[Training] try to find if it was worth what you spent

Hotaru

Gods, even that one drawled out word seems to stroke her from the inside out, a promise she knows he intends to keep. He'd always had the unfair advantage of being able to tame her when others couldn't even keep hold of the reigns. And as he lays naked beneath her, cast in a halo as her own shoulders block the sunlight, he is the Adonis that contrasts the siren he sees in her. Imperfect, fractured, but still cut of marble and godlike in all other aspects. It fells her, and she's glad it's relatively hidden by the way he pulls her down flush against his chest.

This time he's the one exploring, and she molds their mouths together, tongue flickering to playfully dart against his own as it outlines the ridges of her teeth. Ru's mouth goes slack as they rock unhurriedly together, her folds parting naturally until he's pressed along the length of the seam of her, the head of his cock glancing just off her clit in the most maddening half-there slide of sensation. His praise makes her whine softly against his mouth, reaching to graze her nail against his own nipple. Kissing him is too easy, too intoxicating, so instead of parting she rolls her hips more dramatically even as she keeps the pace slow. Changing little, letting the tension mount naturally. "Cheater," she breathes back as she kisses him in repetitive, open-mouthed, leisurely pulls. He knows she has a praise kink, the bastard.

Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving

i heard you say that you've lost, you've lost, you've lost, you've lost your way

It’s a slow, easy pace, one that has him humming softly into her mouth as they tangle themselves up more. The slow rock they make settle him perfectly between her legs, the slow delicate stroke of his length along her clit and her folds, soaking up the warmth when his breath hitches and his cock twitches with the scrape of her fingernail. The hand at her back digs blunt fingernails in, his hips rocking to press the tip of his length against her clit again in a small little hiccup to the rhythm they make.

Their lips part but only because they’re speaking, and her quiet claim arises a small rumble of a laugh from the Flood. One hand tangles in her hair again to tug her head back, to open up her neck more for him to lean in and sink in, marking as he paves his way to her ear. “I told you I didn’t need to dunk you into the water to get you wet.” It’s a low, hoarse, throaty purr, when he starts rocking his hips again but this time harder, enough to help lift her just enough to line himself up, to press the tip of his cock against her entrance, still supporting her hip to keep her from sinking down on him just yet.

but i don't think you had much to lose, that house was never built for you

SUNJATA

Hotaru

That little spark of pain, just the tiniest bit, of his nails into her skin is an undercurrent of sensation that only amplifies the easy, simple pleasure that coalesces as they rock together. A pleasure that coils tighter as he changes the rhythm of their gliding by the barest bit, the pressure of his length against her more potent and pointed against her clit.

She arches into his pull, easy as anything, and as his lips find her neck she knows he can feel the choked laugh that bubbles beneath. The equivalent of an eye roll that she can't manage as hers are too busy being closed. "A horrible pun," she whispers, though her lips twitch in a smile against her will. Only then her lips drop open and the hand at his chest grips at his pectoral as he lifts her higher, the blunt heat of him at her entrance like a shock of electricity. Only of course his hand is there, spanning across her small waist, keeping her from taking him inside her. "Jata," comes out, hoarse and irritated if it weren't for the eagerness that overshadows it.

Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving

i heard you say that you've lost, you've lost, you've lost, you've lost your way

Oh her equivalent of a roll of her eyes is met with a vibrating hum of amusement from Sunjata, one that she’d likely feel from all the spaces they touch. He ignores the pain in his chest and ribs, however, to help lift her and line them up, a soft sound slipping from Sunjata as he feels her heat. “What?” He purrs to her, keeping his hands at her hips to keep her suspended just enough that when he rolls his hips up to her that he presses himself inside her only for a taste.

