[ 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?
[ He'll think about this later and wonder if it's that he likes being fucked, or if it's just the conceptual eroticism of having Ea fuck him; hard to be a size queen when it's more about enjoying getting destroyed by the love of his life. That, he's enthusiastic about: he feels so full, and when he feels her surge forward and push inside him until she bottoms out, the thing that gets him most is feeling Ea's weight drape across his back.
A shudder, another whine. His cock is leaking, but he leaves it untouched for now― it's so much better to focus on the electricity that runs up from the base of his spine up to the back of his eyes whenever Ea fucks into him. Whenever she occasionally bends enough that her pretty tits brush against his sweat-slick back, he tries to arch to meet them. ]
I've wanted you all day, [ sounds like more whining, because it is. ] I've given up on being shy.
[ His voice hitches and breaks, the last syllable lilting into a gasp when he bucks back and she hits him just right, making him see stars. It confuses him into silence for a moment, breath held, like he just came without his cock following suit; scrabbling against the sheets, he grits his teeth and makes sure not to break posture, even though he wants to switch positions and make out with Ea while she fucks him stupid. ]
[ Maybe she's a mind-reader beyond the tadpoles, because it crosses her mind - ironically just then - that she needs to kiss him so badly. It does take feeling him shudder, and go quiet, and tight - she can tell this part, because her thrust forward feels more obstructed, if that can be a word to describe it, like he's clenched around her cock.
Mostly, she wants to look down at his beautiful face in the throes of new, unexplored before pleasure.
Reluctant to pull out, or even move, she presses a kiss to his shoulder blade - where an angel would get his wings - and licks up his spine. Then pulls out, and pats his ass. ]
[ Gods, she's hot when she's bossy. There's probably a word for people like him, who genuinely enjoy when his partner has fun jostling him around, but he decides not to self-examine at this point in time. Maybe later. (Maybe never.)
Still staving off the aftershocks of what might have been a dry orgasm (holy shit), he blearily does as he's told. He feels heavy with lust, and his aching elbows find a bit of reprieve when he shifts the brunt of his weight so that he's lying flat on his back, knees drawn up as requested. It's a bit awkward to finagle his limbs the way he needs them to be, and he flushes from his ears to his cheeks at how exposing the position is. Not more exposing than his ass being in the air, sure, but.
It's new. He bares himself for Ea, though, because he loves her impossibly. ]
[ She would swoon if she weren't so focused. There's an overwhelming amount of things she wants to do now - pet him, stroke his cock, fuck him harder, pet his hair, kiss him on the mouth and then everywhere else.
She has to tell herself to focus, and first thing first: she kneels between his legs, her thighs brushing against his bare ass, and notches the tip of the toy against his asshole again.
Her gaze drops down, so she can watch as she slides it inside him again, her breath catching. ] Fuck. [ There's something very possessive about this, about the way he takes it. She loves him more than words are enough to say, but more than that, she wants to crawl under his skin and stay.
She might not have sensation in the toy, but fuck her if she doesn't feel the ghost sensation of filling him, like a coil in her stomach, a heat around her clit. ] Is this what it's like, when you - fuck, Nico.
[ One shudder later, she's back to fully sheathed inside him. One hand cups his face, the other traces his chest to graze her thumb over one nipple, while Ea surges forward to kiss him.
[ There she is. Being filled by Ea is indescribable, but being kissed by her is a familiar surge of comfort that has Nico arching up, his grip on his own thighs forgotten, to hold Ea's face in his too-hot hands and lick into her mouth. It's intimate and messy, which emboldens him to rock up into where Ea is seated inside him, dragging his still come-slick cock against her stomach.
His breath feels punched out of his lungs; he tilts his chin up when she teases the hardened peak of his nipple, and huffs softly against her jaw. ]
Nothing feels like you, [ he assures her, even if the sentiment is nice, thrilling, makes the heat in his stomach coil. ] You're perfect. So hot and tight for me.
