cae & cynthia » exceptionally tempting
Story: RPG Storyverse (vaguely canon-adjacent I think?)
Genre: Smut/Porn without Plot
Rating: 18+
Characters: Caedes & fool_with_dream's Cynthia
Challenge: Spicy Dialogue Prompts
CN: Explicit smut (oral & fingering); kissing, gentle biting, general physical touch & intimacy; established relationship & loveydovey worshippy yearning vibes; spicy dialogue; several vague references to spirituality/faith/religion through word choice, but no actual discussion of the topic
Author's Note: I have exactly two things to say … 1) I'm such a sucker for established relationship Cae/Cyn ;; 2) Can u tell that this was written by a yearning gay girl lmfao
»I've barely touched you and you're already dripping. Cute.«
»For God's sake, Cyn … You've been driving me insane all evening.«
His right hand is resting at her waist, his left hand is tangled in her hair, pulling her head back towards one side. His voice is lowered, and his lips are so close to her ear that every whisper caresses her skin, making the little hairs at the back of her neck stand up.
»Oh, really? Have I?«, she asks in a deceivingly innocent voice, though he knows her well enough to guess that a mischievous smirk is playing on her lips at the same time.
»You know damn well you have.« He places a kiss right behind her ear. Then, slowly, his mouth moves down towards her shoulder. »Starting with that outfit. You put that together just to watch me lose my mind trying to hide how badly I wanted to rip every single piece of fabric off of you, didn't you?«
On the way back up, he starts planting kisses along the crook of her neck, sneaking in little bites every now and then as his hands start to move, too, fingertips brushing over her arms, just slightly, leaving her with goosebumps all over. The soft, shaky sighs coming from her lips are absolutely delectable, and he can't help but wish he could drink them up already, savor the taste of longing and pleasure they must surely carry.
»Those pants you know I love on you?«, he comments, briefly dragging his fingertips along the waistband before wandering back up, caressing the warm skin of her waist by sliding beneath the hem of her shirt. »That necklace paired with that low-cut blouse? The deep red of that fabric? Truly excellent choices, my dear. Perfect for messing with me.«
»Lies«, she breathes between two pleasant shivers. She's clearly nestling up to him a bit closer yet again, just like she did at every opportunity on their night out. »Dress to seduce you? Turn you on … on purpose?« She shakes her head vehemently and makes an offended pfff sound. »I would never do such a thing.«
»Then tell me … who or what else got me so hard I've had trouble keeping this hidden all night, hmmm?« He grabs her by the hips, pulling her so close he can feel her backside press up against his hardness, though both of them are still fully clothed.
»I don't know, mi corazón.« There it is again - that playful façade of innocence she wears so well. »Your own dirty thoughts, maybe? We both know your mind tends to torment you with those.«
He can't help but chuckle. »Maybe those did have a certain influence«, he admits. »But I think it had more to do with the exceptionally tempting version of you I got to take to the tavern tonight. I couldn't keep my eyes off you, Cyn.« He nips at the side of her neck, briefly sucking in the sensitive skin this time, then following up with his tongue, tracing the tiny reddened spot that might just be the first of many marks he'd love to leave all over her body. »And it's not just the clothes, either. Those lingering touches … That eye contact. The way you sat on my lap. The dancing. Heavens, the dancing.« He remembers the dizzying sway of her body in the dim light, the way she felt brushing up against him. The smirk on her lips and the hint of mischief glimmering in her eyes. To hell with proper form and accurate dance moves; no one had ever looked as perfect to him on any dance floor as she did in that shadowy little corner of the busy tavern, just moving however she liked, clearly feeling herself. He lets out a deep, tense sigh. »It's a goddamn miracle only my eyes kept on wandering and the rest of my body managed to hold back until now.«
They're standing in the hallway, still; they had only just arrived back home when he stopped in his tracks, no longer willing to fight the urges that had been plaguing him all night. As soon as the door fell shut behind them, he pulled her into his arms, unable to resist any longer, and now they both seem to be holding their breaths, too lost in this impulsive moment in the hazy half-dark, too caught up in the simmering anticipation to care about something as mundane as air right now.
Cae's hands make their way further down, fingers tracing along the waistband of Cynthia's pants once more before finding the buttons, undoing them one by one. Finally, one hand slides beneath the fabric, finding the familiar sensations of hot skin and soft hair already slick with her wetness.
