Holding a fistful of Vax's hair, he has some kind of anchor and only tightens his grip enough to let him know he's doing something very right whenever those soft lips rub over his ridges. Those seem to be just as sensitive as the tip of his cock and it's not long before Fjord is moaning louder, a choked-off sound like Vax's name lodged in his chest once deep-throated.
His hips start to roll, slow and halting as he holds back from thrusting the way he would if Vax was on his dick. This all started off so sincerely selfless but now as Fjord's claws rake the bedsheets and Vax's scalp all he wants is to be inside him again.
His lashes fall, shuttered as he looks down at Vax in approval and growls. He won't last long, already worked up from getting his halfelf off.
vax'ildan groans into the cock around his mouth, and he pulls off for a single breath to prepare himself. a deep inhale, and vax presses back down, taking fjord deep and working his tongue, massaging against the ridges that stretch his lips further still around that hard arousal.
his tongue presses hard into the underside, and then he starts to pump fjord himself, meeting those thrusts into his mouth with earnest. he wants to taste fjord, he wants that come down his throat, and as much as he knows fjord likely wants to get back inside him, he's determined to keep that from happening here. this is about pleasing fjord, about doing him a favor and making him feel loved.
"Gods, fuck," sucking in a terse breath as Vax swallows him down, Fjord lets out a short cry before biting his lip. The sigh that leaves him is shaky and he brushes methodically through long black hair more to centre himself than help keep it out the way (although he manages that too, somehow). "Vax, ohhh ..."
His cock twitches to the same wave of his rising hips, a fight lost to keep still as Vax's fist pumps the thick base and his hot mouth strokes the rest. It's blindingly good, so much so that when he props up on a bent arm it's a real effort but entirely worth it to watch.
fjord is vocal, and that helps vax'ildan focus on his task. now, with fjord riding his mouth so pleasantly, he can focus on the little motions, like taking fjord down to his lowest ridge. the rogue's tongue begins to work at it's edges, where it's thick and swollen with arousal. little teases are given as fjord fucks into his mouth, until he pulls back to the ridge above it and gives it the same treatment.
vax repeats this until he reaches fjord's tip, and there, he opens his mouth wide and rests fjord's tip on his softened tongue. hazel eyes meet fjord's, his pupils blown and his cheeks red and flushed. teasing just enough inaction, vax then works his tongue against that same underside, rubbing pleasantly to pull more and more sounds from the beautiful lover he calls his own.
The way Vax lets a dark green cockhead rest on his tongue as he looks up is criminal, hazel eyes like a murky forest that Fjord is entirely lost in. Panting hard, Fjord groans as Vax plays with the underside of the crown and drops his head back between his shoulders, strangled cries choking in his throat as the pleasure starts to crest too high, too fast.
"Vax, Vax," he gasps, grasping at braided locks as a warning, before coming in thick waves as his cock twitches, pouring come toward that pretty mouth.
vax heeds the warning by pulling off further, leaving only the tip of his tongue to toy at fjord's underside. those hazel eyes close to keep them safe from the impending wave of come, and sure enough, he's rewarded as he suspects. the first shot surprises him and he starts a little, but his reaction makes him laugh, and he grins with a wide open mouth.
the parts that land in his mouth are swallowed and he hums, moaning as fjord crests over his first finish line. a few more shots land over his chin and his cheeks, and so vax strokes him through it until he's sure he's milked him dry. vax'ildan glances up at fjord, eager for his reaction. for the first time in a while, vax feels sexy, and he wants his lover to notice.
"should i bend over for you, fjord?" he asks, still stroking that ridged cock and lavishing in the beautiful wet sound it makes between his movements. "or do you want to come on my face again?"
Creakily sitting up once he remembers how, Fjord takes up the covers of the throw-blanket on the bed and wipes clean those pretty cheeks, kissing him tenderly as if a hard cock isn't bowed between them. His fingers wind into long black hair, combing through.
