groans softly when he feels the flat of that blunt toy slide over the cleft of his ass, but the sound turns into a stuttering laugh when he gathers enough brainpower to decipher what Ea is saying to him. ]
Please, don't. I don't think I could live with a painting of my ass in existence, even if it's in your possession.
[ Will she just. Carry it around with her???? Put it in her coinpurse??? He'll have to pray to every living deity that Ea never gets pickpocketed. The mental image is so funny that he has the gall to keep laughing, even with his ass up and his face buried in pillows. ]
Gods, how is it that you make me love you more every day.
[ I'm a delight, she's told people before in a dry, amused tone that brokered no contradiction. The funny part is that Nico believes it, with his whole ass.
Speaking of. ] Look, babe, perfection should be immortalised.
[ She can keep bantering with him, but it won't distract her from the final goal. She takes the bottle of oil again to prepare herself, dripping it over the toy and onto the cleft of that perfect ass.
With one hand, she spreads it onto the toy in two, efficient pumps. With the length of the toy, she smears the rest onto his skin, rubbing it back and forth over his asshole. ]
I love this view. Should make you ask for it explicitly, but... I'm easy and I love you.
[ And she's impatient to be inside him now, so she notches the tip of the toy to his hole, and presses it in with help from her hand to control the pressure. A little at a time, until the head breaches and slips inside.
Blurted out, ] You can fuck me ass too. Not now but - you could.
[ Residual chuckles, like aftershocks of an earthquake. Overstimulation delirium, might be the medical term (Nico makes it up on the spot). Nico wants no part of himself to be immortalized, but maudlin thoughts are for men who aren't being fucked in the ass, and all coherency leaves him after the first breach of oil-slick toy to his heretofore untouched hole.
It's a tight fit, obviously. Ea's previously careful stretching with her fingers means that the slow inward pressure doesn't hurt, but he has to remind himself not to hold his breath as Ea slides in.
A slow, shuddering breath later, fingers fisting in ruined sheets: ] You should finish fucking me, first.
[ Meant to be a light tease. ("What, you think I'd say no?") That said, as he tries to relax and not make it harder for Ea to move the way she wants to: ] －Does this feel good for you?
[ A low and breathless laugh, by now familiar to him. She's focusing really hard on making it feel good for him over here, pouring all her own devotion into the first slide in - the thought of Nico actually doing this to her is threatening to distract her from task.
This is the trouble with Ea, she's greedy. Can't get enough of him, can't get enough of causing his pleasure and earning all those devastated moans. Does it feel good for her? ]
Mm. Might come just from watching you take it. [ Not a lie. She pauses long enough for a shiver, and rocks her hips forward gently, pushing further into him. In her ears, a cacophony of Nico's breathless pleas to take anything she wants from him, even if just a memory, makes her dizzy. She brings her hands up to his hips, for balance and grip, and with a soft inhale, she experiments with a thrust. Slow, slippery, careful - but unrelenting. She withdraws until the toy is almost all the way out and presses forward further than before. Like this, every time, until her hips are nestled against his ass, and she's fully seated. ]
[ A lot of Nico's thoughts tonight boil down to "oh, fuck". Acclimating to the first few experimental thrusts is a lesson in endurance, but he feels his body slowly understanding what to expect, and the greedy part of himself, too, mirrors Ea in its quest to find pleasure in what's being done to him.
He exhales again, and instead of the tension-taut way he held his breath before, the tail end of that exhale breaks into a rasped moan. It's hard to identify what the fuck did it for him－ he has no experience with this－ but he thinks it might've been the angle; the too-honest, shameless part of him (the part of him with the poor brain-to-mouth filter) squirms under Ea after that white-hot jolt of goodgoodgood.