»Mhmm.« He smiles against her neck as he keeps moving his fingers, just feeling her for a long, blissful moment. Soon, he returns to the very top, gently circling her most sensitive spot; noticing how she leans into his touch, arches her spine, lets her head fall back, all soft sighs and sensual shivers. »I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping. Cute.«
»Dripping for you.« He could swear that he senses the tiniest hint of a blush blossoming across her lovely freckled cheeks. Or is that just wishful thinking? »Seems like I'm not the only one who's exceptionally tempting today.«
He lifts his fingers to her lips, and she licks them without hesitating, sucks on them, sending a wave of longing through his entire body. As she hums around two of his fingers, tasting herself, the growing buzz of impatience is starting to get to him, so he whispers: »Want me to take care of that?«
An eager nod confirms what he had hoped: That they're hungry for each other; that she's craving him, too, in the same way he has been craving her.
He takes a step back, letting go of her for a second just to reappear in front of her and gently push her against the wall. He dives in to seal her lips with his, finally giving her sighs a place to go and her tongue another chance to tease and dance. It's heavenly, as her kisses always are, but it's not enough for very long, greedy as he is right now. As soon as they break apart, he sinks to his knees in front of her, right there in the hallway. His hands follow the curves of her body on the way down, pulling the fabric of those perfectly fitting pants to her ankles, and he grins up at her, eyes gleaming with pure adoration. »My God ... You're stunning, Cyn. I want you so bad right now.« He leans in to plant kisses along her thigh, all the way up until he can pause to take in her intoxicating scent and-
»Then have me«, she sighs as she spreads her legs slightly, inviting him in. Her fingers find their way into his hair, pulling his head back just a little so her gaze can search for his, her emerald eyes reflecting the same desperate desire he feels pulsing through his veins, too; the same pervasive passion, the same inescapable impatience that has made him act on his needs so brazenly in the first place. »I'm all yours, Cae. Go on.«
He takes one more lingering moment to stare up at her, an awestruck smile on his lips, marveling at both the exquisite sight of her as well as the sheer luck he must have had to find someone this perfect for him; but she doesn't have to ask twice. Of course not. Have me is not a command she will ever have to repeat for him to obey, that he is sure of.
He starts with careful licks along her outermost edges, just the tip of his tongue tracing the shape of her, moving further inwards with every completed round until his tongue slips between her folds. Wanders all the way from bottom to top, grazing her opening only in passing at first, focusing on her clit instead. Slow circles grow faster and faster, turn into eager flicks, and as those begin to alternate with gentle sucking, two fingers soon find her opening. Usually, he would pause to check in with her at this point, but it's been quite some time since they started sleeping with each other, and by now, he knows all too well what she likes and how to read her signs - knows that little twitch of her hips, that soft, drawn-out, longing sound she always makes when she needs more; and with her body telling him this clearly to continue, his fingers promptly slide inside of her, earning a deep, satisfied moan that makes him smile and bite his own lip in excitement.
His fingers start moving, building up a rhythm he knows she often loves, while his mouth keeps adding to the pleasure, trying different things and sticking with what seems to please her the most for longer and longer periods of time.
It's one of those things that make him lose track of time entirely; something he gets so deeply entrenched in he forgets that the world is still spinning, that there is a world outside of this moment at all. He could spend an eternity between her legs like this, focussing on nothing but her pleasure - and the enjoyment he gets from it, too. Sucking and licking until she becomes a whimpering, quivering mess beneath his tongue; curling his fingers until she starts to clench around them while she reaches for the back of his head, pulling him even closer, silently pleading for him to continue exactly like this; following the familiar cues of her gorgeous body until it finally pushes her over the edge.
Just as her moans begin to quiet down, a low, raspy sound arises in his throat, tinged with a profound satisfaction only this can bring. »Your taste …« He presses a featherlight kiss to her trembling thigh. »It's immaculate, mi amor. Absolutely divine.«
»Mhmm.« She smiles down at him, caressing his cheek. »'Doubt we're talking about the same kind of divinity, but … same goes for that talented mouth of yours.«
They both laugh, and he rises to his feet, wordlessly taking the hand she offers to help him up. Her lips find his the very second they're within reach again, one moment flowing into the next so seamlessly it almost feels like magic. No … like it’s meant to be. Like fate. He leans against the wall as the kiss deepens, enjoying the long-familiar feeling of her body flush against his.
