FALL CATCH-ALL

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WHO: Syrlya and You (Closed Prompts)
WHAT: The Fall Catch-All
WHEN: All Fall Baby
WHERE: Wherever we need (on the island or a boat)
WARNINGS: NSFW marked below

((Plan With Me: Plot Comment #1 | EVENT ONE OPEN POST))

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[Oh, goodness. That groan from Adelis locks Syrlya's attention on him--but it's the way he stares up while running his tongue over Syrlya that really captures him. He's suspended in that second, fingers twisting into sheets and hair before he loses the ability to keep himself upright.]

Yes. [He gasps, needy. His hand pulls.] Like that, please..

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[ The pull to his hair has Adelis' grip stutter if but for a moment, but both it and the plead hitting his ears urges him forward. He pushes himself up the slightest bit, free hand tucking his hair behind his ear before it settles on the curve of Syrlya's hip-

And after one more lap of the tongue, he seals his mouth around him, head bobbing downwards. Low, at first, before there's a shift to take him deeper, tongue dragging across the length of him as he does so. Without a need to breathe, he doesn't hesitate to press himself all the way down, nose brushing Syrlya's stomach before he pulls back again, hyperfocused on whatever noises he can drag out with each inch he takes. ]

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[Syrlya breathes deep, punctuated with a groan as Adelis takes his stem into his mouth properly. There's relief that way, even if it kind of hurts at first, and he--

His whole body coils as Adelis goes all the way down, legs pulling up and gasping for air as he's hit by an overwhelming amount of touch. And then the tension releases, except in his fingers, and he pulls sharply against the hair and sheets as he falls back against the bed. His legs slip down uselessly but there's still an attempt at rolling his hips in encouragement, as words fail him.]

Ah, ah, a-ah--

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[ Syrlya squirms relentlessly beneath him, the tensing of his body and high pitch of his gasps making the coil in his stomach tighten ever further. It's not enough, really, when he's not getting touched, but it's satisfying...just not satisfying enough to satiate himself.

The bed lightly shifts as Syrlya falls back, and Adelis makes a muffled noise around the harsh pull against his scalp, mouth too full to do much otherwise. Hand pressing further against the other man's hips to keep him down, he opts to go faster, head slipping up and down as he sucks against the sweet of his skin and slides his tongue a little rougher. He likes seeing, hearing him like this, and the aroused fog in his brain does little but have him see how much the taller man can take.

He pulls himself back, just to lick the tip, down his length, before up and swallowing him whole again, right to the base. It won't be much longer, likely, but he works with a feverish methodical want to see Syrlya snap. ]

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[Adelis is stronger than him normally, physically, and such a mess as he is now he's incapable of escaping the grip on him. But his back with writhes against the sheets, his head tipping back as pleased moans roll out with increased volume and urgency.

The cry is sharp when Adelis goes down again from the tease--and then louder, longer as the pressure builds back up to an apex again. He almost doesn't realize it, the way his sensitive body has been drowned in arousal.

He comes, the only warning Adelis gets is the way his hips attempt one last desperate push up. His voice hits a pitch that's almost a scream as he throws his head back, the orgasm drawn out even longer than before, well past the actual spill of syrup, as it rocks his body.]

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[ If he were further in his right mind, part of him might wonder about the soundproofing of this room- and if there was any to begin with. Unfortunately, his thoughts have devolved to little more than satiating the heat under his skin, and so he relishes in the loud noises that echo in his ears with each press of his tongue and bob of his head.

At this point, Adelis lets him push himself up, just so he can take Syrlya's cock as far as it will go- or maybe the scream made his brain halt for one satisfied second. Something sweet and near syrupy promptly fills his mouth, coating his tongue, and he gives it a long, hazy few seconds before he opts to pull himself off the other's trembling form.

Carefully is how he slides his mouth off, pushing himself up on his knees in a haze. Painful erection still unsatisfied aside, he's too busy staring down at the taller man, relishing in the mess he's left him as his hand slowly lifts to press his lips. He's used to cum, yes, but he knew it would likely be different the first time he saw it- and as he notably up and swallows the sweet fluid in his mouth, feeling it slide down his throat, he's glad to be right. ]

...Mm. [ The noise is low, and satisfied. ] Not bad.

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[Syrlya's hand slips weakly from Adelis' hair as he pulls up, falling limply to the side. He takes shaky breaths, his voice cracking on faint sounds as he opens his eyes, just enough to blearily peek at Adelis.]

... Ah. [He smiles when he realizes, faint and hazy. He feels like he's put one foot back in the dream. He briefly considers getting up, but there just isn't the strength in his limbs.]

... Amazing. But--[A deep breath, and then a slow exhale.] Are you...?

[Satisfied, looking over him with the still erect cock?]