Ember swore loudly and spread his legs further, head falling back. Everything felt so good, and his entire body felt sensitive.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck..”
His hands traveled to the back of Ember’s legs, pushing them closer to the other’s chest as his thrusts grew harsher. Low groans increased in volume, hisses escaping in disapproval of that fact.
Lostelle’s black tinted claws dug into the violeteer’s skin in order to hold back any more pleasure filled sounds. “You’re a damn lucky man.” He sneered.
And, against his own will in forced obedience, Ember didn’t disappoint. He whined and bucked his hips and was just as loud the the other wanted.
“Faster,” he begged.
Lostelle hummed in satisfaction, secretly adoring the fact that he pulled those noises from Ember. And as told, his thrusts gain speed and hips rolled as he did so.
His teeth began to graze against the flesh of the other’s neck, nipping lightly and his hands gripping his hips.
Ember held a hand to his mouth, trying to prevent anything from getting out. Any shouts, moans or gasps were simply met with the palm of his hand as he squeezed around Lostelle’s length, as though he didn’t want the other to leave him between thrusts.
Slim fingers wrapped around Ember’s wrist and pulled his hand away from him mouth — Lostelle may have been against this from the beginning, he needed to hear the sounds created by his doing. An ego boost, if you will. So the reaper pinned Ember’s hand above his head as he continued to thrust deep inside the violeteer.
Ember was already squirming, giving soft gasps and greedily spreading his legs for more. He hadn’t been expecting the other to simply enter so quickly, and it left him breathless and slightly pained. He already tried to push Lostelle further inside.
After a moment he had completely entered to the hilt, his chest rising and falling drastically as he withheld any pleasure filled noises. The warmth and the relative tightness being something he wasn’t used to, it was a bit hard to contain said sounds. A few rebelled against Lostelle’s attempts as he started to rhythmically rock his hips at a slower tempo.
Ember, as much as he enjoyed teasing Lostelle, was a bit desperate for his own release.
“What position?” He inquired, raking his nails over the other’s hipbones. ”And be quick about it.”
A dragged out gasp slipped as his jaw dropped in an almost pant like way. Damn him and his sensitive hips… Mentally he cursed himself for it, but left it at that.
“Shut up, you brat.” He snarled, hiking up the dress before lowering his lips to better position himself. Lostelle had no time for anything special, so how they were now would do. He placed the tip of his length at Ember’s entrance, slowly pushing himself it. His member was slick with precum, so it was tad bit easier than he thought it would be.
“Yeah, you like that, huh?” The violet bit his lip and groaned lightly. ”You like when I touch you, you just don’t wanna admit it.”
He put his lips back on Lostelle’s as he worked the other up even more. He would bring him to the brink and then rip him away again.
Lostelle growled at Ember’s choice of words, feeling almost belittled in a way, almost humiliated. Because he was right, he very much did enjoy it. In fact, his hips slowly started to buckle in the other’s hands.
A low hum could be heard escaping the reaper, slowly his pride shedding as he allowed him self to somewhat indulge Ember.
