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[pactmarshal]

🌳Who: Trahearne and others!
🌳What: A series of nightmares leaves Trahearne (and others) sleepless
🌳When: The second week of summer
🌳Where: In the dream world
🌳Warnings: Slaughter, prejudice, depression in general, maybe a lil nsfw, Heart of Thorns spoilers looks directly at cocoa

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[pactmarshal]

[ With his vision gone, every other sense feels amplified. The air of his room smells humid, sweaty. The lewd, slick noises of Adelis riding his cock ring so loud in Trahearne's ears. And Trahearne is particularly sensitive to the way the smaller man moves on him, rocks his hips over him, how hot he feels around him. Each tiny fraction of movement earns Adelis some sort of hum, groan, or pant from Trahearne--none of it particularly loud, definitely not as loud as when the other first sank against him. But they are reactions, nonetheless. And the way his head rolls against the sheets, how his hands keep readjusting their grip on the fabric show he is clearly enjoying this.

The promise of being "good," however, lights an aggressive spark in Trahearne. He knows it's condescending, in a way. He knows Adelis has more experience than him. He knows Adelis is in control here.

But he doesn't want to be good. He wants to come.

Trahearne's arms suddenly whip forward, clapping onto the curve of Adelis's hips once again to drag him down the length of his cock as his feet scramble for perch on the bed, heels digging into the mattress as he lifts his own hips in the opposite direction. He sucks in air through his teeth, and lets loose a throaty exhale of relief as he breaks the rhythm and gets what he wants.

If Adelis wants control back, he can fight him for it. ]

[for8000amonth]

[ Adelis has to push himself up especially high to slide up and down near the full length, what with his legs being so short- fortunately, he's no stranger to physical activity, and even with the harsh arch of his hips, he doesn't slow down in the slightest. Even as sweat sticks his hair to his forehead and the back of his neck, and every drop down fills him up completely.

It's nice to watch Trahearne squirm through lidded eyes, his own breath coming faster as each stroke stokes the fire in his stomach further. Even if he's not as warm, as suffocating hot as another human being, it heats him up all the same, knees pressed flush to the other's waist. Focused is he on the movements, eyes slipping closed for a moment to position himself just a bit different, he isn't expecting how quickly Trahearne snaps at his words.

He's just arched himself up when the hands clasp tight to his hips, gaze flickering down in time just to have himself shoved down to the hilt again. But it's the additional thrust from below that has a sharp noise finally spill from his lips, louder than anything else he's let out so far, sharply leaning forward as his hands press further against Trahearne's skin. It's fast, and the angle hits that spot that makes his vision flash for a brief moment, hard shiver running up the length of his spine.

Fine. If he wants to play it that way.

He is not content to have it wrested from him so quickly, and thus Adelis reaches up his hands to coil around Trahearne's own, tightly, using them as mere support as he shifts his legs to make it easier to fuck himself on his cock in time with each frenzied thrust. If he goes a little faster, drops his hips a little harder, it's all to cement who's making the decisions here, the wet sound of skin on skin growing obscenely loud with the punch of his gasps. ]

[pactmarshal]

[ Oh, that noise. If only he could turn back time and listen to it again--the sharpness of it sends an equally sharp, jagged spark jolting through his body. His lips peel apart as a grin cracks across his face, and a low hum of a chuckle spills from his throat.

Trahearne is inexplicably pleased when Adelis reacts with more feverish movements in kind, trying take the sudden stealing of control back. The grip on Adelis's hips tighten as Trahearne tries to control his speed himself, lifting him and dropping him to fuck him from below.

Despite all the movement, and simply how much Adelis moves on him, thanks to both of their efforts, Trahearne blindly gropes for Adelis's cock, fingers curling firmly around it when he does find it to stroke in time with each of his thrusts.

His head tips back, though, as a telltale lightness begins to curl in the depths of his gut. A quiet groan slips from his lips, and his breathing grows quicker, heavier. ]

I'm so...close...

[for8000amonth]

[ He finds his eyes narrowing at the curve of that grin, of the laugh. They're little more than motivators, urging him forward even with the phantom ache in his thighs. At this point, attempting to rip back the reigns is only half of it- the rest of it is chasing the high, pressure mounting with each thrust, especially when he angles just right and feels it hit that point inside him that makes his legs shudder hard.

It's a near battle, with the hands on his hips trying to control his pace, and himself trying to outdo it. Once one hand peels away, Adelis presses his own to Trahearne's knee for better support as he leans back a bit, although his hips stutters at the hand that wraps around his cock and begins to jerk him off in time with each stroke against his insides. His nails dig into the other's skin, vision blurry, and he lets his eyes close as the heat grows hotter.

The groan is the first sign, but the other's words have him hissing, voice barely level with the quickness of his breath as he sharply rocks against the hand stroking him. ]

Do it outside-

[ It's a demand, thank you, but it doesn't stop the feverish push of his hips downwards, each time his skin brushes Trahearne's dragging him closer and closer. His voice rises in pitch, gasps spilling out with his movements getting more aggressive as he tries to push himself to the peak. Close, close, close- ]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne tenses the knee Adelis leans on--not in an attempt to push him off, or in a display of dominance, but to make sure he gets the support he needs. Because the way he rides him, how his hips roll over him and how his breath quickens and that flash of heat that fills him whenever he comes all the way down makes this all fell really fucking good.

His own thrusts, his own tentative grip on Adelis's hips is his way, too, of using his ass to push him over the edge. All he can concentrate on as the thoughts in his mind melt further and further away is the friction on his dick, how the tension builds in his chest and his gut.

Outside. Not inside. Not in him?

He tries to parse it as Adelis grows more aggressive, as he meets the aggression with feverish thrusts and rounded fingers digging into flesh, the sound of flesh and frond smacking against each other louder than anything either of them have voiced, hand around Adelis's cock stroking faster, faster; a rush of bliss suddenly shoots through him, the lightness of release rippling through him as his back arches, as he throws his head back, and a sudden cry splits from his lips--

Ah. Not in him.

It's a fraction of a second too late that Trahearne finally understands what that means, and no matter how far down Adelis is, both hands clap onto his hips and forcibly rip him off his dick. A bit did get inside--he was too slow, too horny--but the rest spills out onto his torso as his cock falls to rest on his stomach.

But he does not stop there. Once Adelis is off, he pulls him straight back down onto his groin. He shudders, his whole body spasming beyond his control as he comes, the pressure--though nowhere as good as actually being inside of him--his relief as he rides out the rest of the waves of his orgasm. ]