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

[Nuage]

He is oblivious to the fight Nihlus is looking for, but it is impossible to ignore the dark bay stallion’s need. It doesn’t scare Nuage – he knows that Nih will take care of him – and his own need and desire rise to match hid dom’s. On instinct he tilts his head, offering Nihlus his throat with half lidded eyes and parted lips.

”Oh” is the surprised, throaty sound coming from his lips. The sting of Nihlus’ tail’s slap introduces him to a whole new sensation. He relishes the burn, and Nuage finds himself shifting slightly in an attempt to hunt after the tail, almost disappointed that it is gone as soon as it had come.

He is flushed, almost ashamed by his own reactions and the need for this practical stranger. Nuage leans into Nihlus’ form, into his touch, and basks himself in it. Even in the sudden hold of is poll. He almost – almost – moans, surprising himself when disappointment rushes through him when Nihlus releases him without as much of a gentle tug. Heatedly he glances away from the intense glowing blue eyes, shuddering at the demand made from him. ”N-Nihlus..” he whispers breathy, wetting his blue lips right after.

His name is enough clue for the bay and sky blue male to force himself to look up, slowly lifting his head to meet Nihlus’ gaze through his lashes. He is very well aware of the mess that he is, and though a part of him wants to hide it, another wants to fully open himself up to the other male. Doesn’t a dom lie claim upon all of his sub? Nuage’s eyes hold Nihlus’ (or is it the other way around?), each whispered word reaching his words with ease. His world resolves around the dark bay male, everything else forgotten. In his little world, it is just the two of them.

A world that gets even smaller when Nihlus weight rests upon him. Nuage quivers, his lips parted in favour of letting small breathy breaths pass. His muscles tense, anticipation running wild, and his tail makes room to let Nih pass. His elegant head is raised high, not to ease his stand with the extra weight – for that he would have to lower his head – no, Nu curves his back simply because the stronger male demands it of him with a tug and pull of his teeth.

Nihlus is all around him. Strong legs grasping his flanks – fitting there perfectly – and holding him in place, and across his withers Nih bends his neck, hungry lips and teeth never leaving his flesh long. And all Nuage can do is take it. The sensations become his whole world. He can only see Nihlus out of the corner of his eyes, but his gaze is cloudy and far beyond. Soft moans spill from his lips at all these new sensations; from light-headedness to flutters in his stomach and pure and raw need. There is longing for gentleness, and yet, at the same time, Nuage is hungry for more. Raw and hard, to convey the passion and desire between them. Without realising it he pushes his hips back, meeting each trust with much enthusiasm.

Between them, Nuage is the first one to spill. He hadn’t known it was possible –  not that he had ever really given it a thought. Sex hadn’t really been on his mind other than seasonal urges when the testosterones were thick in the air – to come without, well, yeah, stimulation down there, and yet, he has. Quite shamelessly too, and that is exactly what flusters him.

For a while he isn’t able to ponder over it. He’s sensitive, very sensitive, and every rub and push of Nihlus inside him prolongs his own pleasure. He is on cloud nine, panting and moaning and pushing back shamelessly. Shuddering and moaning Nihlus’ name as the dark bay finishes too. Suddenly things are extremely quiet around them, the only sounds coming from their panting and heartbeats as they try to catch their breaths. Nu barely registers how he is soaked in sweat, nor does he notice Nihlus sliding down.

He is lost, his thoughts drifting away as his body is overwhelmed by many different emotions and feelings; the pleasure making him tingle through his whole body. Slowly his head had dropped a little, eyes half closed as he stares into oblivion. Nuage had reached subspace. A bit numb and mindless he leans into the touch, moaning softly as the gentle touch is too much for his sensitive skin, and yet Nu cannot pull away.

Nihlus’s words – and more prominently; his claim – pull Nuage back to the here and now. He sucks in a breath, and shudders as his eyes glance down. What would Nihlus think of it, of his incompetence? Would he think of Nu as pathetic now he came this quick? Nuage doesn’t dare to ask, afraid of the answer he might get. However, he does, murmur softly; ”Yours.” Because that is what he is, utterly and fully Nihlus’.

But was Nihlus’ his too? His teeth sink into his own lip again, eyes slowly lifting from the ground to seek Nih’s glowing blue eyes. Once again he is lost in their beauty, and they have him frozen – wide eyed – and speechless for a moment. The lump in his throat is back, and Nuage has to fight the urge to glance away. Nihlus’ gaze is just so freaking intense. Would he ever be able to meet gaze fully? The idea has him shivering under that said gaze.

In order to speak his mind, to ask his question, he first has to swallow the lump in his throat. He has lost the sudden braveness; he is insecure and shy all over again. Stupid, if you thought about what they had just done, the smell of sex still in the air and sticking to their sweaty bodies. ”Yours..” he repeats softly, for a moment glancing away, then forcing himself to meet Nihlus’ gaze again. Then he whispers, from his position pressed up against the dark bay’s side.

”You mine too?”