It drives him wild too, however, and it’s quite belated that he realizes he doesn’t have anything in terms of protection and that he’ll need to be extra careful. But it’s a thought that lingers on the back of his mind, because he starts to lower her and rock his hips up into her, a jagged sort of movement as it twinges his rib cage to do so — little huffs of panted sounds that leave him as he drags her down onto his cock, slipping inside her with a greediness that ignores the pain to make room for the groan that leaves him with the intention of pressing up and pulling her down until she’s taken as much of him as she can until they get situated.

but i don't think you had much to lose, that house was never built for you

SUNJATA

Hotaru

It’s the worst kind of tease, and she can’t even pin down exactly what kind of noise she makes as he rocks himself forward just enough to sink the blunt head of his cock into her. Stretching her around the girth of him, and then withdrawing immediately after, leaving her clenching around nothing and thighs trembling. Her mouth hangs open uselessly, incapable of finding words to beg or curse him - she isn’t sure which she’d choose anyway.

Luckily he doesn’t leave her hanging for much longer, and little mewling hiccups escape with each deepening delve of his dick into her body. Carving out a space for himself mercilessly, in the exact way that drives her crazy. Her hands fly to his forearms where he holds her easily above him, nails digging in and toes curling in silt. Her insides clench sporadically around Sunjata, and only when he’s in to the root does her head fall limply back and she moans helplessly at the sky. “Gods, I forgot…” she loses the trail of her thought. How big you are? How you feel? How good it could be? It could’ve been anything.

Ru swivels her hips in circles, unsure if he intends to lift her himself and use her like a fuckdoll (which is hot in its own right), but intending to feel the swell of the head of his cock at the very depths of her cunt, pushing up against that shocky, trembling place inside that she can almost feel in her bones. And as she does, a soft moan finally breaks free.

Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving

i heard you say that you've lost, you've lost, you've lost, you've lost your way

She should know by now that when it comes to the two of them, this is the tango they dance to. It’s one that he can drown himself in, and in her, his arms supporting her and keeping her aloft until he can drag her down. Soft growls pant through him as her nails dig into his forearms, Sunjata shivering, cock throbbing as she tightens against him. Once she’s settled enough and her heads thrown back, Sunjata let’s go of her hip with one hand, trailing it up to tangle in her hair, to keep her head tugged back and exposing her neck to him further.

He surges toward her at the same time he drives deeper into her, panting at her skin with wet kisses, the sharp pain of nips, the greedy growl that vibrates against her skin. Her hips circle and he shudders with it, a small whine that leaves him as he draws back slightly, laying further back against the rockery, enough to peer up at her with steel that are blown with need and desire.

“Fuck me, Ru.” He breathes, giving her all the room to take the reins, to let her make those memories she can hold right to her chest, to think of in the night. He stops moving, aside from the twitch and throb of his length in her, his gaze almost expectant to see what route she chooses to take with it.

but i don't think you had much to lose, that house was never built for you

SUNJATA

Hotaru

She should remember, it’s true, and yet it feels like the first time with how long it’s been. Everything new and bright and intoxicating, previous defenses destroyed, leaving her sensitive and vulnerable to every sensation and action. She should’ve seen it coming - he never has been able to keep his hands off her hair - and yet she still gasps when he pulls it taut, keeping her arched backwards and driving his cock deeper as she unintentionally sinks lower to accommodate.

Ru clenches tight around him as he curls upward to get his mouth on her bare skin, tugging uselessly with the desire to meet him, serving only to put pressure on the roots of her hair the sends tingles down her spine. “Fuck, fuck,” she chants in a breathy whine as his growl vibrates down into her bones. Feral, unhinged, and she loves it. Wants to see him completely unchained, free of any doubts and ghosts, and her hips rock urgently as she wriggles and strains for the chance to.

Sunjata gives it to her moments before she is ready to beg. Allowing her the chance to soak in how he looks laid out against the rocks, sunkissed and drenched, marked by her mouth and hands. He’s so gorgeous it hurts. And she craves. He releases the reigns, and Hotaru takes the freedom he has given her and runs with it.