[ Says the guy being fucked. He's forgotten whether the embargo on the use of his hands has been lifted yet, and if it hasn't, well. They're roaming now, stroking over the exquisite arch of Ea's back, tracing her tail, pressing against the curve of her ass. ]
[ Oh, to be perfectly honest - which she usually is, to be perfectly honest - there's nothing as bone-deep good as a messy kiss. Those little pockets of desperation and need, when he surges up to crush his mouth to hers, the soft sounds they both make. Relief and arousal, at first contact. She could live in those kisses for her whole lifetime.
(Which we've established is going to be long.)
He rocks up against her at the same time as she rocks forward into him, the sound of skin slapping skin driving her to release a groan against his lips.
Her mouth find his jawline, teeth nipping at his earlobe, a quick kiss to the pointed end of his ear. Another thrust, and another, harder, because he's got those hands that cover her whole ass when he grabs it and she loves it, loves it. ]
Gods - you're perfect. [ She nips at his ear, and then moves to kneel, so she can control the strokes again. She's smiling, it's dopey and sweet. ] Look at you. Sprawled on your back like my very own corruptible princess.
[ She takes the whole view in, and gives him the whole toy. Over and over. A few long and deep thrusts in, her hand wipes the come off her stomach and using it to stroke his cock, tight and slick. The embargo is very much lifted. ] You look debauched, my love. I think you should come on my cock now - yes?
[ It's a dizzying contrast, being stretched and fucked while he savors all of Ea's soft curves, a physical impossibility that hits him again and again, all over. Everything feels untenable, out of his control; he shouldn't even be able to come but he needs the orgasm anyway, is aware of it mounting as slick fingers wrap around his aching, oversensitive cock, sending waves through his gasping body.
He might die. It's bliss. ]
Oh, fuck. [ Reduced to a babbling mess, fingers digging into Ea's ass, shoving her hips down with more force than strictly necessary. Needy, covetous. ] Yes, love－ fuck, I need you to make me－
[ Come, shatter, fall apart. Nico hooks his legs around the back of Ea's thighs, keeping her seated and deep inside of him after one last hard thrust inwards, because that's all he needs: one viciously perfect jolt against his prostrate and he's spilling into her hand, one hand gripping the sheets so tightly that they almost tear. There is no way that the people occupying the room next to them don't hear the sharp thud of the bed hitting the wall as Nico jerks and jostles the headboard. ]
[ She's going to remember every second of this night, well into her old age. It's going to the top of her list for incredibly hot sex. The way he grabs onto her, the way he's practically moving her into him - she lets out a delighted laugh at that. ]
I hear you - I've got you. Hold on. [ She slams into him, gives him no chance to catch his breath or finish his sentences, but gives him what he so clearly wants and can take. A harder fuck, skin slapping against skin, her praise spilling out in between.
Her own ears are ringing at this point, and it might be possible for her to come just from watching him come. Gods know that when he shatters, she lets out a broken moan of her own and keeps moving - hips, toy, hand around his cock - until he's got no more left to spill.
Then she slows, coming to a halt while still inside him, all so she can lean down at lick his come off his chest. ]
[ She keeps moving through his orgasm, milking him dry from the inside out－ it's agony, but it's also so fucking good that he feels entirely fucked out by the time she pauses, limp and pliant on the bed. He feels like an oversteamed puddle, and groans at the feeling of Ea's tongue raking over his still-humming body. ]
You've wrecked me, [ he croaks. He'd laugh if his lungs could find enough breath. ] Every single inch of me just came.
[ Zero brain-cell sex talk. Shuddering through his next breath, he flops one hand on Ea's shoulder, coaxing her to crane up for him for a kiss. ] Is there a word for needing someone so much that you're willing to let them destroy you?
[ He looks so good wrecked, and if this is what he feels like whenever she's left sprawled out and panting like she just got her organs rearranged via dick, she gets it. She gets why he gets all affectionate and tender and possessive, because it makes her want to do the same.
She leans in to give him that kiss. It takes effort to not push him into discomfort and pain, so the kiss is quick. ]
I think I'd call it love. [ It's what she'd willingly let him do to her. Love him, let him destroy her.
