AU #666: A TINGE OF DOUBT CROSSES MY MIND

[halfcocked]

[sprawled on Hakuren's bed with his laptop, dicking around on Google again; without preamble, begins to read in an attempt at a silky voice:]


I dream'd this mortal part of mine
Was Metamorphoz'd to a Vine;
Which crawling one and every way
Enthralled my dainty Lucia.
Me thought, her long small legs & thighs
I with my Tendrils did surprize;
Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste
By my soft Nerv'lits were--


--her what? This one sucks! Lemme find a better one. Her waste!?

Comments

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[osnap that face; goes dereface and still]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[he said I'm talented~]

[sort of straddle-drapes over Hakuren and tongues at the new hickey on his neck, smoothing his hands across Hakuren's chest]

Mmm~ you think so?

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[shivers, arching a little into it]

I -- well, I have no complaints, at least ...

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[kisses down to Hakuren's chest, taking his time and exploring much like Hakuren did earlier; flicking his tongue over a nipple and searching for good reactions elsewhere with his fingertips]

Bet I could do better . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[tosses his head a bit, breathing hard and biting down on a finger to try and keep quiet but still making pretty obvious noises at the successes ._.]

Y--you think so--

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[continues working his way down, nibbling at Hakuren's stomach and slipping a hand between Hakuren's legs to finger a little at his inner thigh]

Like this . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[letting his legs fall open, a bit hesitantly, breathing hard]

Y-you don't have to prove anything, you know--

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

I'm just enjoying myself . . .

[tugs Hakuren's pants out of the way a little and nips hard at his hipbone, sucking, leaving a mark]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[jerks his hips at that, making a small noise; reaching to tug a little at Devit's hair]

Th-that's -- you enjoy it, really --

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I, uh . . .

[reddens a little, licking at the hickey] That weird?

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[tugging a bit at Devit's hair again]

It's -- unexpected ... ?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[looks up, still rubbing circles on Hakuren's thigh]

Yeah?

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[reddens, but still maintaining eye-contact]

... yes, a little. I like -- I like that you like it, though ...

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[maintains eye contact and lowers his head to kiss at Hakuren's hip again, then along his waist, staring up at Hakuren's face]

Do you like it?

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[staring down at, red to the ears, but not breaking eye-contact]

I just said that, didn't I ... ?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

I meant . . .

[kissing very low on Hakuren's stomach, tugging his pants down but not quite down enough, using his teeth and tongue a little on the skin]

. . . do you like doing stuff to me?

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[shivers and curls his fingers hard in the sheets, just staring down at and definitely breathing faster]

I--it was ... f-fun, yes ...

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Mm, good . . .

[leaves Hakuren's pants on and kisses down between his legs]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[makes a startled sound, snapping his hips up involuntarily] W-wait, my clothes--

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[DOESN'T SEEM TO BE LISTENING. mouths around, feeling up and down Hakuren's cock with his lips, through the fabric]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[drops his head back with a choked-off noise, going tense in an attempt to not thrust too desperately with his hips]

Hhhhhh--

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[searches thoroughly and blindly with his mouth until he finds the tip of Hakuren's cock; wraps his lips around it as best he can and hums quietly]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[shaking at this point, tossing his head and moaning continuously, if quietly, with a hand over his mouth to muffle it]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[mumbles into the cloth, stroking Hakuren's thighs with his palms]

Is this what you want . . . want me to take 'em off?

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[shudders, moving his restlessly under Devit's hands]

P-- p-please, I-I'll just--

[with his free hand, trying to pull the drawstring loose and having only limited success due to shaky fingers]