cae & nayati » better than imagined
Story: RPG Storyverse (Canon)
Genre: Smut/Porn without Plot
Rating: 18+
Characters: Caedes & Nayati
Challenge: Spicy Dialogue Prompts
CN: Explicit smut (oral including deepthroating); light teasing, degradation & D/s
Author's Note: I, uhhh. The brainworms about these two are strong. Your honor, I LOVE THEM
»You know how many times I've imagined your lips around me?«
It's not a compliment, nor an attempt at dirty talk; it's an involuntary confession at most, coaxed from you along with a deep, drawn-out sigh that would have been confession enough on its own, really.
Cae releases your cock from his mouth, pausing just long enough to ask: »How many?«, before his tongue starts teasing you again.
He's looking up at you, half cheeky and expectant, half caught in a daze, entranced by the taste of you and the hypnotizingly repetitive act of swirling his tongue around your crown again and again. He's goddamn gorgeous like this, kneeling before you, so eager to please; so much better than anything your imagination has managed to come up with.
»Too many times to keep count of«, you admit without knowing why. You reach for him, fingers sliding beneath soft layers of thick, dark hair, tugging just harshly enough to make him gasp - make him open his mouth, so you can slide right back inside. »You realize that I've been thinking about this for a long time, right?«
His eyelids flutter shut, and he does that thing again: Hums around your cock in delight as he starts sucking. The slight vibration makes your nerves tingle. You briefly wonder if he does that on purpose or if it's merely an especially enticing side effect, but the question is soon forgotten when he takes you in deeper and deeper, keeping up that dizzying suction and letting his tongue play along your shaft at the same time. It's only when you're inside him up until the very root, filling up not only his mouth, but a considerable part of his throat, too, that he stops; comes to a halt and tightens his throat with a swallowing motion.
»Saints ...«, you curse under your breath.
He pulls back, gagging slightly, and grins up at you. »That good, huh?« He doesn't seem to care about the mix of drool and precum dripping from his lips. »So good you start praying to your saints?«
You can't help but roll your eyes. »I like you much better when you shut up and put that mouth to good use instead.«
»Mhhh.« It's a sound that could barely carry any more arousal without breaking under its weight; a sound so drenched in pleasure and adoration it all but drowns in it. »And if I don't?«, he asks, licking his lips. »Will you make me?«
Your grip in his hair tightens once more as you crack a self-assured smile. »You can bet your ass I will.«
»Now that's a bet I can get on board with«, he replies, grinning from ear to ear.
»Yeah, right.« Your hand wanders from scalp to cheek, thumb running over his bottom lip, and before you know it, he starts sucking on that, too; all with one hand still wrapped around your cock, stroking languidly while distracted by the banter. »It's not a real bet if either outcome is a win for you, though.«
He lets your finger pop out of his mouth and throws you an offended glare.
You can't help but chuckle. »Calm down, you greedy slut«, you tease. »You're aware that I don't need an excuse to fuck you senseless, right? I'll do that whenever I fucking please, bet or no bet.«
You watch his eyes widen, his cheeks fill with just a tiny bit more color than usual. »You have no idea how much that turns me on.«
»Oh, I think I do.« You feel a smirk tugging on your lips, half amused and half self-satisfied, as you slowly move your foot between his legs, feeling for his erection already straining beneath the fabric of his trousers. You push up against it, and he lets out a desperate little whimper that would surely make you hard in turn if you weren’t already.
It's kind of pathetic how much all of this gets him going, but honestly? You like that about him. That you can turn him from the sharp-witted, competent intellectual he usually is to nothing but a begging, moaning mess within just a few minutes, wipe his mind blank with barely any more effort than just getting your cock out for him to enjoy. It’s true that you imagined this about a million times in your head before it ever came close to happening, but nothing, not even your wildest fantasies, could have prepared you for just how good it felt in reality - leaning back to enjoy his skillful touch while watching him melt into a perfectly pliable puddle under your stern gaze, scrambling to please you simply because being of service satisfies him to no end.
»Now …« You tilt his chin up, forcing eye contact. »Will you be a good boy and convince me that you actually deserve to be used until you can't take it anymore? I’m not so sure about that yet.«
He doesn’t reply; not with words, anyway. But his lips tightening around you as his throat fervently swallows you up once more give you all the answers you needed.