On that cheery note, she sits back on her knees and pulls the toy out. Gentle and tender, she runs her hands over each of his legs, lowering them back onto the bed; rubs imaginary knots of tension out of his hips, leaning down to press a kiss to each one.
Finally, the harness and toy come off, so she can lie down against his side and hold him. Or rather, tug him over to lie down with his head on her tits, so she can play with his hair and whisper little caresses to the jagged shards of his halo. ]
I feel it too, you know? Anytime you touch me, or kiss me. Sometimes when all you do is look at me, I have this need to... yeah.
[ Is there a word for feeling so fucking wrecked and spoiled that you wonder if you could ever go back to a time when you didn't know you could be fucking wrecked and spoiled? That's also love, he figures. He congeals there like a bruise-colored human-shaped lump, blearily registering the ways in which Ea rearranges him, and settles into her embrace with sluggish contentment.
She really is so pretty, all over. He can't resist nosing against her chest, breathing against one nipple before he tongues at it, slow and indulgent.
After he stops playing with her tits: ] Ah, [ he chuckles. ] That may be a problem for you.
[ It's nice to know he has his priorities sorted, because as soon as his head rests on her shoulder, she feels his nose against the side of one breast, and then breath against her nipple, a tongue licking at it. It serves as some reminder, or rather her body reminds her, that she's possibly still wound up tight.
But she can be good, and take care of him now. Mostly because, look at him sprawled and lumpy - this man can't move. Surely. ]
You know, it did cross my mind, yeah. [ joking as well, running her fingers through his hair. Clean fingers, thank you Prestidigitation. After the laugh, she turns her head and brushes a kiss to his forehead. ] Don't stop on my account. I like it when you look.
[ The man can move, unfortunately, though not very adroitly－ he resumes nuzzling against her chest with unhurried contentment, like he just kind of wants to be glued between her tits for the next thirty minutes. Head empty, no thoughts.
Actually, some thoughts. Like, for example, "did Ea come", and "Gods, am I being selfish???" In their current position, Nico has to glance up to make eye contact, and his blurry white eyes try to look as focused as they can manage. Assessing. ]
I always thought it was impressive that you manage to catch when I'm looking, even when I have my mask on.
[ The point is that the mask hides things, but he figures that it just doesn't work on Ea. Never has. ] ―Do you feel that need now?
Yes, I am impressive. [ And pleased with herself, when mostly it was just guesswork at the start. Flashing him the occasional grin when she thought he might be looking her way to catch his reaction - catch the subtle shift in posture, throat moving when he swallowed, that sort of thing to tell her she nailed it. At the start.
Now, it's like she has a magnet honed into whether he's looking at her or not, and her gaze darts to check. For example, now. ]
If you had to venture a guess, would you say that I enjoyed myself so much fucking you into a wrecked state that all I want to do is lie here until the world stops spinning for us?
[ Nico doesn't have a terribly good pokerface around Ea: right now, his open, fucked-out expression says "was it good for you?" which is. You know. Not subtle. Her words soothe over a good chunk of his concerns, however, letting him ease back into lethargic bliss, thick arms loosely wrapped around Ea like twin (heavy) noodles.
Like a big dog that isn't aware that he's not built for sitting on laps. He nuzzles against Ea again, affectionate. ]
If I had to guess, yes.
[ The statement is way too specific to warrant a "no". Nico traces circles along the small of Ea's back, idly contemplative. ]
...What else do you enjoy?
[ Because, you know. They're learning a lot about each other today. ]
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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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Date: 2024-08-03 10:47 pm (UTC)A shudder, another whine. His cock is leaking, but he leaves it untouched for now― it's so much better to focus on the electricity that runs up from the base of his spine up to the back of his eyes whenever Ea fucks into him. Whenever she occasionally bends enough that her pretty tits brush against his sweat-slick back, he tries to arch to meet them. ]
I've wanted you all day, [ sounds like more whining, because it is. ] I've given up on being shy.
