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deconstruct) wrote2016-06-08 04:00 am
deconstruct) wrote2016-06-08 04:00 am
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NETWORK | ACTION | PROMPTS | NSFW/SFW | IT'S ALL GRAVY
NETWORK | ACTION | PROMPTS | NSFW/SFW | IT'S ALL GRAVY
NETWORK | ACTION | PROMPTS | NSFW/SFW | IT'S ALL GRAVY
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They shouldn't be this close for all the fire back and forth they trade, between Andyr being naturally combative and Valarie being given this newly found sense of agency (with his check-ups, with his food, with the clothing he wants to wear, with who he decides he wants to associate). But here they are, back to front, and Valarie has never felt more safe, more sound, and more utterly complacent than right this moment.
Andyr is tracing a finger up along his skin, over each spread rib and down where the pit of his stomach gives less than it usually does--freshly taken from so that he feels lighter, emptier, but he sleeps so soundly, it should be a crime. He sleeps without having to sit at a strange angle, he sleeps without dreams or without the sudden need to heave. He just sleeps, a good, black sleep that he never knew he deserved. Andyr deserves that kind of sleep as well and he's tempted to stop his hands and hush him. Kiss his cheek softly and roll over to try and blanket him even if he's often told not to sleep on his stomach.
When he's stirred up in the "morning" he has half a mind to fumble out of bed and go somewhere else. Sleep was good, he could do it for a few more hours. He wakes up lethargic, heavy-limbed, but is treated to warm, little kisses spreading over his skin, enough to make him compliant in staying there instead of acting on his original, hypothetical plans, body spread out and open for him once he takes his shirt off, leaves the both of them bared to each other. Val is hyperaware of every port molding to the mattress, of every breath causing his chest to rise and fall as Andyr's lips trail along his navel and he blows stupidly against him and makes him shout, nearly slamming his head with his knees. Hey! he half-hisses and half-whispers, a little overcome by the reaction but overcome even more with the sudden barrage of touches that smooth down along his skin, tickling the joint of his knees and the arch of his foot and his everything responds--alive and bright like fire, accompanied by laughter and reaching forward to pull at Andyr's hair, to tug his face closer for a slow, warm kiss on the mouth.
(He decides: it's too cold to leave the bed anyways, and Andyr knows--he knows to keep the teeth to himself, knows never to palm or grab like an appraisal, knows that open palms and feather light touches and careful adjustments are key to getting him to move without a sudden stiffness in his joints.)
He's instantly darting forward for another when Andyr's mouth leaves to trail down his throat again, only to ask if he can. If it's okay. And for a moment, Valarie's everything sinks down into the springs of the mattress, a heat forming in the pit of his gut and surging up like a sickness he doesn't want to be rid of, a pleasant, longing sort of nausea that dissipates the moment Andyr slicks his fingers and parts him, pressing up against that little sweet spot and making him croon aloud.
The touch is gentle, gentler than he thought Andyr was ever capable of, but his fingers are diligent and he's still stunned to wide-eyed and open-mouthed as he gets fucked on warm, careful fingers. He can feel Andyr's arousal on his thigh, leaking pre and smearing it against his skin and he reaches down with a hand to softly cover the head with his palm, giving it a fraction of the friction it really wants.
He's trying to catch his breath when he looks Andyr in the eye, focusing on the curve of his jaw, on the fact that he's talking to him so gently through this. He remembers
It's the suggestion that comes next that leaves him guessing, with hands slicking up the space between his thighs, with his ankles crossed and his entire body poised with fully awake interest now as Andyr presses himself there between the narrow gap of his thighs, making him shiver at the skin-to-skin contact. He feels like hot velvet, pressing between the sensitive skin of Val's thighs, making him "ohhhhh" with a realization that this is good. This is what good feels like--making his hearts leap up into his throat. ] You can do it more. Faster. If you want...
[ He offers it up quietly into the dark, thighs pressing together a little tighter against Andyr's cock, biting his lip as he lets him slip in again, draws his thighs tight together and then flexes softly, a fluctuation of sensation for him between the slick lotion and Andyr rolling up against him, sounding off against his cheek in a way he's sure he's never heard him before: enjoying himself. He leans into the soft touch of foreheads, reaching up hands to press against the defined muscles in Andyr's shoulders, sinking soft fingers against the creases where muscle meets bone and works to continue the motion.
Kissing him against the mouth is a surreal sort of dream while he presses in the soft gap of his thighs, pre staining the sensitive skin. Andyr's mouth is soft, despite his words, warm and open to him and they kiss, and Val's mouth is greedy for him, open and hungry, little tongue darting over precisely cut teeth, smoothing over their tops, their edges, glancing off the even sharper blade of a tongue he has before eventually stopping, ] It's okay, [ he murmurs, sliding cool, slender fingers through Andyr's hair, pushing it back, lifting his hips a little and digging his heels in for leverage. ] It's ok, I won't break, I'm good. I'm good, I promise... that's it...
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His first few thrusts are shallow, careful, unsure if Val would be alright with it, if he'd want him to stop, but there's hands on his shoulders, and Val's whispering encouragements to him. Faster, if you want. More. With a shuddered exhale, he pushes down between the hole made from his thighs, and gasps out a moan as he feels Val squeeze and flex his muscles around him, hugging his cock tight in so precise away, he can feel the pleasure of it ripple all through him, his dick leaping between his thighs, mixing pre with the lotion he'd spread there. ]
Christ, Val, it's good. [ Andyr gasps out against his lips, pausing to kiss him sweetly and soundly a few times, as his hips worked, pulling up and pressing deep down, until he feels his cockhead push at the bedsheets beneath them, on the other side. ] You feel fucking amazing.
[ With each thrust, Val's squeezing around him, and soon, with lips sliding hungry and wanting over his, and a hand petting through his hair like he's wanting to bring him softly through this experience, Val starts to rise his hips up to meet him, and it's bliss. absolute bliss, andyr dropping his head to Val's shoulder, and tucking his forehead against his neck, as he pants in labored breaths, and works his hips to keep up the rhythm of it. he fucking loves this some, incredible slide between tight clinging muscle, and the drag of his cock against the warmth of Val's skin, the softness underneath his pelvis, that line of flesh stretched between his front and back, in a spot so, so intimate to him. ]
I can't-- [ Andyr starts, when his arms start to shake. He can't keep holding himself up like this, but fuck, he doesn't want to stop. instead, he leans to the side, and rolls them, so Val is on top, and Andyr's legs are spread wide, pulling him down to hug his chest to him, though trying to be gentle, as his hips jerk up to meet him, the touch of cold air that hits cockhead as it presses past his thighs being a shivering kind of stimulus that makes his eyes roll back for a moment. he's all groans and keened whimpers, also so aroused to start out with, and having gone so long without anything like this, he doesn't think he'll last very long. ]
You're so good, Val, so fucking good. [ he babbles to him mindlessly, petting his hair and kissing at his temples, his throat, his chest just at the seam of the glass panel, and back up again. ]