If he could look any more relaxed he'd be asleep, blinking big dark eyes at Vax like he's the entire night sky.
vax hums contentedly as fjord cleans him up, though he would have been perfectly content to continue this romp even with a come-covered face. as fjord leans over him and asks him for his own preference, he realizes he very much enjoys being on his knees for fjord. as much as he would enjoy sex right now, this casual pace is nice.
"jerk off on my face? i want to feel that again, and the view is nice."
as though to prove his point, vax reaches down to stroke at fjord's cock, still a little sticky and wet from his first orgasm. thin fingers reach further still, toying at his balls, cupping them in one hand and gently tugging downward.
Blushing furiously all over again as Vax flatters him, he sighs at the sensation of fingers curling around his cock and stroking his balls, still heavy with the need to come again.
"Alright, since you asked so nicely."
He really had to be convinced, such effort on Vax's part. Except really not.
Taking hold of himself to start jerking off, his own pace is less sensual and more pragmatic, a tight fist giving him something to fuck and rub every ridge of his cock against, occasionally pausing to thumb under them ... that seems to quicken his breathing, eyelashes drooping as Fjord lets Vax watch him pleasure himself. He rakes his nails up a navel and his chest, scratching instead of pinching, and as he reaches up to grasp his own hair at the nape of his neck he groans and hurries the pace of his hand where it flies over his cock, precome slicking up a storm in the quiet room.
vax’ildan does, in fact, appreciate the view. even still, he doesn’t want to just lay there, so he gives a low purr and begins to murmur sweet praises.
“look at you. your cock is huge, darling, and it looks so nice above me like this. i love fucking you, i love when you give me what i need.”
as he whispers, he leaves kisses to fjord’s thighs, with the occasional kitten lick to his balls, thick and heavy, and gods, they feel so wonderful. vax hums contentedly, glancing up to fjord every now and again to gauge his reactions.
“i’m yours, fjord, but above that, you’re mine. mine to touch and kiss and hold, mine to drive crazy. you look stunning above me, beautiful, ready to burst and come on me like i need. right, fjord? i need it, don’t i?”
His breathing picks up as Vax reels off filth like sweet nothings, cock twitching with every cooed image planted in his head. I love it when you give me what I need, says Vax, and Fjord groans with the same need to be inside him again, precome spilling more freely. He remembers that tightness, the heat, the pretty swoop of dark hair as Vax rode him and tossed his head back trying to get Fjord deeper, olive thighs spread obscenely wide over a broad lap and a pink hole stretched tight around a thick green dick.
Fuck.
The tug in his gut tightens to a knot and he shifts forward on the bed, reaching for Vax's hair to find a fistful of it and hold him steady in front of his cock.
I'm yours, you're mine. You're mine.
"I'm coming, fuck —"
And he does, watching blearily as come stripes across Vax's cheeks and chin, the final pulses rocking Fjord's lower half as he fucks his fist to milk himself dry. It's incredibly satisfying and no sooner has he finished with roughened moans that fill the room he drags back on Vax's hair to lean down and kiss him hard, licking up the mess around his mouth to share the taste.
fjord clings onto those words, just as vax had hoped he would, and those thick fingers with sharp claws dig into his hair with a deliciously painful tug. he loves being used like this when it's with someone he trusts, and fjord has more than proven himself to be someone vax trusts. his mouth opens when fjord holds him still, his tongue laying out for him in waiting. the image is obscene, but vax wouldn't have him any other way.
fjord warns him (how polite), and vax prepares himself, but he still starts just a little when fjord's first spray hits his cheek. the rest, though, are taken with pride, hitting his skin to paint him into a masterpiece. it feels so good to be cared for and loved like this, to be trusted with such intimacy.
"mmh, fjord," he moans when his lover starts to come down from his orgasm, but he doesn't have time to say much else before there's another tug on his hair. vax makes a surprised oh! sound, and then he's being kissed, so he leans into it and takes fjord's biceps in his hands.
once he's free, grinning with blushing pink and white cheeks, vax gazes up at fjord, adoration in his eyes.