There's something intensely hot about being pinned by a woman who has less than half of his body mass. She owns him completely in this moment, has him on a collar and leash. Wrapped around her finger, and around her toy dick. ]
Oh, fuck. [ Again, the only thing he can articulate right now, even if the giver part of his brain worries that he's not even really touching Ea, that he should be doing more than writhing around with his ass up. Hells. ] Please, love, are you sure－
[ He chokes on that next syllable, unable to finish the sentence. "Are you sure we shouldn't switch positions, are you sure you don't want me to touch you too?" ]
[ Tadpoles aside, maybe she's been sleeping with him long enough to know exactly where he was going with that question, and maybe she cuts him off with a shallow thrust and her nails pressing into his skin in warning.
She tuts, too, all benevolent and sensual. ] No, no. Your only job right now is to take it. I'm doing the cherishing tonight.
[ With a quick lick of her lips, she starts on a pace. It's not the world-shattering thrusts he gives her when she's begged him for harder, Nico, please, wreck me. But relentless, steady, rolling her hips forward over and over, filling him.
And in the meantime, ] Oh, my perfect boy, so messy, taking it so well... Reach behind you with one arm.
[ So she can grab his wrist and guide his hand down between them, let him feel where he's stretched around her cock. She might hold his hand down against the small of his back, just so he feels like he's touching her. ]
[ Oh, cruel mistress, how he loves you so. She doesn't need to pound him halfway to death to make him unfurl completely, which is both a sign of his inexperience and a testament to how much she's edged him all of today: when he reaches back, as told, to feel where they're connected, he makes a low, rasped sound of near-disbelief. Ah, a sharp intake of breath, followed by an extended hiss.
Fuck, she's so hot. He curls his fingers around hers where she's holding him down, needing that point of connection as he starts to lose himself again, his aching cock hard again despite the sheer impossibility of it. "Messy" is the only correct descriptor. ]
Ea, Gods― [ Fluctuating between tightening and relaxing, slowly starting to push his hips back every time she deigns to surge forward. Meeting her rhythm, despite his brain quickly dissolving into a useless lump, fueled by pure animal instinct. His toes curl into the mattress, knees bracing his weight as he tries to fuck himself against Ea, knowing, academically, that she must not feel anything from the toy itself, but desperately wanting her to. ]
Fuck, love, I wish you could come in me too, [ he pants. Definitely stupid. Wanting to be equal in all things, apparently, including all the hindbrain horny shit that most normal people wouldn't even contemplate. ]
[ Than the gods for the blessed aasimar endurance. There are so many reasons why he shouldn't still be ready to come again, but here he is - fuck her, he's perfect.
She squeezes her grip on his hand, fingers threading together, and uses it to rock harder into him as soon as she notices him trying to ride the toy. Every thrust forward presses against her clit through the fabric of her panties, and she groans. Curls her toes, tries not to fuck his brains out in the hunt for a personal orgasm. Him first.
Him first, second, third, tonight.
He does break that determination a little with his soft whine - or is it her who whines softly? ] Fuck, me too. Me too, I'd love to fill you up... [ She's going to ignore that blush that spreads from her cheeks down her chest, because she means it. ] And feel you all tight around me. Hah... [ She pauses with her hips snug against him, lets him take the whole toy and feel it. It's nowhere near as wide and long as what Nico puts her through every time they have sex, but she'll be generous and concede that he doesn't have to be a size queen like his beloved is.
Also, that maybe she's just fucking crazy for his dick, specifically. Anyway.
Stupid times two. ] Look at you - not so shy about riding my dick, are you, sweetheart?
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Date: 2024-07-21 09:46 am (UTC)[ Horny he may be, insatiable at times, sure. But she's not surprised that this is new to him. ] On the bright side, it's not new to me. I'll make it feel good to you. And if - we can have a safeword? If anything feels bad or just not mindblowingly good, you can use it and I'll stop.
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Date: 2024-07-21 09:52 am (UTC)He frowns, just a little. Not jealous, but possessive. Monstrous of him, he knows― he blames his celestial ancestry for the personality flaw (convenient). ]
―I don't think you're capable of making me feel bad, Ea.
