( he hisses softly at the nip, already unzipping his lemurian lover's pants and expertly pushing them off of his hips to free him. they can drown together again and again, only if they're twined with each other just like this.
rafayel is a drug he returns to, time and again, and as the music washes around them, he guides the other man to shift, so that he can kick his pants off properly. calloused hands smooth over soft skin, heated and ravenous. )
Tell me, ( he breathes, low and rough as he looks up at him. ) What else is going to be on top tonight? Are you going to ride me?
( his own cock is straining, aching, and there is something intoxicating about getting to fuck this man while the song that knocked his off the charts plays. )
[ as much as rafayel does revel in taking control, there are times where he become a blissful victim of the opposing dynamic. he can't help but also enjoy the way wriothesley so effortlessly guides him— a contrast of the gentleness you'd treat your lover and a certain roughness you reserve for someone who was used to riding up against your boundaries. the way he moves his hand on his body fills him with both anticipation, but also with this pressing sensation like he was being satiated off the attention alone. off the way wriothesley's gaze would settle on him, and in turn, he also looks at his body— the remnants of scarred tissues against taut muscle.
by the time he shifts and gets back into position over him, his hands are already reaching to grab hold of wriothesley's cock. he leads it against his own cock, letting their tips touch with the slickness of his own anticipation, before sliding it between his thighs.
i mean, it's rafayel, so he had to play around just a little. he pretends like he isn't aching for it. ]
Yeah, I'll use you until you beg me to stop. [ he cants his head just a little to kiss the edge of his lips. ] I'll ride you until you're totally drained. I mean, you look like you go pretty fast, yeah? [ he feigns a certain ignorance as if he doesn't know what his lover is capable of. ]
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rafayel is a drug he returns to, time and again, and as the music washes around them, he guides the other man to shift, so that he can kick his pants off properly. calloused hands smooth over soft skin, heated and ravenous. )
Tell me, ( he breathes, low and rough as he looks up at him. ) What else is going to be on top tonight? Are you going to ride me?
( his own cock is straining, aching, and there is something intoxicating about getting to fuck this man while the song that knocked his off the charts plays. )
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by the time he shifts and gets back into position over him, his hands are already reaching to grab hold of wriothesley's cock. he leads it against his own cock, letting their tips touch with the slickness of his own anticipation, before sliding it between his thighs.
i mean, it's rafayel, so he had to play around just a little. he pretends like he isn't aching for it. ]
Yeah, I'll use you until you beg me to stop. [ he cants his head just a little to kiss the edge of his lips. ] I'll ride you until you're totally drained. I mean, you look like you go pretty fast, yeah? [ he feigns a certain ignorance as if he doesn't know what his lover is capable of. ]