I Want You (To Make The Days Move Easy) (5/6)obsessionalitySeptember 17 2013, 14:08:38 UTC
In any other circumstance, that would have been really weird. Really, really very weird. But this was Night Vale, and weird was clearly relative, so he disregarded it, and let himself feel the warmth of the words, and Cecil’s voice, washing over him.
The tentative, gentle strokes were becoming faster, as heat and pressure built up slowly inside him, deep in the pit of his belly, and his heart began to beat faster. He imagined what Cecil’s voice would feel like, if he spoke into Carlos’ ear. He imagined what it would feel like if Cecil tasted his neck, wrapped his own hand around Carlos’ desperate fingers. He wondered what that voice would taste like, if he kissed Cecil while he was talking. He wondered if it would travel down, deep inside him, and set him shivering.
He wondered what it would feel like if Cecil spoke around his dick, moaning and hot and tight, and he groaned, fingers pinching his nipple a little too hard, a little careless.
The lube had begun to dry out from his increasingly furious pumping, and the rough skin of his palm was dragging against the soft skin of his dick, his thumb snagging deliberately, roughly in his frenulum, making him arch involuntarily into his own touch, for more, more.
That was the problem with solo orgasms, he knew. Not all orgasms came equal. There was just something special about sharing space with another person that made everything more heated, and intense, and glorious. But with Cecil’s voice washing over him, he almost felt like there was someone else in the room, like there was someone touching him. He was pretty sure there was no one really touching him, but it felt good. Not nearly enough, but good.
He considered licking his hand, but decided against it. He broke the rhythm to get more lube, as Cecil started moaning and hissing on the radio. He paused, to make sure everything was alright, but since it seemed to be par for the course, he continued. He got more lube this time, enough to make things wet and runny, since his previous plan wasn’t working.
He slicked up his cock, reveling in the feeling of cool drips of fluid on his pelvis and thighs, and slid his other hand down, threading his fingers past his own balls, to touch the soft skin of his anus. He was hot there, and the cool skin of his fingers felt sweet, and terrifyingly hot. He was in a very awkward position, but he could imagine a mouth, a tongue, down there. He could imagine Cecil’s mouth, his voice rumbling into him, licking and tasting him, and a few, firm strokes were enough to send his already-sensitive cock off.
He closed his eyes as he came, one hand clenched in the bedsheets and the other still pumping his cock, until he was too sensitive for his strokes to be steady, enjoying the swirling lights and colours behind his eyelids.
I Want You (To Make The Days Move Easy) (6/6)obsessionalitySeptember 17 2013, 14:10:58 UTC
He wondered hazily, if Cecil would agree to keep pumping him, even when he was trembling and shaking and over-sensitive, over-stimulated. He could never manage it, himself. His arms went limp, and he flinched away from his own touch when the tingling tension prickled against his skin. He wondered how he’d react if Cecil held him down and kept touching him, after he came. He wanted to know what it would feel like, to be so willing, and to still have to be held down.
Cecil was saying something about Steve Carlsburg, and a farmer, and he sounded so fierce, that Carlos had no doubt that he could be forceful in bed. His voice turned tender as he talked about Carlos again, saying something about him being ‘beautiful and perfect’, and then, his voice sounded like a hug. Like a living blanket of warmth.
Carlos was dozy and flushed with endorphins. He was warm, but not too hot, and his heart was beating pleasantly fast in the confines of his ribcage. His eyelids were just a little heavy, and he’d wiped himself off absently with whatever fabric he could get his hands on. He was lying on his bed, rumpled and half-naked, and he hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time. Not since long before he decided to come to Night Vale.
For the first time, he felt somewhat charitable towards the little desert town. Maybe, despite the heat, and the solitude, and the utterly weird fuckery that seemed to be the norm in this place, it wasn’t so bad. He knew now that there was at least one person who liked him, quite a bit, even if it was a little weird.
He fell asleep easily, just as Cecil wished them all a Good Night. It was alright that Cecil liking him was a little bit weird, he thought, because Carlos possibly liked him back.
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The tentative, gentle strokes were becoming faster, as heat and pressure built up slowly inside him, deep in the pit of his belly, and his heart began to beat faster. He imagined what Cecil’s voice would feel like, if he spoke into Carlos’ ear. He imagined what it would feel like if Cecil tasted his neck, wrapped his own hand around Carlos’ desperate fingers. He wondered what that voice would taste like, if he kissed Cecil while he was talking. He wondered if it would travel down, deep inside him, and set him shivering.
He wondered what it would feel like if Cecil spoke around his dick, moaning and hot and tight, and he groaned, fingers pinching his nipple a little too hard, a little careless.
The lube had begun to dry out from his increasingly furious pumping, and the rough skin of his palm was dragging against the soft skin of his dick, his thumb snagging deliberately, roughly in his frenulum, making him arch involuntarily into his own touch, for more, more.
That was the problem with solo orgasms, he knew. Not all orgasms came equal. There was just something special about sharing space with another person that made everything more heated, and intense, and glorious. But with Cecil’s voice washing over him, he almost felt like there was someone else in the room, like there was someone touching him. He was pretty sure there was no one really touching him, but it felt good. Not nearly enough, but good.
He considered licking his hand, but decided against it. He broke the rhythm to get more lube, as Cecil started moaning and hissing on the radio. He paused, to make sure everything was alright, but since it seemed to be par for the course, he continued. He got more lube this time, enough to make things wet and runny, since his previous plan wasn’t working.
He slicked up his cock, reveling in the feeling of cool drips of fluid on his pelvis and thighs, and slid his other hand down, threading his fingers past his own balls, to touch the soft skin of his anus. He was hot there, and the cool skin of his fingers felt sweet, and terrifyingly hot. He was in a very awkward position, but he could imagine a mouth, a tongue, down there. He could imagine Cecil’s mouth, his voice rumbling into him, licking and tasting him, and a few, firm strokes were enough to send his already-sensitive cock off.
He closed his eyes as he came, one hand clenched in the bedsheets and the other still pumping his cock, until he was too sensitive for his strokes to be steady, enjoying the swirling lights and colours behind his eyelids.
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Cecil was saying something about Steve Carlsburg, and a farmer, and he sounded so fierce, that Carlos had no doubt that he could be forceful in bed. His voice turned tender as he talked about Carlos again, saying something about him being ‘beautiful and perfect’, and then, his voice sounded like a hug. Like a living blanket of warmth.
Carlos was dozy and flushed with endorphins. He was warm, but not too hot, and his heart was beating pleasantly fast in the confines of his ribcage. His eyelids were just a little heavy, and he’d wiped himself off absently with whatever fabric he could get his hands on. He was lying on his bed, rumpled and half-naked, and he hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time. Not since long before he decided to come to Night Vale.
For the first time, he felt somewhat charitable towards the little desert town. Maybe, despite the heat, and the solitude, and the utterly weird fuckery that seemed to be the norm in this place, it wasn’t so bad. He knew now that there was at least one person who liked him, quite a bit, even if it was a little weird.
He fell asleep easily, just as Cecil wished them all a Good Night. It was alright that Cecil liking him was a little bit weird, he thought, because Carlos possibly liked him back.
Well? Comment on LJ or AO3 or here! Where-ever you want! They all feed the same ravenous monster-being-thing, with multiple mouths!
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