[ A soft hum, and he hugs her closer, minding her weight on his uncomfortably hard dick. Oof. He's not sure if the "no touching" extends to her as well, but he's violated it by hugging her to his chest, setting the toy aside to hold her close against his racing heartbeat. ]
Do what you'd like. Take what you want. It'll be bliss for me.
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Date: 2024-07-21 10:01 am (UTC)But this is a first for her. The love. The devotion, the feeling of possessiveness for one singular person. She would absolutely jump in his arms and hiss furiously at any of Nico's exes, so she wouldn't hold it against him that he gets a bit possessive.
It feels so furiously good, too. The tight hugs.
She brushes a kiss to his brow, arousal fluttering in her stomach when he promises to melt. ] Fuck - okay. You wonder - okay. [ She finds his lips, kisses him long and heady, hunger building with each second, until she's sure she could possibly come just from kissing him.
Then she pulls away to look at him again. ]
Get on your stomach for me?
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Date: 2024-07-21 10:38 am (UTC)His mouth is flushed by the time she lets him go, and he's a little bleary from his self-imposed edging. Still, he parses Ea's request as best as he can, horny and muddled, and nods while he shifts under her, trying to figure out how to move his limbs. He'd be so fucked if an enemy burst through their window right now.
Speaking of fucked, though.
Onto his stomach he goes. It isn't easy, especially having to navigate his very prominent erection so that he doesn't sandwich it uncomfortably between his stomach and the bedsheets; he mitigates it by hiking his hips up and distributing his weight on his knees, which inevitably looks like he's putting his ass up in the air for Ea.
Slightly embarrassing. He makes a choked sound in the back of his throat, and presses his flushed face into his pillow. ]
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Date: 2024-07-21 10:50 am (UTC)While he turns over, she takes off her shirt and steps into the harness, tugging into place. It rests snug against her hips and around her thighs.
He won't see it, but she's kept her underwear on, the black cloth striking a in contrast against the pale, lavender hue of her skin. It's hot, but nothing is ever going to be as hot as watching Nico kneel with his face against the pillow and his ass up for her, neglected erection bobbing for attention between his legs. ] Sweet Hells. Holy fuck.
[ And more sense-making observations! She is kneeling behind him in a heartbeat, kissing the small of his back.
While her concentration lasts, she uses her mage hand to bring the oil bottle closer, without giving up the pleasure of kissing his back. Up and up his spine until her hips are pressed against his ass, the harness straps against his skin. She holds him there, and reaches around to touch him, her hand wrapping around his cock at last. The feral comes out: ]
Mine.
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Date: 2024-07-23 11:12 am (UTC)He jumps when fingers coil around his cock. He's leaking, precome staining already-soiled sheets, slick for her when she grips him. ]
Yours.
[ An easy validation, as he squirms in her grip. He can feel the soft harnesses resting neatly on her perfect hips, and he chances a glance backwards to get a glimpse of how they frame her lithe, beautiful silhouette. ]
―Gods, you're exquisite.
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Date: 2024-07-23 11:35 am (UTC)[ Speaking of exquisite, Nico naked and bend over and at her mercy is an image she is going to take with her into old age - an old age she is stubborn now to make it to, so she gets more years with him, more time to play and discover things like this together.
There's only one thing that could improve this view, and that's this: she leans back, sitting on her heels, and uses the (honestly by far superior) mage hand again to uncork the bottle. She releases her hold on his cock for the few moments it takes her to drip the oil into both hands, rubbing them together, and then it's back. One hand back to stroking his cock, the other running up over his flank, groping one cheek, thumb brushing between them. She presses a kiss to his unoiled cheek, while the mess is controlled. Reverently. ] My pretty angel.
[ A beat. ] I have to say, there's something really poetic about the two of us like this, I feel like I'm corrupting you.
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Date: 2024-07-23 11:46 am (UTC)Ea is courteous enough to warm the oil between her palms before she starts slicking him with it, so he doesn't jump at the new sensation; he just squirms a bit more under all the attention, which is new and a little strange. There's something about this that makes him feel vulnerable, and makes him appreciate how Ea gives herself to him when their positions are switched― it only makes him adore her more, even. If that were even possible.
