ON YOUR MOUTH LIKE LIQUOR: A PORN FI(ght)C-ATHON BC IT'S NOT A BATTLE
myself and magisterequitum were very sad that the porn battle wasn't happening this year so we talked about having a mini ficathon focused on well... porn. so that's what we did. BOW CHICKA POW.
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The mattress creaks under the weight of another body. Rina sighs and turns into her back, just as warm skin brushes hers.
“Don’t move.”
She opens her eyes and wets her lips, staring up at Aden as he sits over her, straddling her waist. His dark eyes slide over her, his face immovable. The deep night blackness settles over the room, the only light creeping in from the pale moonlight across the floor. She wonders how much of her face he can make out; her night-vision is keen, and she can see every twitch of his mouth.
“You’re late,” she whispers. Her hands slide over bare thighs, touching his warm taut skin. I was worried, she thinks - but doesn’t say.
His hands come around her wrists and raise her arms, pinning them loosely above her head.
“Rina. Don’t move,” he murmurs.
When he drops his hands, she remains still. A jolt of arousal runs down her spine. She inhales slowly and deeply, blinking up at him.
“Tell me what you want,” he asks, voice even. She can see the tension in his brow, the stiffness in the line of his jaw.
“A milkshake,” she says, trying for cheek.
The corner of his mouth twitches. He leans down and kisses her once on the mouth, a tease of a kiss. She moans softly.
“Tell me what you want,” he repeats quietly. His erection presses into her belly but he does nothing except lean over her, his mouth close to her cheek.
There’s a thrill in his attention so focused on her, on the insistence in his voice. She thinks she would do anything for him in this moment. She swallows hard and meets his eyes, so close to hers. “I want you to touch me.”
“Tell me where,” he says, his voice a near growl.
She shivers, tipping back her head. “Aden - “
His hips grind down into hers just faintly, and she nearly bucks off the bed. “Tell me where.”
Control is in his every word. She blinks, sinking into the mattress, and lets him have it.
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