Planting her feet into the silt she begins to bounce - slow and hard, the slap of their wet skin as she drops back down lewd and loud. Hotaru pants softly with each impact, the drive of his cock pushing the air out of her lungs. “Feel you so deep,” she moans breathlessly, alternating by grinding in circles again before lifting up to drive back down again. “Could keep you here all day,” she purrs threateningly, leaning forward and bracing her elbows against his shoulders for a shallower bounce. Rocking herself forward and backward over his body, using him like a toy as she shudders and moans, the girth of his cock more obvious at this angle. Her hands find each side of his throat from where she’s braced, and her thumbs meet just below the curve in his throat - exerting pressure slowly, to give him those sparks from reduced oxygen without going too far.

Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving

i heard you say that you've lost, you've lost, you've lost, you've lost your way

They dance together, in this primal instinctual way, skin against skin. The sounds they make echo off the rocks of the stream and Sunjata leans back after leaving more little red marks in Hotaru’s neck, handing her the reins, leaning back to peer up at her like she is that siren, the way the sun reflects off her skin, with the beads of sweat that glisten like diamonds along her. She moves instantly, bouncing in both a torturous way and yet satisfying all the same, her tightness drawing more groans from him, more ways that his body tenses and relaxes, the way his own head tips back with a hitch of breath as her pace changes without him following suit.

He can’t help but to meet her as she rises up, his hips rocking up into her wet heat, shivering with a moan that slips from him too, doing his best to keep his hands to himself. “Don’t tempt me.” It’s a throaty, hoarse purr in return, just seconds before her hands are at his throat and his gaze narrows in both surprise and pleasure, his body trembling with the sensation of her thumb’s pressure. “Good. You haven’t forgotten.” He rumbles through a soft, shaky laugh, the sensation sparking that edge that’s so close and yet so far. As if to tempt her more, he tilts his head back, matching her pace with his hips, helping her to slam down onto his cock.

but i don't think you had much to lose, that house was never built for you

SUNJATA

Hotaru

Despite him having handed over control it’s clear he can’t resist moving alongside her. Ru doesn’t bother objecting - each roll and jolt of his hips only spears him deeper, making her knees shake. It doesn’t need to be fast to be good. And god, it’s good.

“But tempting is what I’m good at,” she croons, refusing to look into the truth of it too deeply. Especially when it comes to tempting this man in particular. Small grin turning downright devilish as his throat bobs beneath her hands, steel eyes gone electric. It makes her hips stutter, grinding her clit against the too-slick surface of his navel, a tease of pressure as she instinctively seeks it out upon witnessing his expression go dark. “As if I could forget.” Her murmur is dark and promising, and as her knees tremble and her hips hasten she leans heavier on her hands. Stealing words from his throat until only the smallest whisper of breath can pass into his lungs. Hoping to time it just right to set him off - unless she beats him to it. The coiling heat in her navel is a threat she can’t ignore, the hard slow punch of his length into her clenching pussy driving her insane.

Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving

i heard you say that you've lost, you've lost, you've lost, you've lost your way

“It is.” He purrs, humming another breathily hoarse laugh as her hips stutter but he’s quick to press his into hers again to get them back on track. Goosebumps rise on his skin, spreading out from where her hands tighten around his neck. Her promise something that Sunjata clings to, focuses on, the way her weight grows heavier onto him, cutting off more and more.

There’s a gasp of an inhale, a “come on, Ru.” That drips from his tongue, his hands moving now as one slinks down her chest and body, down and down in the minimal space between them, to slip his fingers against her slick clit with a purr of approval, giving her something to ride against as his other arm moves to her hips, sinking himself in as deep as he can, pressing against all her walls, refraining from letting her rise as he circles her clit with his fingers, wanting to feel her tighten and clench against him until she’s unwound.

but i don't think you had much to lose, that house was never built for you

SUNJATA

Hotaru

She’s not ready for it to end. God, she isn’t, but she’s not going to last either. Not with the strain of his chest as she steals his breath, skin gleaming under the sun. The grind of his length inside her as he bounces her along when she stutters. The way he says her name - and that’s the real crack in her armor.