Arching back into her hands and moaning softly into his pillow, Nico manages: ]
Gods, if this is what falling into the Hells feels like, I'd give up Elysium in a heartbeat.
[ Panted, rubbing up against Ea's palm. ] I've heard that people... hm. [ A choked breath, another half-groan. ] ...They "roleplay" scenarios like that. [ Is that the right word? He hasn't a clue. ]
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Date: 2024-07-23 12:02 pm (UTC)And also, to his point: ] Is that something you want to try out? Should I be the devil on your shoulder, dearest? [ She presses a kiss to the small of his back, then shifts herself up to her knees again, and teases her middle finger against his asshole. ] I can tell you to be a good boy and take it. Do you want to be a good boy and take it? [ Please. She'll give him anything he wants, including that. ]
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Date: 2024-07-27 04:26 am (UTC)His one and only. His chest constricts in anticipation, his heartbeat like hammers against his eardrums. ]
I want to be yours, [ is the kneejerk, honest response. Just so she knows. He can be playful a beat later, when he catches his erratic breath and bucks against that question fingers, letting it slick along the cleft of his ass. ] Make your good boy take everything you have, love.
[ She's made him desperate for it. Ea should celebrate her triumph by doing whatever the hells she wants to him. ]
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Date: 2024-07-27 08:54 am (UTC)Anchoring herself in his ass. Isn't she romantic? ]
You already are mine. [ She eases that first slicked up finger in, one inch at a time. In, then out, in then out, until he's melting into it again. ]
But this must be the sweetest surrender. I'm going to take everything you give me, sweetheart. [ A second finger joins, on the next press in. ] And you give it so well.
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Date: 2024-07-27 11:37 am (UTC)Oh, he breathes. He's flushed all over, his fissures pulsing steady blue. Glowing fingers tangle in bedsheets, and his next moan is muffled into the pillows that he's pressed his face into. He might suffocate. ]
Gods, Ea― yes.
[ His toes curl; he wonders if this mounting impatience is how she always feels. ] Whatever you want. Anything.
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Date: 2024-07-27 11:59 am (UTC)She grabs onto his hip with her other hand and fucks those fingers into him, slow and steady but demanding. ]
I want you to come. I want you wild and needy. I'm going to do this - [ One, two more thrusts and she scissors her fingers inside him so he can get used to it. ]
You can touch yourself, and you can come, as long as you know that I'm going to keep going. This ass is mine tonight. Yes?
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Date: 2024-07-27 12:29 pm (UTC)Needy is the only word for how he huffs and whines around his exhales, ohs turning into mms. When given permission, he desperately reaches for his flushed-red cock dripping patterns onto the bedsheets, and starts to artlessly jerk himself off in desperate strokes. Wanting but not wanting release. ]
Yes, [ he's really too stupid to say anything but this, for the moment. ] Yes, yes, yes.
[ Hers, completely. Another growl-whine, with his ass clenching around Ea's next attempt to draw out, as if he doesn't want her to pull away. Greedy. ]
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Date: 2024-07-27 04:26 pm (UTC)Her nails dig into his skin where she has grabbed his hip, and sinks her fingers deep, knuckle deep, curling then to hit a spot that makes him see the stars. (She's had positive feedback before.) ]
Fuck, so tight and so greedy, baby. [ Not a common petname for him by any means, but it slips out and feels right. ] I'm almost tempted to give you my dick right now, feels like you could take it.
[ And yet. She doesn't yet. Instead, she slides her hand from his hip up his spine, setting her palm down between his shoulder blades and pushes down.
Leans her weight into it and all, and fucks him with her fingers, her pace matching the desperate strokes of his hand on his cock. ]
Glow all nice and pretty for me, angel, there we go...
