It gets more and more vivid the more the other's mouth moves over him. His hips rock upward into the warm mouth. His hands curl into the sheet beneath him. He's still not waking up yet.
Jibril shifts more as the other's fingers tease at his ass. His legs move, another quiet sound and his arm moves to rub at his eyes. Sleep is still hanging onto him and he opens his eyes just barely before they close again. It's clear from the longer hum coming from him then that he is starting to wake up.
Jibril whines a little at the intrusion, muscles reflexively tensing and it's hard to cling to sleep with stimulation there. He turns slightly, head shifting almost burying his face into the pillow as if he can ward off waking. His thoughts aren't quite processing what's happening yet or why he's waking... and yet the pleasurable buzz running through him is strong.
Well, he'd RESPOND to that mumble, but his mouth is so full. And it's rude to speak with your mouth full. So instead he sucks a bit harder as his finger starts toying just a bit deeper.
Jibril moans a little bit fuller, louder when Rhy sucks harder, the finger
teasing him. He rubs his eyes again trying to fully wake up now but the
sleep hung heavy.
“What are you doing,” a silly question but that he woke up to this is a
little confusing to him.
Silly question. Very silly question. Rhy moans and sucks a bit harder. Even swirls his tongue around Jibril's length. But he doesn't push his fingers any deeper. He doesn't want to presume consent here. Give him the okay, and he'll keep going.
Jibril bit his lip. He reaches down, fingers curling into the others curl.
“Please,” he breathes. Rhy makes him feel so good, sometimes he wonders if
it’s a complete and utter sin.
Perhaps it is a sin. But they are mortals, and the flesh is weak. And so perfect in his mouth. The assent earns his fingers starting to work in Jibril again, his mouth moving over the other man's length. Clearly he wants to drink his lover down. They both know that he's a whore for cock, so it's not surprising that he is loving this.
Jibril bites his lip and the lingering drowsiness dissipates. He arches his
hips slightly. He’s still always so careful worried of making a mistake.
But it feels so good. He’s getting so close that Rhy can probably tell by
the tremble in his thighs a slight tightening of his passage around the
others fingers.
Oh dear, don't bite your lip. Where are those lovely noises that Rhy so adores and has praised in the past? Oh well, his fingers definitely know what he's doing, fingering Jibril happily as he hums around his shaft.
Sometimes the shyness is hard to ignore even for Rhy. Still low whimpers
escape, and a moan as his hips rise again. The fingers, that tongue and the
hum all did him in. He moans as he comes in Rhy’s mouth, his fingers
tightening in the others hair pulling unintentionally.
With the pull it's hard for Rhy not to moan and thus let his prize get lost. But for now he just drinks it down. But when it passes his fingers are still working Jibril. Otherwise he pulls off the man's cock slowly, his tongue working to clean him up before pulling off with a pop. And only then does he push the blankets down to his level.
Jibril bites back a low whining whimper. His cock is sensitive now after
the orgasm and the continued attention makes his squirm and his muscles
spasm a little around the fingers that work inside of him.
He’s blushing as his fingers release Rhy’s hands, breathing heavily and he
can feel the stirring of arousal as the others fingers teased him still.
He’s always so sensitive, so easy to overstimulate.
“You could have woken me,” he says softly, not that this is not good too.
"Ah, but wasn't it lovely to awaken in that state? Your body already releasing so many good feelings, and the pleasure already there for your attention/"
Because he thinks he should be doing that, shouldn't he? Driving Jibril up the side of the walls from his pleasure.
At last Rhy slips his fingers from his lover and moves to pull Jibril into his arms. To pull the man up against him too, so he can feel how hard Rhy is.
The sudden emptiness draws a low whimper, in stifled. He bites his lip for
a brief moment. The others hardness pressing against him excited him. It
always did.
“I feel empty,” he murmurs, it’s about as far he has gone when it comes to
talking dirty. He’s already feeling like he’s getting hard again even if
his cock is over sensitive to the touch still.
"Your stomach or your back?" he asks, ready to roll his lover from his side to whichever position he desired. Because he could REALLY stand to sink himself into someone right now.
“Stomach,” Jibril answers and he’s just as eager to roll himself. He grabs
the pillow closer, pressing his hips up enough so his cock isn’t pressed
into the bed. He flushed a little and doesn’t look back at Rhy as before he
has much chance to do anything he reaches back to pull his cheeks apart,
exposing the too empty hole. Doing something filthy embarrassed him still,
makes him so worried he’s doing something wrong, that Rhy won’t like it.
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"Mn.... Rhy," he mumbles into the pillow.
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Jibril moans a little bit fuller, louder when Rhy sucks harder, the finger teasing him. He rubs his eyes again trying to fully wake up now but the sleep hung heavy.
“What are you doing,” a silly question but that he woke up to this is a little confusing to him.
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Jibril bit his lip. He reaches down, fingers curling into the others curl. “Please,” he breathes. Rhy makes him feel so good, sometimes he wonders if it’s a complete and utter sin.
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Jibril bites his lip and the lingering drowsiness dissipates. He arches his hips slightly. He’s still always so careful worried of making a mistake. But it feels so good. He’s getting so close that Rhy can probably tell by the tremble in his thighs a slight tightening of his passage around the others fingers.
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Sometimes the shyness is hard to ignore even for Rhy. Still low whimpers escape, and a moan as his hips rise again. The fingers, that tongue and the hum all did him in. He moans as he comes in Rhy’s mouth, his fingers tightening in the others hair pulling unintentionally.
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"I couldn't resist you."
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Jibril bites back a low whining whimper. His cock is sensitive now after the orgasm and the continued attention makes his squirm and his muscles spasm a little around the fingers that work inside of him.
He’s blushing as his fingers release Rhy’s hands, breathing heavily and he can feel the stirring of arousal as the others fingers teased him still. He’s always so sensitive, so easy to overstimulate.
“You could have woken me,” he says softly, not that this is not good too.
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Because he thinks he should be doing that, shouldn't he? Driving Jibril up the side of the walls from his pleasure.
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Jibril blushes deeper.
“It was,” he admits, still breathless.
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"It was so beautiful."
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The sudden emptiness draws a low whimper, in stifled. He bites his lip for a brief moment. The others hardness pressing against him excited him. It always did.
“Please,” he exhales, pressing against him more.
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“I feel empty,” he murmurs, it’s about as far he has gone when it comes to talking dirty. He’s already feeling like he’s getting hard again even if his cock is over sensitive to the touch still.
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“Stomach,” Jibril answers and he’s just as eager to roll himself. He grabs the pillow closer, pressing his hips up enough so his cock isn’t pressed into the bed. He flushed a little and doesn’t look back at Rhy as before he has much chance to do anything he reaches back to pull his cheeks apart, exposing the too empty hole. Doing something filthy embarrassed him still, makes him so worried he’s doing something wrong, that Rhy won’t like it.
“Please, Rhy.”
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