justicerebooorn | (no subject)

[stroking his hands up your length and nodding, a desperate shiver finding its way up his spine]

[kisses you again, sucking your lower lip into his mouth, just once]

Do you want me in you?

[he shudders violently at that thought, his hands trembling around you]

...

Please.

Whatever you want.

[climbs off you so he can fish a packet of lube out of his clothes]

[time to bury one's face in one's hands and think about one's life choices]

[well okay he'll just take this interval to warm the lube up between his hands and take his time looking you over]

[he's shivering and whimpering in intervals just from being overstimulated from the situation, eventually drawing his hands off his face and placing them flat against the mattress, sliding his eyes shut in an attempt to take back control]

[kneeling between your legs again, slicking up his hands, and pressing a finger up against your entrance, his other hand just cupped gently around your balls.

you know. helping with that control situation.]

[it just feels so—damn—good, so much of what he's been wanting, for so long, that he forgets, that he's supposed to be hesitant, that he's supposed to be, in theory, morally opposed to this happening, groaning loud and hard, reaching down instinctively to wrap a hand around himself]

[well, that's gratifying. he grins as he slips his finger inside, pressing in deep with practiced care]

[he exhales slowly, a trembling, heavy breath]

... I want your mouth on me.

Anything you want.

[he nudges your hand out of the way, licking and kissing his way up your cock from base to tip, moving inside you in little rhythmic beckoning motions, finding the most sensitive spots]

[opening his mouth to gasp, but nothing comes out, not even bothering to hide the fact that he's craning his head down so he can watch you, eyes wide and intent]

[he's taking his time, trying to make this last for you, but also just... intent, and savouring the fact that he has time to learn the shape of you, learn what makes you react, even if that happens to be everything right now.

after a bit, he adds a second finger, giving you a moment to adjust before he takes the head of your cock into his mouth, laving his tongue over it.]

[somehow getting it together enough to drag fingertips over your cheekbone, settling his hand in your hair, nodding slowly]

[bobbing his head down to take you a bit deeper, fingers curling inside you]

Ah, hnn......

[he retracts his hand, covering his mouth with it instead, trying to stifle a whimper]

Edited 2016-03-30 02:12 (UTC)

[swallowing around you, slowly scissoring his fingers apart]

[his hand darts down in surprise when you work him apart, but instead of pulling you away he settles it gently in your hair, moaning softly]

[he's taking his time, letting you adjust without being so gentle as to be ineffective, his fingers pressing heavy but careful against your inner walls.

he lifts his head just enough to ask:]

First time doing this...?

[there's a long pause, like he's not quite sure how to word his answer; eventually he just nods]

Hmm... let me take my time, then.

[ducks down to take you into his mouth once more]

Oh, god, Date-san—I don't think I can—

[he squirms, clamping a hand over his mouth to quiet a substantial moan]

....hmmm...

[retreats to just kissing over your abdomen for a bit, then. he gives you a second to come down a bit before working a third finger into you.]

That's okay, too.

But what about—you...

[he seems a little disappointed you took your mouth away, honestly.]