When they break apart, he looks at her for a long moment, instinctively searching for any clues as to how she is doing and what she might need. She seems completely fine, but still … »Sorry for ambushing you like that.« He tucks one of her curls behind her pointed ear. »I just really needed this. I hope-«
»Oh, shut up.« Her words melt into another open-mouthed kiss, which she keeps up for a suspiciously long time, as if to make sure he forgets whatever nonsense apology he had in mind in the meantime. »So did I. To be honest, I was starting to get impatient waiting for you to lose your cool.«
He raises an eyebrow. »Is that so?«
»Mh-hm.« A shameless grin spreads on her face as she nods. »With the way I've been teasing you, I was half expecting you to drag me into a dark corner and devour me right there in the tavern.«
»So you have been tempting me. Intentionally!« He puts on a shocked expression that soon turns into a grin to mirror hers.
»And quite successfully, it seems.« Cynthia presses a quick kiss to his lips and looks at him with such earnest affection it almost makes his heart skip a beat. »So stop apologizing and start ambushing me more often.«
Cae chuckles. »Sounds like an excellent deal.«
They’re still so close their faces are almost touching. It’s mesmerizingly sweet and intimate, and he doesn't resist the urge to kiss her on the cheek. A simple, innocent gesture to break up all of the aroused tension they've been engulfed in. It quickly turns into an entire trail of kisses, though, traveling down to trace her jawline, and the delighted Mmmh sound she hums into the paper-thin distance between them ensures that it doesn't stop there.
Just when he reaches her collarbone, she gently puts a hand against his chest, causing him to back off just a little bit. »My turn«, she whispers. She leans in closer, and it doesn't take her long to start sending one pleasant shiver after another all over his body with her lips, tongue and teeth now roaming his neck in turn.
He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, exposing his neck to her, focusing fully on the sensations he now gets to enjoy.
Soon enough, Cynthia's hand finds its way between his legs, and she smiles against his neck as she feels him through the fabric. »I haven't touched you at all and you're already hard. Cute.« Using his own words against him - cheeky as always. It would probably make him laugh if he weren't so busy enjoying her touch - and holding back the desperate sounds that are trying to escape his mouth already.
When he opens his eyes again, she is looking straight at him, pensively biting her lower lip.
»What are you thinking?«, he asks.
And just like that, another one of those marvelous, mischievous smiles lights up her face. »Want me to return the favor?«
Genre: Smut/Porn without Plot
Rating: 18+
Characters: Caedes & fool_with_dream's Cynthia
Challenge: Spicy Dialogue Prompts
CN: Explicit smut (oral & fingering); kissing, gentle biting, general physical touch & intimacy; established relationship & loveydovey worshippy yearning vibes; spicy dialogue; several vague references to spirituality/faith/religion through word choice, but no actual discussion of the topic
Author's Note: I have exactly two things to say … 1) I'm such a sucker for established relationship Cae/Cyn ;; 2) Can u tell that this was written by a yearning gay girl lmfao
»I've barely touched you and you're already dripping. Cute.«
»For God's sake, Cyn … You've been driving me insane all evening.«
His right hand is resting at her waist, his left hand is tangled in her hair, pulling her head back towards one side. His voice is lowered, and his lips are so close to her ear that every whisper caresses her skin, making the little hairs at the back of her neck stand up.
»Oh, really? Have I?«, she asks in a deceivingly innocent voice, though he knows her well enough to guess that a mischievous smirk is playing on her lips at the same time.
»You know damn well you have.« He places a kiss right behind her ear. Then, slowly, his mouth moves down towards her shoulder. »Starting with that outfit. You put that together just to watch me lose my mind trying to hide how badly I wanted to rip every single piece of fabric off of you, didn't you?«
On the way back up, he starts planting kisses along the crook of her neck, sneaking in little bites every now and then as his hands start to move, too, fingertips brushing over her arms, just slightly, leaving her with goosebumps all over. The soft, shaky sighs coming from her lips are absolutely delectable, and he can't help but wish he could drink them up already, savor the taste of longing and pleasure they must surely carry.
»Those pants you know I love on you?«, he comments, briefly dragging his fingertips along the waistband before wandering back up, caressing the warm skin of her waist by sliding beneath the hem of her shirt. »That necklace paired with that low-cut blouse? The deep red of that fabric? Truly excellent choices, my dear. Perfect for messing with me.«
»Lies«, she breathes between two pleasant shivers. She's clearly nestling up to him a bit closer yet again, just like she did at every opportunity on their night out. »Dress to seduce you? Turn you on … on purpose?« She shakes her head vehemently and makes an offended pfff sound. »I would never do such a thing.«
»Then tell me … who or what else got me so hard I've had trouble keeping this hidden all night, hmmm?« He grabs her by the hips, pulling her so close he can feel her backside press up against his hardness, though both of them are still fully clothed.