A whine slips out as his hand comes between their bodies, nimble fingers sure against her clit. The sensitivity after no contact makes her jolt uncontrollably, and only the hand on her waist keeps her in place. The depth makes her shake, and her legs splay wider over his hips as if she can somehow get his cock a little deeper. Ru’s voice wavers and cracks pitifully, hands flexing but careful not to clench around his neck as she curls forward, head falling between her shoulders as she shivers and grinds haltingly into his fingers, the pressure of his length inside her trapping her between the two sensations. She comes apart with a warbling cry of his name, tearful as pleasure forced wetness to her eyes. Her cunt clenched spasmodically around his cock, entire body trembling as her orgasm crashes over her. Far longer than she expected, each glance of his thumb sending another aftershock through her.

It’s almost painful to pull herself off, but she’s not stupid - they have no protection. “Do you want my mouth or my hand?” she pants, pupils blown so wide the color is barely visible any longer. He could grind against her if he so desired, but she’ll see him cum regardless.

Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving

i heard you say that you've lost, you've lost, you've lost, you've lost your way

She jolts with his touch and he’s there to shush her and guide her along, hands moving however she needs them to in order for him to make her crack, to get her to ride out her orgasm on him, and it works. He can feel the way she clenches around his cock, the way she lurches forward but spreads her legs more so that he does slip in just a little more, and he keeps his fingers running in that slow circle to ride out each aftershock until the sensitivity grows too much. And only after does she peel herself from him — a breathy groan leaving him with his own sensitivity, his own release that’s on the edge and slowly getting further and further away with each second that passes.

He’s still panting, lust blown gaze finding her face as he pushes forward to catch hers in a kiss before he can even respond to her question. He pulls away with a nip to her lower lip, his other hand threading through her hair to land at her neck and shoulder, pushing her away from his face with a playful smirk. “I think… Your mouth.” He pauses, raising his newly scarred eyebrow. “Keeps you from whispering all those devilish thoughts into my ears.” It’s punctuated with a wink as he leans back now, more on his elbows, his eyes hawk focused on her face to watch.

but i don't think you had much to lose, that house was never built for you

SUNJATA

Hotaru

She still feels a fine tremble all through her body, but even when her joints feel like jelly she doesn't intend to leave Sunjata hanging. Even in the wake of her own orgasm the embers in her belly keep the fire in her veins, subsisting entirely off the vision he makes as he almost reaches that precipice and then has it taken from him. His kiss stokes it into a comfortable warmth that tingles down to her fingertips, and Ru wants to curse him for playing dirty in the smallest ways. But first, she has a mission. As he splays his legs and gives her the room to slide down into the water to position herself between them, Hotaru dips to nip at the swell of his closest thigh, eyes dark and kiss-red lips curled devilishly. "I'll just have to prove I can still give you all sorts of ideas even without speaking," she purrs, and leans forward to languidly drag the flat of her tongue from root to tip. Tasting herself on him in the most intimate way, making her groan softly, warm air caressing his cock.

Letting her lips plushly wrap around the tip, she tongues at the saltier taste there, hands coming around his hips to hold him in place and dig her nails into his hipbones at the same time. Intent on getting him off, yes, but the way she wants. She won't drag it on forever, but he won't be a needy brat if she has any say.

Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving

i heard you say that you've lost, you've lost, you've lost, you've lost your way

She slides down from him once he’s broken the kiss, a deep inhale of breath slow enough in the hopes to smooth his racing heartbeat. It hardly works, though, not with the vision she makes as she sinks down between his legs, as she nips against the tender flesh of his thigh. Her purr has him smirking, his gaze still just as lust blown as he focuses on her, but he can’t say much – not when her tongue, hot and warm just as she was, drags along the entire length of him. The muscles in his arms tremble and his head sinks back a bit more, having half a mind to move his hips the second she has her lips around his cock, but he doesn’t get a chance to with her hands pressed against his hips.

She keeps him pinned there, a groan of her name leaving him as he drops his head back an inch more, eyes slipping closed as he feels her lips and tongue, the sharp edge of her nails as they dig in, the sensation of it all culminating in the throb of his length, that tease toward his release growing again in the pit of his stomach.

but i don't think you had much to lose, that house was never built for you

SUNJATA