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Date: 2024-07-28 12:21 pm (UTC)Coming, [ he warns, though it sounds more like a question than a statement, like he can't believe it. ] Fuck, Ea, I'm―
[ She hits his prostate again, and he's gone: squeezing around the fingers in him, trying with shuddering desperation to keep them there while his cock jerks in his palm and leaves trails of come on his skin. His groan is long, drawn-out, almost a growl.
But obviously, it doesn't stop there. She'd warned him that it wouldn't, and he near-whimpers when Ea keeps fucking him, his orgasm-addled head trying to remind himself that, gods, she hasn't even used her toy on him yet. She's really going to ruin him tonight. ]
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Date: 2024-07-28 02:12 pm (UTC)She rocks her hips against the sensation even as she fucks him longer, getting some practice in rutting against his. ]
That's perfect, you've done so well for me, darling - dearest - most beloved.
[ There's something to be said about all the praise that spills out of her mouth while she fucks his ass with her fingers, the contrast between actions and words. It's not like she needs to take him like this to love him, it's not conditional. But gods, she is so grateful and proud that he's also a freak.
Anyway. She runs her hand down the length of his spine, leans down and licks the sweat from the small of his back, and nips at the top of one cheek. Withdrawing her hand, however reluctantly, is needed so she can fit the toy in its holster. It is necessary, but she does it quickly, no hint of hesitation or uncertainty - a dab hand, Ea Lowkey.
She settles between his spread knees, and runs her hands greedily over his ass, groping him pretty shamelessly, and lets him feel that the toy is in place by resting the underside of it between his cheeks. ]
Holy fuck, this is so hot. Nico - Nico, I need to immortalise this view, fuck. I'll learn how to paint or something.
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Date: 2024-07-29 06:38 am (UTC)What the fuck is happening to him.
A quick glance behind him when the fingers retract reveals the blurry outline of Ea fitting the last piece into her pretty puzzle, and Gods, it's sinful. The soft leather still frames her beautifully, but it's the addition of the toy cock that makes Nico feel even dizzier than he already does. Is it weird to say that it suits her? Probably. Again, freak. He groans softly when he feels the flat of that blunt toy slide over the cleft of his ass, but the sound turns into a stuttering laugh when he gathers enough brainpower to decipher what Ea is saying to him. ]
Please, don't. I don't think I could live with a painting of my ass in existence, even if it's in your possession.
[ Will she just. Carry it around with her???? Put it in her coinpurse??? He'll have to pray to every living deity that Ea never gets pickpocketed. The mental image is so funny that he has the gall to keep laughing, even with his ass up and his face buried in pillows. ]
Gods, how is it that you make me love you more every day.
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Date: 2024-07-29 06:48 am (UTC)Speaking of. ] Look, babe, perfection should be immortalised.
[ She can keep bantering with him, but it won't distract her from the final goal. She takes the bottle of oil again to prepare herself, dripping it over the toy and onto the cleft of that perfect ass.
With one hand, she spreads it onto the toy in two, efficient pumps. With the length of the toy, she smears the rest onto his skin, rubbing it back and forth over his asshole. ]
I love this view. Should make you ask for it explicitly, but... I'm easy and I love you.
[ And she's impatient to be inside him now, so she notches the tip of the toy to his hole, and presses it in with help from her hand to control the pressure. A little at a time, until the head breaches and slips inside.
Blurted out, ] You can fuck me ass too. Not now but - you could.
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Date: 2024-07-29 08:28 am (UTC)It's a tight fit, obviously. Ea's previously careful stretching with her fingers means that the slow inward pressure doesn't hurt, but he has to remind himself not to hold his breath as Ea slides in.
A slow, shuddering breath later, fingers fisting in ruined sheets: ] You should finish fucking me, first.
[ Meant to be a light tease. ("What, you think I'd say no?") That said, as he tries to relax and not make it harder for Ea to move the way she wants to: ] －Does this feel good for you?
