*shakes his head in denial but he can't really say anything, just giving out a long wordless moan when you suck on his nipple, moving his hand from your shoulder to you hair, tangling in and holding your mouth against his chest*
*bites gently through your shirt, blowing at the wet spot he's made as he gently rolls you over to half-pin you against the bed, pressing your wrist to the mattress as he pushes up your shirt to bunch at your collarbone so that he can more easily reach your chest, his tongue running in circles over your other nipple before drawing it into his mouth*
*has to take a deep indrawn breath when you kiss his bare skin, his body trembling under you; he's still pulling at his trapped wrist weakly, but the fingers combing through your hair belie what he's really feeling*
Lie. Tell me... anything. Lie and tell me something nice. Like this is another dream or a memory and it'll go away like all those other ones. Tell me this isn't real. Make up something pretty for me to believe.
*sinks his teeth into your nipple, skimming the line between pain and pleasure before pulling away to lap at the abused nub tenderly, then raises up to brush his lips over yours*
I think you're beautiful, and that isn't a lie.
*presses his lips more firmly against yours, smoothing your shirt back down over your chest and running his hand over your stomach soothingly*
*a part of him realizes that he's almost missed this, the pleasure and the pain all mixed up, being forced to submit to someone more powerful... it's wrong and he shouldn't feel this way because he's happy now, he is and you're just a bad memory*
*he moans prettily for you, arching against your hand and baring his throat*
*takes your invitation and kisses along your neck and collarbone, leaving little bites as he goes while his hand at your stomach travels lower- ah, you never did like wearing underwear- to wrap around you, hardly surprised to find you half ready already*
*whines a little bit and wiggles, his legs spreading so that he can press his hips up against your hand; the hand in your hair tugs, getting insistent -- even if he submits, he's going to be greedy about it*
*strokes you slowly, running his fingers through the precome leaking from your head and using it as lubrication to stroke you more fluidly; his lips move up to your ear, tongue tracing along the curve and dipping inside*
*thrusts up into your hand, maddened by the slow pace and trying to get you to go faster; he gives you one of those moans you like as you kiss his ear and he starts to stroke your back with his free hand, half-clawing at your shirt*
*sucks on your earlobe and slides his hand down to cup your balls, fondling them and tugging at them gently, then lets his fingers trace back up to your cock, barely giving you the friction you want until he has you begging for it*
*firms his grip on you and tugs his hand stroking you much quicker than before, and sinks his teeth into your neck again, in the same spot he'd marked earlier, teasing there now*
*pulls away from your neck and his hand out of your pants- but only for a moment, because the next he's released your wrist and is kneeling over you, using both hands to pull your pajama bottoms down; when you're open to the air it's almost no time at all before he's sliding between your legs, taking your cock in one hand and bracing himself against the bed with the other as he leans down to swallow you whole*
*he's gasping for air now, eyes unseeing as the pleasure of your mouth on his cock shocks his system... he's almost forgotten how this feels, how good it is, how wet and warm and he tries to fuck your mouth, spreading his thighs wide for you*
... M-Marl... Lord Marluxia... *moans long and low, feeling like he's going to explode* ... Lord Marluxia... let me come...!
*hmm, you seem a little too coherent still; he tightens his hold at the base of your cock, stalling your release, even as he licks and suckles your cock hungrily, his head bobbing in quick, short motions*
*nearly screams with frustration when you deny him, yanking at your hair to show his displeasure even as he feels like fainting from the feels of your mouth on him*
*his hands clench at your hair when he feels your teeth, then let go as he starts to shake and moan in need, getting incoherant and only knowing that he wants to come, that he needs to, that he wants more and more and more*
*keeps you on the edge for almost a minute longer, loving the feel of you trembling beneath him, then finally releases your cock and takes it as deep as he can, his throat already swallowing around you in preparation*
*that's too much and he can't stop himself and you can punish him later but he's coming now now now, moaning so loud he thinks he'll break something in his throat as he spills into your wetwarmperfect mouth, his sight going white and his body continuing to tremble*
*swallows everything you have to give and then some, his hand pumping you to milk you of every last bittersweet drop; then he's pulling away to give your cock one last lick before dragging your pants back up, then crawling up to lay beside you, kissing your cheek and smoothing your hair away from your face*
*whimpers and reaches for you, feeling so very good and confused but that's okay, too; he breathes hard, still struggling to get his breath back, but also tries to kiss you*
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... no... my h-heart doesn't want this either... it doesn't... you're not allowed to make me feel this way...!
*gasps when you bite him, eyes going wide in surprise because you're marking him and he arches into your hand*
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Lies... I can feel your heart and it does not truly reject this... You are lonely and in need of attention... I knew it as soon as I saw you tonight.
*he takes advantage of your position to lower his mouth to where your nipple stands out under your shirt, sucking at that spot intently*
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Lie. Tell me... anything. Lie and tell me something nice. Like this is another dream or a memory and it'll go away like all those other ones. Tell me this isn't real. Make up something pretty for me to believe.
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I think you're beautiful, and that isn't a lie.
*presses his lips more firmly against yours, smoothing your shirt back down over your chest and running his hand over your stomach soothingly*
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*he moans prettily for you, arching against your hand and baring his throat*
... Lord Marluxia...
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*takes your invitation and kisses along your neck and collarbone, leaving little bites as he goes while his hand at your stomach travels lower- ah, you never did like wearing underwear- to wrap around you, hardly surprised to find you half ready already*
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*strokes you slowly, running his fingers through the precome leaking from your head and using it as lubrication to stroke you more fluidly; his lips move up to your ear, tongue tracing along the curve and dipping inside*
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*thrusts up into your hand, maddened by the slow pace and trying to get you to go faster; he gives you one of those moans you like as you kiss his ear and he starts to stroke your back with his free hand, half-clawing at your shirt*
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*sucks on your earlobe and slides his hand down to cup your balls, fondling them and tugging at them gently, then lets his fingers trace back up to your cock, barely giving you the friction you want until he has you begging for it*
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Ahhh...! You're driving me crazy!
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I suppose I can go just a little faster.
*firms his grip on you and tugs his hand stroking you much quicker than before, and sinks his teeth into your neck again, in the same spot he'd marked earlier, teasing there now*
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... M-Marluxia...! Please please please... *bucks his hips up frantically* More... give me more...
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*pulls away from your neck and his hand out of your pants- but only for a moment, because the next he's released your wrist and is kneeling over you, using both hands to pull your pajama bottoms down; when you're open to the air it's almost no time at all before he's sliding between your legs, taking your cock in one hand and bracing himself against the bed with the other as he leans down to swallow you whole*
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... M-Marl... Lord Marluxia... *moans long and low, feeling like he's going to explode* ... Lord Marluxia... let me come...!
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