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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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.