Sexual Trolling
CylasxCael
The muscles in his back pulled, tightened until he was arched off the bed, head thrown back and mouth open to release a long, breathless moan. Warm hands trailed too lightly over sensitive thighs as a skillful throat swallowed him. His fingers were weak, too weak to do much else other than tangle and hang in perfectly mussed curls, to slide frantically through them as the head under his hands bobbed and the throat around him hummed.
His body did little relaxing, despite the coaxing touches telling him to do so. Every swallow or swipe of that tongue had everything tightening up again, until his legs quivered on either side of the others head, until his chest was so tight he wasn't sure he'd be able to breathe. Desperate moans accentuated the jerky roll of his hips, the shudders that rippled through his body and the way his toes curled. One hand slipped free of curly hair, slid and shook until it provided some sort of leverage, for what, he wasn't sure but he felt he needed it. Teeth sunk into his lower lip, tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth and he let his head fall back again, some keening whine of the others name sliding between his teeth. The throat hummed, the mouth opened slightly to withdraw and breathe against him, smirked at the resulting cry before engulfing him again.
Another sharp shout, a hastily groaned out "Fuck!", frantic, squeaked panting rattling out of a heaving chest as his partner sat up, fingers delicately staving off what he wanted most at that moment. The look on his face could only be described as dumb, eyes half lidded and lips just parted enough to allow slowly evened breathing to hiss out. Blurry vision settled on blurry movement and suddenly he was flat on his back again, felt hands at his hips, tugging him up to lay propped on warm thighs. A quiet click and slick fingers slipped between his legs, probed and entered, urgent yet gentle and meticulous. His body shook with another moan as the form above him leaned forward, pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and withdrew the fingers.
What came next was snapped away from him as his body jerked and his eyes blinked open. The room was dark and he felt the heat next to him shift, roll over to drape an arm over his waist and press a cold nose to his neck. He shuddered and bit his lip, hips squirming until his body shook with needy shivers. He rolled, towards the heat, shoved it over and onto its back, threw a leg over its waist and rolled his hips forward, paused, rolled again, leaned forward to moan into an uncovered ear until he picked up slightly quickened breathing.
Cylas's sleepy, confused voice made him shudder again, made his hips jerk a little, the surprise in the resulting groan making his hips jerk a lot. Cael's mouth was on his before he could ask questions, holding off the impending embarrassment he felt looming in the back of his mind as he ground his boyfriend into the bed. Deft hands were on his stomach, playing at the rim of his boxers and encouraging the speeding up of his hips as the body underneath his snapped up to meet him, sent him hitching forward as his back arched. His voice broke on another, longer "ffffuuuuuck" as he came, arms and fingers twitching as the roll of his hips slowed and his elbows gave out. He panted and lay there, sprawled on top of Cylas's chest, whining pathetically at the confused slowing of the others hips.
"Cael?"
A tired huff was his only answer.
"C-cael...don't fall asleep…"
The heat seeped into his chest and made him drowsy and the voice turned to an almost inaudible buzzing.
"Cael…Cael Owen don't you dare fall asleep right now…Cael!...jhgalshghaladiiiiick"
He had the audacity to slide up and press a sleepy, sloppy kiss to Cylas's chin before he was gone.