justice_is_blond | Inbox for Fade Rift

He inhales, toes curling at the mental image. Now he thinks he knows what they are, though he's never heard of them used for this before. Clearing out infections, generally, the sort that come from sleeping with someone in every port and not taking care. And now he wants to try them.

"I taste so good on your lips, but it's the rods and your explanation that have my focus. I've never..." Anders has to swallow, to clear his throat, because it's been some time since he's been introduced to a new idea in bed. "I've never had anything there before. I can't pull my eyes away from the sight of you slicking the rod, and I can't keep my hips from jerking upward at the touch of your thumb. The things you do to me, the things I want you to do to me, and now you're creating new ones. I ask you to not be cruel, but you know I like it when you make me beg, when I'm so close to the edge and begging for just a little more. You push me, and I enjoy every moment of it."

There it is. The moment of realization, when mind and body start to settle and sync. When the fantasy settles in the skin and he can feel the phantom hands on his skin. "It warms under my touch, Bello. Shines in the sun's light as I press the rounded tip to the head of your cock. Unlike my thumb it is hard. Unyielding. There is no give, no softness, only the solid press as I let it start to slip inside. The first is thin, easily enough for your body to accept and oh, Anders. Does it accept the rod beautifully."

He takes a slow, steadying breath, voice still low and warm and curling. "I let it sink until it meets the hand holding you at the root, until I can rub my thumb against the skin that's slightly strained from having something inside. Without a word I stroke you from root to tip twice, twisting the rod slightly with each pass, then I say 'Ask me for the rest' for there are a few inches left, Bello. It is not quite deep enough to touch you where you should crave it most."

His eyes flutter close and he leans forward a little despite himself, giving in to the picture Zevran is illustrating for him. Something firm sliding inside him, stiff and unrelenting, sounds promising in the extreme, and even better with Zevran's voice delivering every word.

"Filled like that, I can't help but moan. Nothing has ever touched me like that before. I enjoy being stretched, but this... I can't speak at first, because I'm fighting my body's every urge to push upward." Anders' cock is leaking a little more, and now it's a challenge for himself as well. He's certain Zevran can bring him to completion like this, at this point, but he wants to see how long he can last against the fantasy.

"Finally, finally I manage a hoarse 'please' and I know that's not enough. I look at you with desperation in my eyes and try again. 'Zevran, please, a little more. You said you'd hit the gland, please.'"

"You enjoy being filled, Anders, and I mean to fill you in every way possible. I let you strain for a moment or two, I wait for you to find your breath, to find your words, twisting the rod between my fingers as you adjust. It is a thing of beauty, watching you struggle. You are trying so hard not to fuck yourself on this rod- were I not so focused on your pleasure I might tend to my own." But no, this is about Anders. For Anders.

"You ask, and eventually? I give. I let the rod drop those last few inches and slow the curve to drag deep inside, letting it hit the glad you need. It's different like this- sharper, sweeter than it would be had I my cock in your ass. Depending on how well you take these that may be in the cards, yes? But for now it is this. I let you have it, all of it for a moment more before withdrawing it a few inches, just enough to pull it from the depths of you, and let go. I hold your cock upright and watch as your body takes it in as deep as you can manage."

"Fuck." It's breathed out as he works to keep himself under some sort of control despite everything. If he thought it would do any good, he'd start begging in earnest for Zevran to really fill him, cock and rod both, to have him one more time.

"I'm straining now, against myself, seeking more and getting it when I start to wonder if it will happen, and I'm not prepared. I do jerk, then, trying to follow it up as you pull it out, and only stilling as you hold me and let go of it. The sight of it, of it..." He's so hard his thighs are starting to ache from the way his heels are pressed down into the bed. His fingers are tight on Zevran's thighs in return as Anders tries to breathe himself down and catch his breath. After a few moments he's finally leaning back against Zevran again, swallowing hard at the feeling of the assassin's cock trapped between them.

"It can't sink down fast enough, and it can't sink down slowly enough." His voice is hoarse, and he has a feeling Zevran might be feeling rather proud of himself right now. It's fair. Zevran's earned it. "I ask you for the next, no, I beg you, my voice cracking over the words because I can't imagine how full I'd feel and you've made me want this so very much."

"When you ask so sweetly, Bello, how can I refuse?" He can't, honestly. Not when Anders is so tense, not when he can smell the twist of his arousal- it takes everything in him not to slide his hand down just to drag his fingers through the slick drip of precome on his stomach. It wouldn't take much. A few inches- he wouldn't have to touch Anders' cock at all-

But no.

Words. Words for them both. "I press it in deep one last time before I remove it and slick oil along the next one. I do not take the time to warm it so the press of metal is cold against the tip of your cock. Like a shard of ice as it drags down- and now it is a drag, this one is not so thin that it slips in so easily. I have to work it in and out, twisting it slowly for your body to adjust, To take it in deeper inch by inch. 'oh how tight you are-' I say, eyes enraptured by the flexing of your thighs, the hitches of your hips. 'how large it must feel with how hard your cock is. Can you bear it, bello? or is it too much?' I ask for there are at least three more I would wish to try, each larger than the last."

Inbox for Fade Rift

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject