[mature] [MATURE]Nuage.

[Nuage]

A sigh escapes past his wet lips, a sigh he didn’t know he had been holding back. Occasionally he wants it, raw without prepping, but honestly, that desire was often sprouted by the need to please Nihlus, and to show he is able to take a little discomfort for his lover’s pleasure. What Nuage does not expect are the fingers that suddenly slip past his lips, and his gag reflex kicks in as Nihlus’ long fingers brush the back of his throat. “Hhhmph” is the only sound he manages to get past Nih’s fingers. His lips wrap around them, tongue coating each digit with a layer of spit, all while he tries to look up at the tall dark man in a way that would’ve been sexy, if saliva had not been running down from the corner of his lush lips.

By the time Nihlus pulls his fingers away, Nuage’s eyes are glazed over with need. He is panting – already – and his lips stay parted in an attempt to draw in as many shallow breaths as he can, occasionally wetting them while he intensely yet flustered watches his lover. Growled words are met with a sultry moan, and for a moment Nu’s eyes flutter closed, before he remembers that Nihlus wants his eyes open. “Pleaaaase” he begs, squirming under Nihlus’ hands, ring muscles twitching with the promise of what is about to come.

One finger, two fingers, three fingers. Nihlus does not hold back preparing him, fingers stretching and scissoring inside of his tight hole, and even though there is a slight hurry to his step, Nihlus does not fail to properly prepare him. But fuck why does he take this long? Soon he finds himself squirming once more. Luckily, Nih seems to take the hint.

A cry leaves his lips when Nihlus abruptly sheaths home. Nuage’s back arches off the mattress, and the muscles of his abdomen tense as the burn of the intrusion clouds everything else. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuck.” The soft curses slip from his mouth without Nu really realising that they aren’t only cussed in his head. But all Nihlus has to do is slam hard, and angle just right to make Nuage see stars. They explode behind his eyelids, his loud moan and arching back telling the story without words. Like always, Nihlus perfectly manages to find his sweet spot, but only when he wants to. Nuage is not delusional enough to forget that there is a kind of hierarchy in the bedroom.

Nihlus’ name slips from his parted lips, over and over again. Not a single hair on his body thinks of grabbing his own, needy erection, and instead Nuage is holding on to the sheets like his life depends on it. He is trashing, hips bucking, back arching, and legs wrapped around Nih’s hips and pulling him as close as humanly possible. He is so, so close, and wants, needs, more. Quite desperately too. Needy he gulps in air, until that is denied him too.

His struggle is only slight, a jerk of his shoulder, and widening of his eyes. Nuage trusts his lover with his life, and easily accepts the taller man’s domination over him. He revels in it, basks in it, and happily receives whatever Nihlus is willing to give. With his airway blocked he is unable to speak, or moan, but his blue eyes convey his pleasure just fine. He is one hundred percent mouldable underneath Nihlus’ hands, like the piece of art Nih is making him in to. A shudder, and another jerk of his head, as the lack of oxygen slowly colors his face in shades of blues and purples. But he is Daddy’s good little boy.

On clue, his hips jerk violently and his back arches sharply as a silent scream is torn from his lips. Thick ropes of cum spurt all over their chests and Nihlus’ hand, which hasn’t yet slowed down. It all forces him to endure his high longer, pleasure turning into a slight pain as his dick suddenly is too sensitive. All the time, Nuage does not stop trashing underneath the taller man, his muscles clenching around the hot rod that mercilessly pounds into him.

Soon black spots start to cloud his vision and slowly his movements seize. Only his shoulders slightly lift from the mattress as his lungs desperately try to force oxygen into them. But it is not Nuage who decides when he gets to breathe again, Nihlus literally controls each and every aspect of his life right here and now. Had he been a good enough boy, to be gifted, to be allowed, an reward?

I’d do anything for you.

Nuage

I wanted it to be you