[private] [Mature] Darkness is needed for light to shine - Nihlus

[Nuage]

He is completely at the other man’s mercy, handing over all reins of control. It is scaring and exciting at once, a tug and a pull between two opposites. A part of Nuage wants to shy away from the touch, where the other part is selfishly wanting more of it. There is trust between them, an understanding, in which the sub fully offers himself to his dom. Because the dom would look after both of them. And there really is no question who the more dominant is out of the two.

The arousal is thick in the air, but at this point Nu cannot decide who it is coming from. Either he was making a complete idiot out of himself, or the stranger was hitting on him hard. Both, probably. Every touch, look, and whispered words only make Nuage’s arousal flare more. He is practically beaming, and that is not a reference to the glowing star on his forehead.

”Huh?” he looks up, blinking his eyes at the other male, flush on his cheeks. He doesn’t know what he likes more, the little praise or the lips against his own. Slowly Nuage finds himself leaning in more and more, soft content sighs escaping past his lips. ”You do?” Because, fuck, he might have given his dom the reins, that does not mean he is not looking for confirmation and reassurance.

When their sides are pressed flush together, his first reaction is to tense. His eyes wide and full of questions, questions he doesn’t dare to ask nor shows by holding the dark bay’s eyes long enough. He simply can’t. His stomach is all tense, strange sensation swirling within, but soon Nuage is melting into the man’s side. He fits perfectly, the big bay practically fits as a clock around him, completely engulfing Nu’s smaller frame with heat.

Tickles. But he doesn’t dare to speak the words. He would rather withstand the tickling than have the man pull away. The touch makes Nu shudder, again, and his eyes fall half closed. ”Nih..“ Another moan escapes past the barrier of his lips, the husky voice granting him the favour of knowing the man’s name bringing him pure ecstasy.

Though unable to hold his gaze, Nuage fully looks away. From eyes dashing to follow movements to shortly glancing up through his lashes. He is simply tóó aware of Nihlus. He cannot help it but to shake his head, ears flapping around his head, but it doesn’t make him feel any less hot. Oh dear lord, what is happening to him?

Something in the words make the bay and blue boy – because that is definitely how he feels right now, unexperienced and so needy – look up. His eyes meet Nih’s glowing blue ones, and this time Nuage is unable to look away, gaze locked.

Nu’s cheeks flush, his lips parted, breath shallow. ”Make me.” Nu likes to believe that it is the dry lump and his tight throat that make his voice so hoarse and right on needy. Insecure his ears flick around, and the look upon his features is one of pure need and a hint of fear. Would Nihlus turn him down?