Thank you, Vax says, and Fjord smiles wide and stupid with happiness. He kisses him again, still panting like a facehorse after a couple of hurried, delicious orgasms, and murmurs against those lovely lips.
vax meets those kisses, excited and happy and warm. his body is sensitive and hot and his face is messy, but he knows fjord doesn't mind seeing him like this, so leaning against him is easy to do. sleep sounds nice, a nap sounds wonderful, so he nods and moves to sit up on his knees.
please, baby.
there's a shot of something to his heart, a twist that settles in his stomach like butterflies and he can't stop himself from smiling proudly at fjord.
Also himself, yikes. He looks like a wild animal ravished him (and Vax kind of did), leaving Fjord in a happy mental space where he's floating on cloud nine. That may be the afterglow but it's definitely all to do with Vax paying him so much attention, then agreeing to stay. Fjord continues to blush apple-red through green on the heights of his cheeks.
As Vax goes to clean up, Fjord changes into some fresh slacks and a tshirt, turning down the bed where he stuffs his deliciously aching legs inside, a huge yawn filling the room. He's curled up on a bent arm when Vax returns, eyelids drooping as he opens his hand for him across the bed.
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His hips start to roll, slow and halting as he holds back from thrusting the way he would if Vax was on his dick. This all started off so sincerely selfless but now as Fjord's claws rake the bedsheets and Vax's scalp all he wants is to be inside him again.
His lashes fall, shuttered as he looks down at Vax in approval and growls. He won't last long, already worked up from getting his halfelf off.
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his tongue presses hard into the underside, and then he starts to pump fjord himself, meeting those thrusts into his mouth with earnest. he wants to taste fjord, he wants that come down his throat, and as much as he knows fjord likely wants to get back inside him, he's determined to keep that from happening here. this is about pleasing fjord, about doing him a favor and making him feel loved.
with his cock down vax's throat, of course.
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His cock twitches to the same wave of his rising hips, a fight lost to keep still as Vax's fist pumps the thick base and his hot mouth strokes the rest. It's blindingly good, so much so that when he props up on a bent arm it's a real effort but entirely worth it to watch.
"Vax, yes ... hah, don't stop."
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vax repeats this until he reaches fjord's tip, and there, he opens his mouth wide and rests fjord's tip on his softened tongue. hazel eyes meet fjord's, his pupils blown and his cheeks red and flushed. teasing just enough inaction, vax then works his tongue against that same underside, rubbing pleasantly to pull more and more sounds from the beautiful lover he calls his own.
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The way Vax lets a dark green cockhead rest on his tongue as he looks up is criminal, hazel eyes like a murky forest that Fjord is entirely lost in. Panting hard, Fjord groans as Vax plays with the underside of the crown and drops his head back between his shoulders, strangled cries choking in his throat as the pleasure starts to crest too high, too fast.
"Vax, Vax," he gasps, grasping at braided locks as a warning, before coming in thick waves as his cock twitches, pouring come toward that pretty mouth.
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the parts that land in his mouth are swallowed and he hums, moaning as fjord crests over his first finish line. a few more shots land over his chin and his cheeks, and so vax strokes him through it until he's sure he's milked him dry. vax'ildan glances up at fjord, eager for his reaction. for the first time in a while, vax feels sexy, and he wants his lover to notice.
"should i bend over for you, fjord?" he asks, still stroking that ridged cock and lavishing in the beautiful wet sound it makes between his movements. "or do you want to come on my face again?"
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Creakily sitting up once he remembers how, Fjord takes up the covers of the throw-blanket on the bed and wipes clean those pretty cheeks, kissing him tenderly as if a hard cock isn't bowed between them. His fingers wind into long black hair, combing through.
If he could look any more relaxed he'd be asleep, blinking big dark eyes at Vax like he's the entire night sky.
"How do you want to do this, honey?"
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"jerk off on my face? i want to feel that again, and the view is nice."
as though to prove his point, vax reaches down to stroke at fjord's cock, still a little sticky and wet from his first orgasm. thin fingers reach further still, toying at his balls, cupping them in one hand and gently tugging downward.
"please."
