Practice 2/2
Taeyang/You...part 2. ^_^V
You were both on the floor, legs spread. His mohawk was flat now, falling forward and moist from sweat. He was sitting behind you, his head down from exhaustion and his dick limp from coming hard...this last time from the back. He sat on the floor and pulled you to him. He ran his hands from the top of each shoulder down your arms, soft but hardening again from touching your back slightly.
You could see the reflection of you and him in the mirror, yourself dripping slowly, another reminder of your last bit of lovemaking. He saw you staring and trailed his fingers over your thighs, until he ran his palms over the inside of each and began spreading your legs wider.
The stretching session still wasn't over.
You felt loose, but could feel yourself straining a bit and he kept pulling at your legs. He slid his palms forward and in-between your thighs, keeping you spread.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, that familiar smile gone again, but you didn' care. Listening to his commands had brought you nothing but pleasure in the past two hours.
You hadn't gotten off yet in your last bout, but he wanted you to do it now. He wanted to watch you and you could already feel the tip of him shifting. He watched the reflections in the mirror, both of you wrapped around each other and stared intently as your fingers began to trail down your stomach.
Every piece of you was sensitive, but even after all of this, the slightest tinge of a blush graced your cheeks. You began to rub at yourself, dipping in slightly for moisture as you found your clit.He saw your face begin to scrunch up and heard as you began to pant. He couldn't take it anymore.
Taeyang shoved your hand out of the way and lifted you until your knees bent and buckled. You fell forward on all fours for balance, but glanced up at the mirror again. You could see him, erect and swollen and god, you didn't need any more commands.
You lined up and fell on him, the feeling of fullness coming back. This new angle he was hitting brought another sensation of euphoria. He was rushing this time, picking up the pace in a race that had neither of you knowing where you'd end. Harder. Faster. Fuck. ...harder.
"Oh god..." You came with another cry, shivering on top of him. Your legs buckled again and you were shaking, trying to get a hold of his thighs, the air, anything that could keep you stable. He held you still and pumped upward until he was spent. His legs tightened as you felt him pouring into you. They soon fell lax on the ground beneath you and fatigue began to creep up again. You ran a hand through your hair and heard him let out another deep breath behind you.
The mirrors were fogged and the two of you were blurs, sliding by each other as you went to lay on the floor. He was blinking slower than before. You felt powerful in the fact that you'd made him slow down for a moment after all the orders he'd barked at you earlier.
This time, you were the one smiling. This time, you were asking the question.
"Again?"
He let out a small groan but his dick twitched. You really did enjoy these practices, you thought.
You were both on the floor, legs spread. His mohawk was flat now, falling forward and moist from sweat. He was sitting behind you, his head down from exhaustion and his dick limp from coming hard...this last time from the back. He sat on the floor and pulled you to him. He ran his hands from the top of each shoulder down your arms, soft but hardening again from touching your back slightly.
You could see the reflection of you and him in the mirror, yourself dripping slowly, another reminder of your last bit of lovemaking. He saw you staring and trailed his fingers over your thighs, until he ran his palms over the inside of each and began spreading your legs wider.
The stretching session still wasn't over.
You felt loose, but could feel yourself straining a bit and he kept pulling at your legs. He slid his palms forward and in-between your thighs, keeping you spread.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, that familiar smile gone again, but you didn' care. Listening to his commands had brought you nothing but pleasure in the past two hours.
You hadn't gotten off yet in your last bout, but he wanted you to do it now. He wanted to watch you and you could already feel the tip of him shifting. He watched the reflections in the mirror, both of you wrapped around each other and stared intently as your fingers began to trail down your stomach.
Every piece of you was sensitive, but even after all of this, the slightest tinge of a blush graced your cheeks. You began to rub at yourself, dipping in slightly for moisture as you found your clit.He saw your face begin to scrunch up and heard as you began to pant. He couldn't take it anymore.
Taeyang shoved your hand out of the way and lifted you until your knees bent and buckled. You fell forward on all fours for balance, but glanced up at the mirror again. You could see him, erect and swollen and god, you didn't need any more commands.
You lined up and fell on him, the feeling of fullness coming back. This new angle he was hitting brought another sensation of euphoria. He was rushing this time, picking up the pace in a race that had neither of you knowing where you'd end. Harder. Faster. Fuck. ...harder.
"Oh god..." You came with another cry, shivering on top of him. Your legs buckled again and you were shaking, trying to get a hold of his thighs, the air, anything that could keep you stable. He held you still and pumped upward until he was spent. His legs tightened as you felt him pouring into you. They soon fell lax on the ground beneath you and fatigue began to creep up again. You ran a hand through your hair and heard him let out another deep breath behind you.
The mirrors were fogged and the two of you were blurs, sliding by each other as you went to lay on the floor. He was blinking slower than before. You felt powerful in the fact that you'd made him slow down for a moment after all the orders he'd barked at you earlier.
This time, you were the one smiling. This time, you were asking the question.
"Again?"
He let out a small groan but his dick twitched. You really did enjoy these practices, you thought.