vatheon | 4 ♐ The Subtle Grace of Gravity

[It will be alright. Darkleer just thinks this to himself as he begins to patiently knead at the stiff, tense muscles which are now practically taking over Summoner's back. And every movement has the greatest care taken to make sure that those wings are not touched. He reveres those wings, almost, with how much time he has spent with nature and watching it unfold through life. And to be able to fly...]

[Those fingers tightening in his hair just add to this light feeling coursing through his body and he raises one hand even as he moves against those hips pressing down on his. Ages since he's had a warm body pressing against his like this, and he wants all that he's been missing these past sweeps. The tongue he can feel is given a quick suck while his fingers curl around the base of Summoner's horn, keeping him there, keeping him close.]

[A soft moan, feeling hands knead at the muscles in his back. It'd probably be easier for Darkleer to do that if his wings opened a little... with them so tightly closer, they're practically folding over his hands as they move around. A reluctant pause before he finally does so, opening them a little behind him, like paper rubbing against itself as the large orange appendages rise, slowly, patiently. Summoner seems to focus as he's doing this, the kissing a little slower. Normally he would just tell the other person on to touch his back... but.]

Just... be careful...

[Said between kissing, his voice worried, eyes opening for a moment to glance at Darkleer's. And then a shudder, curling closer to the larger troll, his hands letting go of the hair as he lets out a pleasured whine from the hand gripping the base of his horn. The moan melts into Darkleer's mouth as he pushes to kiss him again, sucking on Darkleer's tongue in turn and rolling his own around it as he pulls himself closer, legs tight at his sides.]

Always...

[That's all he can say before they're pressed tight to one another once more, lips locking, tongues tangling, hands holding tightly...]

[Not one to miss things, Darkleer notices that tempting whine and shifts his hand even closer to where horn connects against skull. He rubs his fingers right against that area, brushing against the hair there. His body shifts beneath Summoner's, wanting to move closer but unable to do so in this kind of position- properly, anyway. But at least his hands will be able to do so much more than the rest of him can do, rubbing along those sensitive spots which bring out more from the orangeblood...]

[To anyone else, perhaps this would be too quick for a relationship so new, but for trolls, it's a bit more... natural. It's just expected to couple under limited time, to contribute to the genetic slurry. And when the two of them have wanted this for so long, the closeness already there...]

[Darkleer has to crane his head a bit to continue kissing Summoner with how close they're pressing against one another, but the ache in his neck is well worth it.]

[To be fair, Summoner doesn't really have a time restriction on this sort of thing. There really never has been a need to ease into this so this speed feels completely natural. And with the tension they've had, especially recently, it only supports their eagerness more.]

[The hand on his horn is really taking away from his concentration but unlike Darkleer, he's pretty used to this, it hasn't been sweeps and sweeps of time since he's been intimate. Granted, this is an entirely different kind of intimacy, but still. He's doing well to focus as he wheezes and sighs into Darkleer's mouth as they kiss. Lysunder straightens his back as his hands move up into his hair again, and he suddenly stops.]

[Shit, wait, shit.]

[A breath, his body tensing, wings flickering.]

Should we-we, slow down?

[Another breath, gasped. And those words are something he's never said before in his entire life. He should ask though... right. Like, since this is a 'thing' now. And being a 'thing' he should... ask, and not... push, or anything. Right? Because that was respectful and, uh... yeah? Just looking at Darkleer with a rather confused expression, doing his best to not making too many more noises, even with the other's hands still in their places.]

Mnnn... What?

[A bit dazed, Darkleer blinks. Slow down? That certainly wasn't something he expected to hear, with the rate things were going. Is Summoner... honestly trying? To make this work? To think of what he wants?]

[...Oh.]

[Darkleer doesn't smile, not quite, but he looks up at Summoner with a soft kind of appreciation and traces circles against his back. ]

Only if you want to. I am more than fine with this, Lysunder. I'm alright. Besides, should you stop...