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Date: 2024-07-29 08:40 am (UTC)This is the trouble with Ea, she's greedy. Can't get enough of him, can't get enough of causing his pleasure and earning all those devastated moans. Does it feel good for her? ]
Mm. Might come just from watching you take it. [ Not a lie. She pauses long enough for a shiver, and rocks her hips forward gently, pushing further into him. In her ears, a cacophony of Nico's breathless pleas to take anything she wants from him, even if just a memory, makes her dizzy. She brings her hands up to his hips, for balance and grip, and with a soft inhale, she experiments with a thrust. Slow, slippery, careful - but unrelenting. She withdraws until the toy is almost all the way out and presses forward further than before. Like this, every time, until her hips are nestled against his ass, and she's fully seated. ]
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Date: 2024-07-29 08:55 am (UTC)He exhales again, and instead of the tension-taut way he held his breath before, the tail end of that exhale breaks into a rasped moan. It's hard to identify what the fuck did it for him－ he has no experience with this－ but he thinks it might've been the angle; the too-honest, shameless part of him (the part of him with the poor brain-to-mouth filter) squirms under Ea after that white-hot jolt of goodgoodgood.
There's something intensely hot about being pinned by a woman who has less than half of his body mass. She owns him completely in this moment, has him on a collar and leash. Wrapped around her finger, and around her toy dick. ]
Oh, fuck. [ Again, the only thing he can articulate right now, even if the giver part of his brain worries that he's not even really touching Ea, that he should be doing more than writhing around with his ass up. Hells. ] Please, love, are you sure－
[ He chokes on that next syllable, unable to finish the sentence. "Are you sure we shouldn't switch positions, are you sure you don't want me to touch you too?" ]
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Date: 2024-07-29 09:35 am (UTC)She tuts, too, all benevolent and sensual. ] No, no. Your only job right now is to take it. I'm doing the cherishing tonight.
[ With a quick lick of her lips, she starts on a pace. It's not the world-shattering thrusts he gives her when she's begged him for harder, Nico, please, wreck me. But relentless, steady, rolling her hips forward over and over, filling him.
And in the meantime, ] Oh, my perfect boy, so messy, taking it so well... Reach behind you with one arm.
[ So she can grab his wrist and guide his hand down between them, let him feel where he's stretched around her cock. She might hold his hand down against the small of his back, just so he feels like he's touching her. ]
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Date: 2024-07-29 11:31 am (UTC)Fuck, she's so hot. He curls his fingers around hers where she's holding him down, needing that point of connection as he starts to lose himself again, his aching cock hard again despite the sheer impossibility of it. "Messy" is the only correct descriptor. ]
Ea, Gods― [ Fluctuating between tightening and relaxing, slowly starting to push his hips back every time she deigns to surge forward. Meeting her rhythm, despite his brain quickly dissolving into a useless lump, fueled by pure animal instinct. His toes curl into the mattress, knees bracing his weight as he tries to fuck himself against Ea, knowing, academically, that she must not feel anything from the toy itself, but desperately wanting her to. ]
Fuck, love, I wish you could come in me too, [ he pants. Definitely stupid. Wanting to be equal in all things, apparently, including all the hindbrain horny shit that most normal people wouldn't even contemplate. ]
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Date: 2024-07-29 11:47 am (UTC)She squeezes her grip on his hand, fingers threading together, and uses it to rock harder into him as soon as she notices him trying to ride the toy. Every thrust forward presses against her clit through the fabric of her panties, and she groans. Curls her toes, tries not to fuck his brains out in the hunt for a personal orgasm. Him first.
Him first, second, third, tonight.
He does break that determination a little with his soft whine - or is it her who whines softly? ] Fuck, me too. Me too, I'd love to fill you up... [ She's going to ignore that blush that spreads from her cheeks down her chest, because she means it. ] And feel you all tight around me. Hah... [ She pauses with her hips snug against him, lets him take the whole toy and feel it. It's nowhere near as wide and long as what Nico puts her through every time they have sex, but she'll be generous and concede that he doesn't have to be a size queen like his beloved is.
Also, that maybe she's just fucking crazy for his dick, specifically. Anyway.
Stupid times two. ] Look at you - not so shy about riding my dick, are you, sweetheart?
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