Rounds of Kink Challenge
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veiledndarknessTitle: His Touch
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
veiledndarkness
Fandom: None
Pairing/Characters: None specified
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Descriptive sex, implied slash
Prompt: “Writhing on the floor”
Kink: Touching, delayed orgasm
Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rounds_of_kink Round 14
X
He stumbles back, his footing unsure as lips brush his, a rough bruising kiss that steals his breath. His knees hit the couch cushions and he falls back willingly, lips nipping and teasing along his neck and any protest he might have had falls away in an instant under the dizzying kisses that sizzle over his skin.
He stares up at the ceiling, his lips parted on a breathy gasp as a tongue flicks his ear, grazes the sensitive patch beneath his chin. There's a chuckle of amusement and he blushes, skin hot in the dark room. Another kiss, less forceful, tongue tracing his lips. He sighs into the kiss as a shiver runs down his spine. His eyes drift shut for a moment, luxuriating in the sweet kiss.
One kiss blends to another and he lifts his hips, impatient for more. He slides his hands up and plunges them into the hair that tickles at his neck and face, tugging on the strands. The kiss deepens, a purr of approval above him. He grunts, pushing up harder, demanding now.
A knee nudges his thighs apart, fingers tracing over the zipper of his jeans. He grits his teeth, the fingers lowering the zipper a fraction of an inch at the time. He exhales, a whine building in his throat. He needs more. Another chuckle and a finger rubs the cloth covered tip of his cock, a small damp spot appearing under the lightest touch.
Too light, feathery strokes through his shorts, the zipper finally down and he takes another kiss, breathing faster. In moments that seem to echo on and on, his jeans are pulled off, and somewhere in between a flurry of slick kisses, his shirt is lost too. He stretches out, half on the couch, legs on the carpet, his chest hitching.
Fingers rub over his nipples, little tugs that make him pant. A moan escapes him and he swears he can see the smile looming over him. He opens his eyes, watching the fingers move lower, roughened hands that grip and stroke over his skin, over his hips, pushing his legs further apart. He lets out a small whine then, his shorts tugged down, cool air wafting over his damp skin, sweat beading along his hands, his temples. The fingers dance along his skin, touching everywhere, tremors of desire left behind.
Lips graze his right thigh, a swipe of tongue and he's trembling, fingers twitching at his sides. He wants to demand more, push his length past the lips that tease over his thighs and take what he needs but no...he knows better. He bites his lower lip, another swipe along the base weakens his resolve. He slides more to the floor, panting loudly, pinned in place by strong fingers.
He watches, can't look away as lips toy with the tip, tongue tracing the smooth head, his heartbeat thudding in his ears. A clear drop emerges, licked away and he moans wantonly. He fists his fingers and bites down hard on his lips as he slowly, so fucking slowly enters the wet, hot mouth.
He hisses out a cry and a breath catches. It's too much, too good and hot and slick. His eyes roll back, his hips lift, that damned tongue rubbing along the underside teasingly and he wants to thrust, thrust hard, thrust now, fuck the consequences, and he tries to thrust, only to feel the cold air on his cock as he slips from the less than amused lips.
He whimpers, begging with silent eyes for forgiveness. A minute stretches out before he feels the slick heat greet him again, sliding him down, down deeper. He squirms on the rough carpet, the fibers digging into his skin, chafing him. He leans his head back, moaning at the teasing pleasure, his skin on fire, his hips jerking. He feels the tongue, feels the maddeningly flickering touches and he squirms more, writhing on the floor.
It takes all he has to keep from screaming as he's brought to the edge over and over, denied at the last second each time, his stomach clenching and tensed, his thighs shaking, hips lifted as he begs and pleads, the words tumbling over his lips in a frenzied rush.
The hint of a tongue tracing up the underside and he cries out, hovering on the edge, writhing harder in the harsh grip on his hips. He stares back at him, sweating, wide eyed and desperate, promising anything, everything.
A possessive hand moves to cup his cheek, holding his head steady. The other hand moves to the slick length of his cock and tugs, eyes on his, watching him fall apart. Wrist flicking at the top, he comes with a breathy sob, coming fast, coming with a moan of absolute pleasure, his body tight as he spills over the fingers that hold him perfectly.
He shakes, feeling drained, and he melts under the gentle kisses across his lips and cheeks, drifting in the haze that only he brings to him.