»I don't know, mi corazón.« There it is again - that playful façade of innocence she wears so well. »Your own dirty thoughts, maybe? We both know your mind tends to torment you with those.«
He can't help but chuckle. »Maybe those did have a certain influence«, he admits. »But I think it had more to do with the exceptionally tempting version of you I got to take to the tavern tonight. I couldn't keep my eyes off you, Cyn.« He nips at the side of her neck, briefly sucking in the sensitive skin this time, then following up with his tongue, tracing the tiny reddened spot that might just be the first of many marks he'd love to leave all over her body. »And it's not just the clothes, either. Those lingering touches … That eye contact. The way you sat on my lap. The dancing. Heavens, the dancing.« He remembers the dizzying sway of her body in the dim light, the way she felt brushing up against him. The smirk on her lips and the hint of mischief glimmering in her eyes. To hell with proper form and accurate dance moves; no one had ever looked as perfect to him on any dance floor as she did in that shadowy little corner of the busy tavern, just moving however she liked, clearly feeling herself. He lets out a deep, tense sigh. »It's a goddamn miracle only my eyes kept on wandering and the rest of my body managed to hold back until now.«
They're standing in the hallway, still; they had only just arrived back home when he stopped in his tracks, no longer willing to fight the urges that had been plaguing him all night. As soon as the door fell shut behind them, he pulled her into his arms, unable to resist any longer, and now they both seem to be holding their breaths, too lost in this impulsive moment in the hazy half-dark, too caught up in the simmering anticipation to care about something as mundane as air right now.
Cae's hands make their way further down, fingers tracing along the waistband of Cynthia's pants once more before finding the buttons, undoing them one by one. Finally, one hand slides beneath the fabric, finding the familiar sensations of hot skin and soft hair already slick with her wetness.
»Mhmm.« He smiles against her neck as he keeps moving his fingers, just feeling her for a long, blissful moment. Soon, he returns to the very top, gently circling her most sensitive spot; noticing how she leans into his touch, arches her spine, lets her head fall back, all soft sighs and sensual shivers. »I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping. Cute.«
»Dripping for you.« He could swear that he senses the tiniest hint of a blush blossoming across her lovely freckled cheeks. Or is that just wishful thinking? »Seems like I'm not the only one who's exceptionally tempting today.«
He lifts his fingers to her lips, and she licks them without hesitating, sucks on them, sending a wave of longing through his entire body. As she hums around two of his fingers, tasting herself, the growing buzz of impatience is starting to get to him, so he whispers: »Want me to take care of that?«
An eager nod confirms what he had hoped: That they're hungry for each other; that she's craving him, too, in the same way he has been craving her.
He takes a step back, letting go of her for a second just to reappear in front of her and gently push her against the wall. He dives in to seal her lips with his, finally giving her sighs a place to go and her tongue another chance to tease and dance. It's heavenly, as her kisses always are, but it's not enough for very long, greedy as he is right now. As soon as they break apart, he sinks to his knees in front of her, right there in the hallway. His hands follow the curves of her body on the way down, pulling the fabric of those perfectly fitting pants to her ankles, and he grins up at her, eyes gleaming with pure adoration. »My God ... You're stunning, Cyn. I want you so bad right now.« He leans in to plant kisses along her thigh, all the way up until he can pause to take in her intoxicating scent and-
»Then have me«, she sighs as she spreads her legs slightly, inviting him in. Her fingers find their way into his hair, pulling his head back just a little so her gaze can search for his, her emerald eyes reflecting the same desperate desire he feels pulsing through his veins, too; the same pervasive passion, the same inescapable impatience that has made him act on his needs so brazenly in the first place. »I'm all yours, Cae. Go on.«
He takes one more lingering moment to stare up at her, an awestruck smile on his lips, marveling at both the exquisite sight of her as well as the sheer luck he must have had to find someone this perfect for him; but she doesn't have to ask twice. Of course not. Have me is not a command she will ever have to repeat for him to obey, that he is sure of.