Genre: Smut/Porn without Plot
Rating: 18+
Characters: Caedes & Nayati
Challenge: Spicy Dialogue Prompts
CN: Explicit smut (oral including deepthroating); light teasing, degradation & D/s
Author's Note: I, uhhh. The brainworms about these two are strong. Your honor, I LOVE THEM
»You know how many times I've imagined your lips around me?«
It's not a compliment, nor an attempt at dirty talk; it's an involuntary confession at most, coaxed from you along with a deep, drawn-out sigh that would have been confession enough on its own, really.
Cae releases your cock from his mouth, pausing just long enough to ask: »How many?«, before his tongue starts teasing you again.
He's looking up at you, half cheeky and expectant, half caught in a daze, entranced by the taste of you and the hypnotizingly repetitive act of swirling his tongue around your crown again and again. He's goddamn gorgeous like this, kneeling before you, so eager to please; so much better than anything your imagination has managed to come up with.
»Too many times to keep count of«, you admit without knowing why. You reach for him, fingers sliding beneath soft layers of thick, dark hair, tugging just harshly enough to make him gasp - make him open his mouth, so you can slide right back inside. »You realize that I've been thinking about this for a long time, right?«
His eyelids flutter shut, and he does that thing again: Hums around your cock in delight as he starts sucking. The slight vibration makes your nerves tingle. You briefly wonder if he does that on purpose or if it's merely an especially enticing side effect, but the question is soon forgotten when he takes you in deeper and deeper, keeping up that dizzying suction and letting his tongue play along your shaft at the same time. It's only when you're inside him up until the very root, filling up not only his mouth, but a considerable part of his throat, too, that he stops; comes to a halt and tightens his throat with a swallowing motion.
»Saints ...«, you curse under your breath.
He pulls back, gagging slightly, and grins up at you. »That good, huh?« He doesn't seem to care about the mix of drool and precum dripping from his lips. »So good you start praying to your saints?«
You can't help but roll your eyes. »I like you much better when you shut up and put that mouth to good use instead.«
»Mhhh.« It's a sound that could barely carry any more arousal without breaking under its weight; a sound so drenched in pleasure and adoration it all but drowns in it. »And if I don't?«, he asks, licking his lips. »Will you make me?«
Your grip in his hair tightens once more as you crack a self-assured smile. »You can bet your ass I will.«
»Now that's a bet I can get on board with«, he replies, grinning from ear to ear.
»Yeah, right.« Your hand wanders from scalp to cheek, thumb running over his bottom lip, and before you know it, he starts sucking on that, too; all with one hand still wrapped around your cock, stroking languidly while distracted by the banter. »It's not a real bet if either outcome is a win for you, though.«
He lets your finger pop out of his mouth and throws you an offended glare.
You can't help but chuckle. »Calm down, you greedy slut«, you tease. »You're aware that I don't need an excuse to fuck you senseless, right? I'll do that whenever I fucking please, bet or no bet.«
You watch his eyes widen, his cheeks fill with just a tiny bit more color than usual. »You have no idea how much that turns me on.«
»Oh, I think I do.« You feel a smirk tugging on your lips, half amused and half self-satisfied, as you slowly move your foot between his legs, feeling for his erection already straining beneath the fabric of his trousers. You push up against it, and he lets out a desperate little whimper that would surely make you hard in turn if you weren’t already.
It's kind of pathetic how much all of this gets him going, but honestly? You like that about him. That you can turn him from the sharp-witted, competent intellectual he usually is to nothing but a begging, moaning mess within just a few minutes, wipe his mind blank with barely any more effort than just getting your cock out for him to enjoy. It’s true that you imagined this about a million times in your head before it ever came close to happening, but nothing, not even your wildest fantasies, could have prepared you for just how good it felt in reality - leaning back to enjoy his skillful touch while watching him melt into a perfectly pliable puddle under your stern gaze, scrambling to please you simply because being of service satisfies him to no end.
»Now …« You tilt his chin up, forcing eye contact. »Will you be a good boy and convince me that you actually deserve to be used until you can't take it anymore? I’m not so sure about that yet.«
He doesn’t reply; not with words, anyway. But his lips tightening around you as his throat fervently swallows you up once more give you all the answers you needed.