X
Author:
veiledndarknessFandom: None
Pairing/Characters: None specified
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Descriptive sex, implied slash
Prompt: “Writhing on the floor”
Kink: Touching, delayed orgasm
Written for the
rounds_of_kink Round 14X
He stumbles back, his footing unsure as lips brush his, a rough bruising kiss that steals his breath. His knees hit the couch cushions and he falls back willingly, lips nipping and teasing along his neck and any protest he might have had falls away in an instant under the dizzying kisses that sizzle over his skin.
He stares up at the ceiling, his lips parted on a breathy gasp as a tongue flicks his ear, grazes the sensitive patch beneath his chin. There's a chuckle of amusement and he blushes, skin hot in the dark room. Another kiss, less forceful, tongue tracing his lips. He sighs into the kiss as a shiver runs down his spine. His eyes drift shut for a moment, luxuriating in the sweet kiss.
One kiss blends to another and he lifts his hips, impatient for more. He slides his hands up and plunges them into the hair that tickles at his neck and face, tugging on the strands. The kiss deepens, a purr of approval above him. He grunts, pushing up harder, demanding now.
A knee nudges his thighs apart, fingers tracing over the zipper of his jeans. He grits his teeth, the fingers lowering the zipper a fraction of an inch at the time. He exhales, a whine building in his throat. He needs more. Another chuckle and a finger rubs the cloth covered tip of his cock, a small damp spot appearing under the lightest touch.
Too light, feathery strokes through his shorts, the zipper finally down and he takes another kiss, breathing faster. In moments that seem to echo on and on, his jeans are pulled off, and somewhere in between a flurry of slick kisses, his shirt is lost too. He stretches out, half on the couch, legs on the carpet, his chest hitching.
Fingers rub over his nipples, little tugs that make him pant. A moan escapes him and he swears he can see the smile looming over him. He opens his eyes, watching the fingers move lower, roughened hands that grip and stroke over his skin, over his hips, pushing his legs further apart. He lets out a small whine then, his shorts tugged down, cool air wafting over his damp skin, sweat beading along his hands, his temples. The fingers dance along his skin, touching everywhere, tremors of desire left behind.
Lips graze his right thigh, a swipe of tongue and he's trembling, fingers twitching at his sides. He wants to demand more, push his length past the lips that tease over his thighs and take what he needs but no...he knows better. He bites his lower lip, another swipe along the base weakens his resolve. He slides more to the floor, panting loudly, pinned in place by strong fingers.
He watches, can't look away as lips toy with the tip, tongue tracing the smooth head, his heartbeat thudding in his ears. A clear drop emerges, licked away and he moans wantonly. He fists his fingers and bites down hard on his lips as he slowly, so fucking slowly enters the wet, hot mouth.
He hisses out a cry and a breath catches. It's too much, too good and hot and slick. His eyes roll back, his hips lift, that damned tongue rubbing along the underside teasingly and he wants to thrust, thrust hard, thrust now, fuck the consequences, and he tries to thrust, only to feel the cold air on his cock as he slips from the less than amused lips.
He whimpers, begging with silent eyes for forgiveness. A minute stretches out before he feels the slick heat greet him again, sliding him down, down deeper. He squirms on the rough carpet, the fibers digging into his skin, chafing him. He leans his head back, moaning at the teasing pleasure, his skin on fire, his hips jerking. He feels the tongue, feels the maddeningly flickering touches and he squirms more, writhing on the floor.
It takes all he has to keep from screaming as he's brought to the edge over and over, denied at the last second each time, his stomach clenching and tensed, his thighs shaking, hips lifted as he begs and pleads, the words tumbling over his lips in a frenzied rush.
The hint of a tongue tracing up the underside and he cries out, hovering on the edge, writhing harder in the harsh grip on his hips. He stares back at him, sweating, wide eyed and desperate, promising anything, everything.
A possessive hand moves to cup his cheek, holding his head steady. The other hand moves to the slick length of his cock and tugs, eyes on his, watching him fall apart. Wrist flicking at the top, he comes with a breathy sob, coming fast, coming with a moan of absolute pleasure, his body tight as he spills over the fingers that hold him perfectly.
He shakes, feeling drained, and he melts under the gentle kisses across his lips and cheeks, drifting in the haze that only he brings to him.
X