He starts with careful licks along her outermost edges, just the tip of his tongue tracing the shape of her, moving further inwards with every completed round until his tongue slips between her folds. Wanders all the way from bottom to top, grazing her opening only in passing at first, focusing on her clit instead. Slow circles grow faster and faster, turn into eager flicks, and as those begin to alternate with gentle sucking, two fingers soon find her opening. Usually, he would pause to check in with her at this point, but it's been quite some time since they started sleeping with each other, and by now, he knows all too well what she likes and how to read her signs - knows that little twitch of her hips, that soft, drawn-out, longing sound she always makes when she needs more; and with her body telling him this clearly to continue, his fingers promptly slide inside of her, earning a deep, satisfied moan that makes him smile and bite his own lip in excitement.
His fingers start moving, building up a rhythm he knows she often loves, while his mouth keeps adding to the pleasure, trying different things and sticking with what seems to please her the most for longer and longer periods of time.
It's one of those things that make him lose track of time entirely; something he gets so deeply entrenched in he forgets that the world is still spinning, that there is a world outside of this moment at all. He could spend an eternity between her legs like this, focussing on nothing but her pleasure - and the enjoyment he gets from it, too. Sucking and licking until she becomes a whimpering, quivering mess beneath his tongue; curling his fingers until she starts to clench around them while she reaches for the back of his head, pulling him even closer, silently pleading for him to continue exactly like this; following the familiar cues of her gorgeous body until it finally pushes her over the edge.
Just as her moans begin to quiet down, a low, raspy sound arises in his throat, tinged with a profound satisfaction only this can bring. »Your taste …« He presses a featherlight kiss to her trembling thigh. »It's immaculate, mi amor. Absolutely divine.«
»Mhmm.« She smiles down at him, caressing his cheek. »'Doubt we're talking about the same kind of divinity, but … same goes for that talented mouth of yours.«
They both laugh, and he rises to his feet, wordlessly taking the hand she offers to help him up. Her lips find his the very second they're within reach again, one moment flowing into the next so seamlessly it almost feels like magic. No … like it’s meant to be. Like fate. He leans against the wall as the kiss deepens, enjoying the long-familiar feeling of her body flush against his.
When they break apart, he looks at her for a long moment, instinctively searching for any clues as to how she is doing and what she might need. She seems completely fine, but still … »Sorry for ambushing you like that.« He tucks one of her curls behind her pointed ear. »I just really needed this. I hope-«
»Oh, shut up.« Her words melt into another open-mouthed kiss, which she keeps up for a suspiciously long time, as if to make sure he forgets whatever nonsense apology he had in mind in the meantime. »So did I. To be honest, I was starting to get impatient waiting for you to lose your cool.«
He raises an eyebrow. »Is that so?«
»Mh-hm.« A shameless grin spreads on her face as she nods. »With the way I've been teasing you, I was half expecting you to drag me into a dark corner and devour me right there in the tavern.«
»So you have been tempting me. Intentionally!« He puts on a shocked expression that soon turns into a grin to mirror hers.
»And quite successfully, it seems.« Cynthia presses a quick kiss to his lips and looks at him with such earnest affection it almost makes his heart skip a beat. »So stop apologizing and start ambushing me more often.«
Cae chuckles. »Sounds like an excellent deal.«
They’re still so close their faces are almost touching. It’s mesmerizingly sweet and intimate, and he doesn't resist the urge to kiss her on the cheek. A simple, innocent gesture to break up all of the aroused tension they've been engulfed in. It quickly turns into an entire trail of kisses, though, traveling down to trace her jawline, and the delighted Mmmh sound she hums into the paper-thin distance between them ensures that it doesn't stop there.
Just when he reaches her collarbone, she gently puts a hand against his chest, causing him to back off just a little bit. »My turn«, she whispers. She leans in closer, and it doesn't take her long to start sending one pleasant shiver after another all over his body with her lips, tongue and teeth now roaming his neck in turn.
He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, exposing his neck to her, focusing fully on the sensations he now gets to enjoy.
Soon enough, Cynthia's hand finds its way between his legs, and she smiles against his neck as she feels him through the fabric. »I haven't touched you at all and you're already hard. Cute.« Using his own words against him - cheeky as always. It would probably make him laugh if he weren't so busy enjoying her touch - and holding back the desperate sounds that are trying to escape his mouth already.
When he opens his eyes again, she is looking straight at him, pensively biting her lower lip.
»What are you thinking?«, he asks.
And just like that, another one of those marvelous, mischievous smiles lights up her face. »Want me to return the favor?«