[This time, there's just a quick flicker of a smile, and then it's gone as he leans in to kiss his neck again.]

I might find myself speaking poetry to you once more, just to hear those stutterings of yours...

[Do you think he's lying, Summoner? Let him dispel that for you.]

I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season it might be;
Summer or winter for aught I can say...

[Better interrupt him quick, or else he'll keep going.]

[Hey now, he's really trying here. It's pretty tough for Lysunder to stop himself once he starts doing like this, and still he managed to in order to just ask Darkleer if he was comfortable. Darkleer's response is quickly replied to with a shake of his head, perfectly fine with the speed himself.]

I'm okay, I just felt I should maybe ask if y-y-you wer-Oh, I n-no you don't have t-

[But yep, that is... more really embarrassing poetry, making his chest tighten and his face heat up. Summoner whines slightly, a rather quiet distressed whine, hands going to Darkleer's cheeks again, pulling him into a kiss to yes, pretty much shut him up. His kiss is pushing, forceful, but still shaking and fuck if the word shy is ever used for him, but it's accurate with how those overly romantic words make him feel.]

[There's a huff of breath against Summoner's lips that might be a silent chuckle, and then Darkleer is pushing back, nipping at his lips and licking what little marks he leaves. Still loosely holding onto Summoner's horn, he brushes his thumb against the earrings he wears.]

[This is beautiful. This is lovely. He almost doesn't want to leave.]

[Carefully, he removes the hand from Summoner's back and presses it against the ground behind himself so that he can lean back, offering all his body for Summoner to press down upon.]

[As Darkleer has plainly told him to lay forward, Summoner's already doing it, scooting forward and pressing against the other troll, body moving completely in sync with Darkleer's. His legs clench around the other's hips, rocking his own against him as he pushes into the kiss, smoothing his tongue over the blue blood's and nipping his lip with his fangs.]

In the w-woods you say?

[Again kissing, hand sliding down Darkleer's chest slowly, the other gripping one of the other's horns, trying to concentrate himself even with a hand to one of his own.]

On the ground you say?

[A slight laugh, rocking his hips forward again, wings opening a little more to flutter and rest behind him in a more comfortable position now that he's moved.]

How simply feral of you, like the beasts I say.

[A grin, taking a deep breath as go his hands jerk down to grip Darkleer's waist as he grinds his hips down hard.]

Ah-

[The way those hips rock down on his is a temptation he'd be foolish to deny, and that light pressure of the hand on his chest is nothing short of wonderful.]

Nearly- poetic yourself- oh.

[He gasps at that hard grind and tugs Summoner closer to him by the horn. A hot fire of his own is starting in the bottom of his torso, stirring between his legs. Pressing his face against Summoner's throat, he tries to catch his breath.]

Again, please.

Oh? Again?

[Grins, eyes half lidded as he watches Darkleer's face before, tightening his grip on Darkleer's waist, grinding his hips down hard, rolling them against the other's as he watches him under him. When Darkleer moves his face to hide it in the nook of his neck, Summoner can't help but chuckle, rubbing his cheek against black hair as he rocks his hips a third time, starting up a pace.]

Oh come now, pailing is poetry, no matter the intensity. [Not a single w or y starting word in that, nice. Lysunder keeps his smile, sliding his hands around the other's waist softly, curling his fingers around to tightly brace Darkleer's lower back as he rocks his hips hard against him, legs tense on either side. They stay in place, sturdy braces as he moves his hips and upper body, grinding against the larger troll with his breathing deep.]

I've been reciting since our first conversation.

[Now is hardly the time for horn fondling. Letting his fingers slip from Summoner's horn, Darkleer lets them skirt down his side and to his rear where he cups one cheek hard, letting it move with the motions. In fact, Darkleer himself is moving with them, grinding right back.]

I've noticed... I have noticed quite a bit...