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Blushing furiously all over again as Vax flatters him, he sighs at the sensation of fingers curling around his cock and stroking his balls, still heavy with the need to come again.
"Alright, since you asked so nicely."
He really had to be convinced, such effort on Vax's part. Except really not.
Taking hold of himself to start jerking off, his own pace is less sensual and more pragmatic, a tight fist giving him something to fuck and rub every ridge of his cock against, occasionally pausing to thumb under them ... that seems to quicken his breathing, eyelashes drooping as Fjord lets Vax watch him pleasure himself. He rakes his nails up a navel and his chest, scratching instead of pinching, and as he reaches up to grasp his own hair at the nape of his neck he groans and hurries the pace of his hand where it flies over his cock, precome slicking up a storm in the quiet room.
"V-Vax ..."
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“look at you. your cock is huge, darling, and it looks so nice above me like this. i love fucking you, i love when you give me what i need.”
as he whispers, he leaves kisses to fjord’s thighs, with the occasional kitten lick to his balls, thick and heavy, and gods, they feel so wonderful. vax hums contentedly, glancing up to fjord every now and again to gauge his reactions.
“i’m yours, fjord, but above that, you’re mine. mine to touch and kiss and hold, mine to drive crazy. you look stunning above me, beautiful, ready to burst and come on me like i need. right, fjord? i need it, don’t i?”
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His breathing picks up as Vax reels off filth like sweet nothings, cock twitching with every cooed image planted in his head. I love it when you give me what I need, says Vax, and Fjord groans with the same need to be inside him again, precome spilling more freely. He remembers that tightness, the heat, the pretty swoop of dark hair as Vax rode him and tossed his head back trying to get Fjord deeper, olive thighs spread obscenely wide over a broad lap and a pink hole stretched tight around a thick green dick.
Fuck.
The tug in his gut tightens to a knot and he shifts forward on the bed, reaching for Vax's hair to find a fistful of it and hold him steady in front of his cock.
I'm yours, you're mine. You're mine.
"I'm coming, fuck —"
And he does, watching blearily as come stripes across Vax's cheeks and chin, the final pulses rocking Fjord's lower half as he fucks his fist to milk himself dry. It's incredibly satisfying and no sooner has he finished with roughened moans that fill the room he drags back on Vax's hair to lean down and kiss him hard, licking up the mess around his mouth to share the taste.
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fjord warns him (how polite), and vax prepares himself, but he still starts just a little when fjord's first spray hits his cheek. the rest, though, are taken with pride, hitting his skin to paint him into a masterpiece. it feels so good to be cared for and loved like this, to be trusted with such intimacy.
"mmh, fjord," he moans when his lover starts to come down from his orgasm, but he doesn't have time to say much else before there's another tug on his hair. vax makes a surprised oh! sound, and then he's being kissed, so he leans into it and takes fjord's biceps in his hands.
once he's free, grinning with blushing pink and white cheeks, vax gazes up at fjord, adoration in his eyes.
"thank you."
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Thank you, Vax says, and Fjord smiles wide and stupid with happiness. He kisses him again, still panting like a facehorse after a couple of hurried, delicious orgasms, and murmurs against those lovely lips.
"Stay and sleep, stay with me a while. Please?"
He wants to hold onto him for a little longer.
"Please, baby."
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please, baby.
there's a shot of something to his heart, a twist that settles in his stomach like butterflies and he can't stop himself from smiling proudly at fjord.
"sure. let me get cleaned up."
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Also himself, yikes. He looks like a wild animal ravished him (and Vax kind of did), leaving Fjord in a happy mental space where he's floating on cloud nine. That may be the afterglow but it's definitely all to do with Vax paying him so much attention, then agreeing to stay. Fjord continues to blush apple-red through green on the heights of his cheeks.
As Vax goes to clean up, Fjord changes into some fresh slacks and a tshirt, turning down the bed where he stuffs his deliciously aching legs inside, a huge yawn filling the room. He's curled up on a bent arm when Vax returns, eyelids drooping as he opens his hand for him across the bed.