I push hard on his ring with one fingertip, hooking my nail against him, tugging and rubbing roughly. The friction reddens his skin, and when I track all five nails away from his hole across his asscheek, the faint red shows where I've traced.
"Heh. Are you under the impression I plan to ask your opinion on that before I do?" I set about teasing him, nibbling away at his control with fingertips nudging just past his entrance, dipping in, stretching him, working him open by tiny fractions, bit by bit. I've got two, then three, fingers inside of him, tips pressed together, and I'm spreading my knuckles in a pulsing, forceful pattern. Steady and predictable. "That's cute."
I twist, knuckles popping in and out of his ring, feeling the tension of him fluctuating around me, feeling some of his muscles tighten, others loosening with desperation for me.
He's just about ready, then. Leaving him empty and wanting, I pull my hand back, wiping it on the bedsheet at his hip. My other hand's had my cock in hand for a bit now - freed of my tight leather pants (a vanity, and a pain in the balls when I want sex), I've got it in palm, rubbing absentmindedly til the rest was ready.
And Mabe's twitching now, and I can't blame him for being hungry for me. Hell, I would be.
And gods below know I'm hungry for him.
I stroke my nails up the back of his thigh, teasing, savoring this. "For the record," I murmur, leaning forward to bite his collarbone, to take a hungry, teeth-filled kiss from his mouth. "Yes."
I lean back, taking him all in, just appreciating the view. I stroke his thigh again, more gently. And then I fist my cock at the base and smack it sharply across his balls.
The sudden sting probably hurts him. It just makes me more wild.
"I plan to stuff this inside you and rut you, Mabe-chan," I promise, and my voice is dangerous and low and intense. "I plan to swell you up with my fucking dick and bulge you with my knot."
I smack him again, hitting his hole, watching the ring of muscle flinch. And then I press the nubbed tip of my cock against him. A string of sticky precum leaking out of it drips into him, slowly.
"I might even let myself puff before I go inside you. You want that?"
I lick the soft skin on the side of his knee that's still folded over my shoulder, holding his gaze. Daring him.
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Date: 2012-11-29 01:56 am (UTC)"Heh. Are you under the impression I plan to ask your opinion on that before I do?" I set about teasing him, nibbling away at his control with fingertips nudging just past his entrance, dipping in, stretching him, working him open by tiny fractions, bit by bit. I've got two, then three, fingers inside of him, tips pressed together, and I'm spreading my knuckles in a pulsing, forceful pattern. Steady and predictable. "That's cute."
I twist, knuckles popping in and out of his ring, feeling the tension of him fluctuating around me, feeling some of his muscles tighten, others loosening with desperation for me.
He's just about ready, then. Leaving him empty and wanting, I pull my hand back, wiping it on the bedsheet at his hip. My other hand's had my cock in hand for a bit now - freed of my tight leather pants (a vanity, and a pain in the balls when I want sex), I've got it in palm, rubbing absentmindedly til the rest was ready.
And Mabe's twitching now, and I can't blame him for being hungry for me. Hell, I would be.
And gods below know I'm hungry for him.
I stroke my nails up the back of his thigh, teasing, savoring this. "For the record," I murmur, leaning forward to bite his collarbone, to take a hungry, teeth-filled kiss from his mouth. "Yes."
I lean back, taking him all in, just appreciating the view. I stroke his thigh again, more gently. And then I fist my cock at the base and smack it sharply across his balls.
The sudden sting probably hurts him. It just makes me more wild.
"I plan to stuff this inside you and rut you, Mabe-chan," I promise, and my voice is dangerous and low and intense. "I plan to swell you up with my fucking dick and bulge you with my knot."
I smack him again, hitting his hole, watching the ring of muscle flinch. And then I press the nubbed tip of my cock against him. A string of sticky precum leaking out of it drips into him, slowly.
"I might even let myself puff before I go inside you. You want that?"
I lick the soft skin on the side of his knee that's still folded over my shoulder, holding his gaze. Daring him.