[Sighing in pleasure, he begins to kiss and suck on the skin he can reach. A shudder goes down his spine at this all, sending jolts of pleasure further through his body.]

And here I thought you- you couldn't stand me.

[He smirks, clearing his throat and expanding it to try and deepen his voice.]

For I am a nonsensical troll leading a fool's rebellion.

[A laugh, the pause to speak is broken with a hard pulled grind upwards against Darkleer's crotch, sending a shudder through Summoner's system. He bends his neck, pushing his face closer to Darkleer's neck, not caring about hair getting in the way as he slides his tongue over the skin there.]

And what do you think of me now, Tink? Besides a fool, for even I know myself to be one.

Edited 2012-02-28 20:59 (UTC)

[Summoner, if you were not on his bulge and paying such sweet attention to his throat, Darkleer would call you an idiot and roll his eyes at that imitation of his voice. Right now? Slightly preoccupied. That happens when you are trying to get off by grinding your bulge against someone else.]

I think...

[He tilts his head back as much as he can, hair cascading down his back with the movement as he offers up more of his skin to Summoner. His skin tingles where he feels him.]

I think I... would very much like you... to do more of this.

[A happy hum leaves him in response, falling into an open mouthed gasping moan as he grinds his hips against Darkleer again. He can feel an ache between his legs, worsening with every thrust and his hands shoot up to cradle the back of Darkleer's head. His Claws grind over his scalp, enjoying the silky feel of hair through his fingers. Summoner sinks his head low, mouth moving to the blue blood's neck and cups his mouth there, sucking inwards with his tongue dancing over the spot, fangs just barely grazing.]

[Commune, right, start commune. Summoner keeps up his pace, starting to really get a ongoing beat to his thrusts as he rubs up against Darkleer hard. His mind starts to alight with various view points, eyes here and there, checking the area; a scan. Lysunder continues against the other troll as he does this, soon discontinuing the communes and giving a thrust harder than the ones before, his wings opening a bit, flickering behind him, stiff.]

Any more of this and I don't know w-w-where my head'll be... Haa...

[Summoner is hardly the only one aching between his legs. That couldn't be more obvious when Darkleer lifts his hips up right against the particularly hard grind. His boots dig into the ground hard from the pleasure that gives a sudden intense pulse which echoes throughout his body. Huffing hard- nearly a snort- he leans back further for a better position. His grip is firm, encouraging Summoner all the better. The rock back he gives is just as firm and hard as the one Summoner did. A guttural moan leaves him at it.]

Perhaps... If I may offer a, a suggestion- [It's hard to speak straight with the pace they're setting up and Summoner's lips sucking on his throat. The friction their clothing makes between them just makes this all the better, somehow, although Darkleer would never object to something a bit less... crowded.] -now may be the time to sssstop using your head.

[The one that stores his brain, anyway. The one down below his waistline... Well, that is a different matter entirely.]

[Tilting his head back towards Summoner's, he takes the tip of one ear between his teeth and gives a small suck.]

Nngh... Sh-shit... Ah hah, you might be right.

[A swallow, stopping for a moment after the other troll ground upwards. He feels blood beat down through his system, becoming light headed. He feels like he shouldn't, like, this is a bad thing? Maybe he's rushing, Summoner had a tendency to be fast. But he wanted this bad and it felt like Darkleer did too, and when he opened his eyes to get a look at the other troll's face he was only reassured of that, hands moving down to line against Darkleer's sides, going to grip his hips, fingers furling to try and find a hem of his pants to work at.]

Let's go with that. [He feels the snag on his ear and his eyelids flutter, breathing in as he smiles, thumbs lacing where Darkleer's hip bones would be.]

Let's.

4 ♐ The Subtle Grace of Gravity

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They're watching right now. Stiiiill watching.

oh nooo!

Fff. I think, Darkleer's icons drew them in.

As they rightfully should. /finger steeple

Heh.

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