Who: Wilhelm & miscellaneous When: throughout October & November Where: Thorne, Horizon What: Catchall for dramatic bitch fall Warnings: will adjust as needed
Closed starters to follow. Maybe some open starters eventually.
Rhy groans, a soft, low rumble moving from his chest to his throat. He isn't shy about his sounds in bed, rewards his lovers with them liberally; Wilhelm will not have to wonder if he's enjoying what he's doing.
The extra stimulation from Wilhelm's hand elicits a sigh. His fingers continue stroking the boy's hair-- and then, experimentally, he tightens his grip. Gently, at first. Just enough to let Wilhelm feel the tug as a presence there at the back of his scalp.
"You don't have to take it all," he murmurs. "Just as much as feels comfortable. You feel so good. Mmh, keep using your tongue, just like that..."
His groan melts over Wilhelm's skin, trickles down to pool deep in his belly. The pulling at his hair, like the persuasion of gravity, presses into him the dizzying thought that Rhy wants this as much as he does. It's nice to be wanted in the spaces you choose for yourself. Wilhelm breathes in through his nose, inhaling Rhy's spiced scent, then out again in a rush. With each murmur of encouragement, his confidence kindles brighter.
"Mm," he hums when he's got his mouth full of Rhy's cock.
He settles into a rhythm, bobbing up and down Rhy's shaft. Squeezing him in the wet heat of his mouth, slurping hungrily at the head while pumping him. Slanting into a quicker pace, his own impatience getting the better of him.
Before long, Wilhelm is squirming on his knees. His hips wiggle, his toes curl. His rhythm stumbles as he grabs his cock, gives himself a good stroke, and his sigh splashes hot over Rhy's flushed skin. When his eyes rise up, a little embarrassment lingers in his expression, but it surrenders to the pleasure commanding him. Picking up where he left off, he swallows Rhy's length again.
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The extra stimulation from Wilhelm's hand elicits a sigh. His fingers continue stroking the boy's hair-- and then, experimentally, he tightens his grip. Gently, at first. Just enough to let Wilhelm feel the tug as a presence there at the back of his scalp.
"You don't have to take it all," he murmurs. "Just as much as feels comfortable. You feel so good. Mmh, keep using your tongue, just like that..."
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"Mm," he hums when he's got his mouth full of Rhy's cock.
He settles into a rhythm, bobbing up and down Rhy's shaft. Squeezing him in the wet heat of his mouth, slurping hungrily at the head while pumping him. Slanting into a quicker pace, his own impatience getting the better of him.
Before long, Wilhelm is squirming on his knees. His hips wiggle, his toes curl. His rhythm stumbles as he grabs his cock, gives himself a good stroke, and his sigh splashes hot over Rhy's flushed skin. When his eyes rise up, a little embarrassment lingers in his expression, but it surrenders to the pleasure commanding him. Picking up where he left off, he swallows Rhy's length again.