Habit (part 4 of ?)
anonymous
December 16 2008, 20:39:08 UTC
The young meister’s head violently jerked up, causing him to moan out loud as the assault on his backside became much more vigorous. He could no longer keep to himself and let all of the erotic sounds he was hold back out…it wasn’t like the hotel mattered anyway. It was, after all, a love hotel meaning the inhabitants were expected to make noise. Why the other Dylandy knew of such a place was beyond him and that only made him even more of a lecher in his books, but such thoughts were quickly forgotten when those wonderful fingers were buried deeper inside of him.
“Tell the truth,” Lyle said, making sure he hit ever last one of Setsuna’s walls, “You screwed my brother, that’s the only reason you’re letting me do this.”
Would he just shut up and keep going?! His mind was going numb to the pleasure, so there was no way for him to actually answer anything without adding a moan, a small ‘a-ah’, or some other noise that made him even more incoherent then he already was. But he was right…Setsuna knew it was wrong to want to seek out the deceased pilot in his brother, and he also knew that if anyone else had taken him to such a place he would’ve shot them on the spot.
“If you don’t tell me,” He started, removing his fingers, “I won’t continue.”
“N-No!” The young meister coughed out, quickly clapping a hand over his mouth as he finished. This was embarrassing; his body was screaming at him to tell the man what he wanted to hear just to get what it wanted…and he was happy to oblige…slightly.
“I-I did…” He said in a small voice.
“You did what?” The other Dylandy asked, rubbing his thumb around the now loosened ring his fingers had just been in.
“I-I slept with your brother!” He groaned out, feeling his entire body tremble. Panting a little, he thought that would be enough for the man behind him to keep going with his earlier actions, but what he did made him whine in displeasure. The hand was completely gone, leaving him feeling empty and cold. This was one of the times where he needed to ask questions since he could not for the life of him figure out why the man had just left him, but he really didn’t want to seem like he was begging…screw that.
“W-Why…Why?!” He whimpered out loudly. Setsuna received his answer when he was pulled up, his back firmly pressed against the man’s chest. His left hand was quickly brought up to Lyle's mouth and he slowly began to lick his fingers, much the same way Setsuna had previously done to his. What the hell was he thinking? He was literally in no position to struggle or refuse any of the advances the other Dylandy made, so he just watched and moaned ever so slightly. The more he watched the more he realized that this man was not Neil Dylandy, and he tried his best to put that fact aside until everything was over.
Once his fingers were finally removed from the twin’s mouth, they were guided down, down, down, down until they hit…
“W-Wait, what do you want me to do?” He asked, hand stiffening up a little.
“You’re going touch yourself, just like I did.” Lyle said, pressing one of the young meister’s fingers against his entrance.
“B-But I’ve never done that before…” He confessed in a small voice.
“Never? Ever jerk yourself off?” The other Dylandy asked.
“Tell the truth,” Lyle said, making sure he hit ever last one of Setsuna’s walls, “You screwed my brother, that’s the only reason you’re letting me do this.”
Would he just shut up and keep going?! His mind was going numb to the pleasure, so there was no way for him to actually answer anything without adding a moan, a small ‘a-ah’, or some other noise that made him even more incoherent then he already was. But he was right…Setsuna knew it was wrong to want to seek out the deceased pilot in his brother, and he also knew that if anyone else had taken him to such a place he would’ve shot them on the spot.
“If you don’t tell me,” He started, removing his fingers, “I won’t continue.”
“N-No!” The young meister coughed out, quickly clapping a hand over his mouth as he finished. This was embarrassing; his body was screaming at him to tell the man what he wanted to hear just to get what it wanted…and he was happy to oblige…slightly.
“I-I did…” He said in a small voice.
“You did what?” The other Dylandy asked, rubbing his thumb around the now loosened ring his fingers had just been in.
“I-I slept with your brother!” He groaned out, feeling his entire body tremble. Panting a little, he thought that would be enough for the man behind him to keep going with his earlier actions, but what he did made him whine in displeasure. The hand was completely gone, leaving him feeling empty and cold. This was one of the times where he needed to ask questions since he could not for the life of him figure out why the man had just left him, but he really didn’t want to seem like he was begging…screw that.
“W-Why…Why?!” He whimpered out loudly. Setsuna received his answer when he was pulled up, his back firmly pressed against the man’s chest. His left hand was quickly brought up to Lyle's mouth and he slowly began to lick his fingers, much the same way Setsuna had previously done to his. What the hell was he thinking? He was literally in no position to struggle or refuse any of the advances the other Dylandy made, so he just watched and moaned ever so slightly. The more he watched the more he realized that this man was not Neil Dylandy, and he tried his best to put that fact aside until everything was over.
Once his fingers were finally removed from the twin’s mouth, they were guided down, down, down, down until they hit…
“W-Wait, what do you want me to do?” He asked, hand stiffening up a little.
“You’re going touch yourself, just like I did.” Lyle said, pressing one of the young meister’s fingers against his entrance.
“B-But I’ve never done that before…” He confessed in a small voice.
“Never? Ever jerk yourself off?” The other Dylandy asked.
“No…”
“Touched someone who wasn’t my brother?”
“No…”
“Looked at porn?”
“No…”
“Ever thought about touching yourself?”
“No…”
“Holy shit…”
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Setsuna fingering himself is insanely hot.
Anon loves the way writer anon depicts Lyle.
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