[ His voice hitches and breaks, the last syllable lilting into a gasp when he bucks back and she hits him just right, making him see stars. It confuses him into silence for a moment, breath held, like he just came without his cock following suit; scrabbling against the sheets, he grits his teeth and makes sure not to break posture, even though he wants to switch positions and make out with Ea while she fucks him stupid. ]
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Date: 2024-08-03 11:20 pm (UTC)Mostly, she wants to look down at his beautiful face in the throes of new, unexplored before pleasure.
Reluctant to pull out, or even move, she presses a kiss to his shoulder blade - where an angel would get his wings - and licks up his spine. Then pulls out, and pats his ass. ]
On your back for me. Knees up.
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Date: 2024-08-05 04:37 am (UTC)Still staving off the aftershocks of what might have been a dry orgasm (holy shit), he blearily does as he's told. He feels heavy with lust, and his aching elbows find a bit of reprieve when he shifts the brunt of his weight so that he's lying flat on his back, knees drawn up as requested. It's a bit awkward to finagle his limbs the way he needs them to be, and he flushes from his ears to his cheeks at how exposing the position is. Not more exposing than his ass being in the air, sure, but.
It's new. He bares himself for Ea, though, because he loves her impossibly. ]
―A lot of new things happening, tonight.
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Date: 2024-08-05 06:32 am (UTC)She has to tell herself to focus, and first thing first: she kneels between his legs, her thighs brushing against his bare ass, and notches the tip of the toy against his asshole again.
Her gaze drops down, so she can watch as she slides it inside him again, her breath catching. ] Fuck. [ There's something very possessive about this, about the way he takes it. She loves him more than words are enough to say, but more than that, she wants to crawl under his skin and stay.
She might not have sensation in the toy, but fuck her if she doesn't feel the ghost sensation of filling him, like a coil in her stomach, a heat around her clit. ] Is this what it's like, when you - fuck, Nico.
[ One shudder later, she's back to fully sheathed inside him. One hand cups his face, the other traces his chest to graze her thumb over one nipple, while Ea surges forward to kiss him.
Ah - this. This was missing before. ]
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Date: 2024-08-05 07:30 am (UTC)His breath feels punched out of his lungs; he tilts his chin up when she teases the hardened peak of his nipple, and huffs softly against her jaw. ]
Nothing feels like you, [ he assures her, even if the sentiment is nice, thrilling, makes the heat in his stomach coil. ] You're perfect. So hot and tight for me.
[ Says the guy being fucked. He's forgotten whether the embargo on the use of his hands has been lifted yet, and if it hasn't, well. They're roaming now, stroking over the exquisite arch of Ea's back, tracing her tail, pressing against the curve of her ass. ]
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Date: 2024-08-05 08:20 am (UTC)(Which we've established is going to be long.)
He rocks up against her at the same time as she rocks forward into him, the sound of skin slapping skin driving her to release a groan against his lips.
Her mouth find his jawline, teeth nipping at his earlobe, a quick kiss to the pointed end of his ear. Another thrust, and another, harder, because he's got those hands that cover her whole ass when he grabs it and she loves it, loves it. ]
Gods - you're perfect. [ She nips at his ear, and then moves to kneel, so she can control the strokes again. She's smiling, it's dopey and sweet. ] Look at you. Sprawled on your back like my very own corruptible princess.
[ She takes the whole view in, and gives him the whole toy. Over and over. A few long and deep thrusts in, her hand wipes the come off her stomach and using it to stroke his cock, tight and slick. The embargo is very much lifted. ] You look debauched, my love. I think you should come on my cock now - yes?
