[mature] [MATURE]Nuage.

[Nuage]

More and more black spots start clouding his vision the longer his airways are restricted. It is oh so tempting to just give in and close is eyes, to let the blackness take over, except that Nihlus had said that he wants to see his eyes. And thus Nuage fights against the blackness, his trashing reduced to only an arch of his back and his lungs still instinctively trying to breath in air. Emphasis on trying, as the tender skin of his neck bruises under Nih’s large hand.

It is the combination of the pain and pleasure, and the whispered command, that had send him over the edge. The screams coming from his lips are wordless, and blackness temporary takes over his vision as his eyes roll back when he hits this ultimate high. Not one single muscle in Nuage’s body isn’t trembling, and all his senses are both heighted and dulled. Pleasure peaks; it is the only thing he feels, but the thing is that he feels it throughout is whole body. Like Nihlus is everywhere, taking over his whole being and wrapped tightly around him like a cloak.

Safe. Guarded. Loved.

The product of their love is all over their chests and Nih’s hand, soon turning in a big mess; some of the semen even slowly trickling down Nuage’s side. He cannot get himself to care much. His body is still high on pleasure and low on oxygen, there is room for little else beside that – and his over flowing love for Nihlus – in his mind. The death grip on the duvet is released, and most of his muscles relax to the point of being death weight, all except for his throat which naturally tenses underneath the pressing hand.

It burns, both his throat and lungs, as he sucks in his first lungful of air. For a second breath he does not get the chance, as Nihlus lips lock on his own and steal his breath and air away again. Nuage moans into Nihlus’s mouth, lips parting to allow his lover entrance to his hot cavern. His heavy arms are raised, slowly wrapping themselves around Nihlus’ neck and shoulders, to lovingly embrace the taller man as he still rockets deep inside Nu’s sensitive body. His pleasure is soon highlighted by pain, body too sensitive for the touch, yet basking in it as he clenches down on Nihlus’ hard rod to tease him over the edge. Easily Nuage leans into the touch, rubbing his cheek wordlessly against Nihlus’ hand, only then noticing how sticky his lashes and how wet his cheeks are. He smiles, like a love-struck fool, Nihlus’ love-struck fool.

For Nihlus, he would do anything. He basks in the man’s gentle side as well as in his sadistic one. Before, Nuage had never thought of himself as a masochist, never thought that he would enjoy to be on the receiving end of the pain, but Nihlus opens doors he had never seen before. As long as his tall and dark lover is at his side, Nuage is not afraid either. Together, they could get through everything. Even Nihlus’ panic attacks. It pains him to see them, and he hates how useless they make him feel, but Nu is ever patient when he tries to coax the older man through them. Because that is simply what lovers do, and not because they feel obligated to. All Nuage wants is to take away all of Nihlus’ pains. He’d gladly carry them himself, because he knows Nihlus is there to look after him.

Another soft pleasure pained moan is pulled from his parted lips as Nihlus pushes home one last time. He shudders at the hot seed spilling into him, in delight, that is. By tightening his hold with all strength he can muster – which is barely nothing as he is still catching his breath – Nuage begs the taller man to let them stay like this a little longer. He wants this connection, needs it too, and in an attempt to convey that Nuage lifts his heavy head from the mattress to plant sweet – tired – kisses all over Nihlus’ face.

He whimpers softly when Nihlus rolls over, his body automatically attempting to ghost after his touch. The sudden flare of pain has him suck in a sharp breath, followed by a hiss. Tentatively his hands touch his neck, which already shows a discolouring which promises vivid bruising in the morning. But Nihlus makes him forget about them as easily as he had given them. Blood colors his cheek and through his dark lashes he smiles up at the handsome man hovering over him. “I..” love you too, as hoarse as he is, Nuage is barely able to produce any audible sounds. He scowls “Damn you Norison!” he hoarsely whispers, not even attempting to sound upset. His lips curl up ever so slightly, and his body turns into the taller man’s direction as his hands reaches out to welcome him into them.

Gently he tries to tug the other man closer, knowing that if Nihlus does not want to, he would not succeed. All comes and goes with what – and more importantly when – his lover wants to give him. Nuage is always rather needy and clinging after such intense lovemaking, head still partially clouded as he is half way to subspace. Cuddles always kept him grounded, though his thoughts easily drifted, and Nu never needed another excuse but simply liking it to be held by Nihlus. And thus he whimpers again, half demanding half begging for those said cuddles.

“Yours, and mine” he softly – hoarsely – whimpers, throat hurting whenever he attempts to speak. It does not stop him, though, as he knows that Nihlus needs to hear those words too. They make Nuage all gooey and flustered, warm too, and he wants to let his lover know before sleeps start threatening to pull him under. Nuage does not want to, not yet, struggling to keep his eyes open so he can lock them on Nihlus’ glowing ones, a soft yet very content smile tugging at the corners of his lips. They then move, without emitting any sound.

I love you, are the words his lips form in an unspoken whisper.

Nuage L'Étoile

I wanted it to be you

@[Nihlus]