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Date: 2024-08-06 06:36 am (UTC)He might die. It's bliss. ]
Oh, fuck. [ Reduced to a babbling mess, fingers digging into Ea's ass, shoving her hips down with more force than strictly necessary. Needy, covetous. ] Yes, love－ fuck, I need you to make me－
[ Come, shatter, fall apart. Nico hooks his legs around the back of Ea's thighs, keeping her seated and deep inside of him after one last hard thrust inwards, because that's all he needs: one viciously perfect jolt against his prostrate and he's spilling into her hand, one hand gripping the sheets so tightly that they almost tear. There is no way that the people occupying the room next to them don't hear the sharp thud of the bed hitting the wall as Nico jerks and jostles the headboard. ]
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Date: 2024-08-06 07:23 am (UTC)I hear you - I've got you. Hold on. [ She slams into him, gives him no chance to catch his breath or finish his sentences, but gives him what he so clearly wants and can take. A harder fuck, skin slapping against skin, her praise spilling out in between.
Her own ears are ringing at this point, and it might be possible for her to come just from watching him come. Gods know that when he shatters, she lets out a broken moan of her own and keeps moving - hips, toy, hand around his cock - until he's got no more left to spill.
Then she slows, coming to a halt while still inside him, all so she can lean down at lick his come off his chest. ]
Well...if you need it...
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Date: 2024-08-07 12:53 am (UTC)You've wrecked me, [ he croaks. He'd laugh if his lungs could find enough breath. ] Every single inch of me just came.
[ Zero brain-cell sex talk. Shuddering through his next breath, he flops one hand on Ea's shoulder, coaxing her to crane up for him for a kiss. ] Is there a word for needing someone so much that you're willing to let them destroy you?
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Date: 2024-08-07 09:28 am (UTC)She leans in to give him that kiss. It takes effort to not push him into discomfort and pain, so the kiss is quick. ]
I think I'd call it love. [ It's what she'd willingly let him do to her. Love him, let him destroy her.
On that cheery note, she sits back on her knees and pulls the toy out. Gentle and tender, she runs her hands over each of his legs, lowering them back onto the bed; rubs imaginary knots of tension out of his hips, leaning down to press a kiss to each one.
Finally, the harness and toy come off, so she can lie down against his side and hold him. Or rather, tug him over to lie down with his head on her tits, so she can play with his hair and whisper little caresses to the jagged shards of his halo. ]
I feel it too, you know? Anytime you touch me, or kiss me. Sometimes when all you do is look at me, I have this need to... yeah.
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Date: 2024-08-13 12:40 am (UTC)She really is so pretty, all over. He can't resist nosing against her chest, breathing against one nipple before he tongues at it, slow and indulgent.
After he stops playing with her tits: ] Ah, [ he chuckles. ] That may be a problem for you.
I look at you all the time, don't I?
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Date: 2024-08-13 07:30 am (UTC)But she can be good, and take care of him now. Mostly because, look at him sprawled and lumpy - this man can't move. Surely. ]
You know, it did cross my mind, yeah. [ joking as well, running her fingers through his hair. Clean fingers, thank you Prestidigitation. After the laugh, she turns her head and brushes a kiss to his forehead. ] Don't stop on my account. I like it when you look.
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Date: 2024-08-14 06:22 am (UTC)Actually, some thoughts. Like, for example, "did Ea come", and "Gods, am I being selfish???" In their current position, Nico has to glance up to make eye contact, and his blurry white eyes try to look as focused as they can manage. Assessing. ]
I always thought it was impressive that you manage to catch when I'm looking, even when I have my mask on.
[ The point is that the mask hides things, but he figures that it just doesn't work on Ea. Never has. ] ―Do you feel that need now?
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Date: 2024-08-14 06:33 am (UTC)Now, it's like she has a magnet honed into whether he's looking at her or not, and her gaze darts to check. For example, now. ]
If you had to venture a guess, would you say that I enjoyed myself so much fucking you into a wrecked state that all I want to do is lie here until the world stops spinning for us?
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Date: 2024-08-14 08:45 am (UTC)Like a big dog that isn't aware that he's not built for sitting on laps. He nuzzles against Ea again, affectionate. ]
If I had to guess, yes.
[ The statement is way too specific to warrant a "no". Nico traces circles along the small of Ea's back, idly contemplative. ]
...What else do you enjoy?
[ Because, you know. They're learning a lot about each other today. ]
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