Pairings: Rufus / Tifa ; some will have no pairings
Warnings: Sexual scenario NC-18 / PWP , Fantasizing, masturbation, erotic imagery
Fantasy
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Pre-dawn light spilled through sheer white curtains, illuminating the still bedroom in cool grays and a tinge of blue. A body wrapped in white sheets rolled over, face pressing into pillow as blue-gray eyes fluttered open, glazed in arousal beneath swooping veils of black lashes. The air was a kiss of chilled breath against warm skin, fingers curling into sheets as teeth sucked lip between them. Another dream, but he was awake before it progressed into the sweaty debauchery that usually followed. It had been days since he'd seen or spoken with her, and the parting was making itself known in every thought that whizzed through his head was flavored in memories; the feel of skin, lips, fingertips, hair, the scent of her… taste of her… everything. A soft groan parted lips, one hand white knuckled and the other slipping over pillow, tracing whimsical shapes atop white linen. It was his room, his house… everyone had needs. Nothing so strange about that – and his body was on fire. It burned and ached, and he could practically feel phantom fingers ghosting across hyper-sensitive skin.
Legs shifted, parted as one knee bent and curled upward; hiking ups from bed a spare distance. Soft, white pants stretched taunt across the awkward adjustment as sheets were tossed back and away. Silver popped wide, lips parting in a shocked 'o' as breath rushed out when fingertips brushed roughly against one nipple. Oh… that really was… Bottom lip was clutched between teeth once more, a hum of pleasured surprise reverberating from throat as those testing fingers searched out more sensitive places in a ghosting, twirling dance down ribcage and to hipbone. Flashes of dream and past flickered in mind's eye as lids fluttered to half-mast, digits toying with the hem of pants before slipping beneath. Lips were on his, coy fingers waltzing across skin in a dangerous tease that had hums and groans of pleasure spilling for like liquid. Crimson eyes locked to his with that devious little smirk curling plush lips when those fingers found the edge of pants and tugged down. Hand slipped beyond the boundary of cloth, fingers slithering tentatively down the underside of hard flesh. Slowly, barely touching before wrapping around and sliding back up, recalling how she touched him. Feather light, then more firm – an experimental twist that had air gushing out and eyes falling closed. He could smell her perfume, feel hair sliding across skin and those lips grinning against his jaw. Yes… Thumb brushed across the top as fingertips teased bottom, across the length of bulging vein – sliding away in favor of knuckle and thumb brushing up and across the crown; sliding away with beading moisture. A jolt of pleasure as pressure was increased, the mind slurring action repeated as face was turned into pillow – teeth clamping loosely into the plush object. Moans were soaked in by feather and cloth, occasionally ghosted by open mouthed gasps and soft whimpers.
He would've made for quite the licentious sight, should someone walk in. With face buried into pillow, free hand curled desperately into it, the other stroke arousal into inferno between parted thighs as chest pressed down into mattress; back arched and pelvis hoisted off of the bed, occasionally dipping downward in subconscious desire for more friction than teasing strokes allowed. Teeth nipped a trail down neck and across clavicle, tongue darting out to moisten at taste skin while fingernails drew anarchy across shoulders and arms, circling beneath and across ribs to brush against sensitive nipples. He wanted to touch her, but wrists were bound in soft, silken fabric – to the frame above his head. Arousal whiplashed lightening down spine, settling in a pool of heat in the small of back. Yesss… bound ,tied up – at her mercy and unable to touch her. It was sweet, delicious – sensual torture that had back arching up and begs for more contact spilling from parted lips. Fingers made a detour, across what little inside of thigh was available, unsatisfied with the lack of sensation, twisting back to slide across soft sacs. Back arched downward, burying sternum against bed as toes curled inward and a wayward moan escaped through parted lips before he could bite down on the pillow again. Flush stained cheeks in fervor as fingertips further explored this new, ridiculous sensitivity. Cupping, sliding, rolling and hips were grinding down, burying hard length against mattress while those fingers were distracted.
Another moan, ardent but lost into the depths of the pillow as palm slid flat and back up length. Hips picked up pace, rolling and grinding steadily down into the semi-smooth texture of palm. Finger occasionally brushing, wrapping around for a taunting twist or tug and mind was spiraling out of control with flashing images of erotic couplings. Lips were on him, sliding agonizingly slow down hard length, bringing back to an arch and lips parting in an 'o' when tongue slid along under side and twisted half around. Fingertips dances around thighs, glided against sensitive testicles that had knees drawing up and toes curling under in ardor. Yes, please don't stop. Slow, agonizing as mouth slid back to crown, tongue sliding across tip and a fierce suck that had him gasping and moaning – then that mouth was gone. Forsaking him in favor of moving up, splattering abdomen with sharp bites and soothing kisses or the caress of tongue. Pants were kicked to the floor as he rolled to his back, fingers grasping at the edge of sheet to tug it close, though body was still exposed to the chill kiss of morning. Hand skimmed up stomach, following contours as though physically tracing the path he'd envisioned those lips taking. Free hand gripped into the pillow, twisted above his head craned back at an impossible angle with eyes fluttered shut.
To think, fantasies could bring such a reaction. Yet after days of no contact, of tempting dreams – and refusing himself indulging in such… activities; it could really be no surprise. Blood was heavy with unspent passion and sides were heaving in the heat of fantasy. Yes, if he was going to give in to the urge it was going to be with maximum effort because just stopping to think what he was doing – imaging had cheeks flushing crimson and chapped lips – raw from gnawing teeth – were parted around whispered groans. Hand was back on himself, a stead up and down slide of wrist as heels dug into mattress and arm slipped beneath the back of head, bringing his vision down where mercury watched ministrations in a daze for but a moment before slipping shut again. Hands were untied, finally free to traverse voluptuous figure and caress full breasts. Yes, she was atop him now, grinding down against groin and bracing hands against pectorals. Her back arched when hands deviated, fingertips gliding down stomach and ghosting across thighs. Crimson looked down at him through slit lids, a blush staining cheeks as attention turned inward. Teeth bit into bottom lip, silver never leaving face as it twisted with pleasure and head rolled back, spilling hair tickling across his legs. Up she shifted, leaving enough space for devious hands to slide between thighs, fingers rubbing gently, teasingly across damp skin before pressing inside. He drank in her delicious moan, curling digits with a smirk just to watch back arch sharply and breath catch in lungs. He was biting his own lip, teasing thigh with one hand and coaxing out pungent desire that lit the air with a tang of sex with the other. Her own hands were slipping down, licentious eyes fixed on his digits ghosted over breasts and down stomach, a taunting smirk curling swollen lips with those fingers brushed across his busy hands, then coiled tight around wrists. In a moment they were pinned above him and she was grinding back down, breaking moans through lips and fluttering eyes. Torso pressed against her's as hips rocked upward in search of more friction. Only for that quest to be denied as thighs tensed, holding hips at bay and earning her a pleading whimper. Why? But her mouth was next to his ear, whispering sweet demands for more of those begs. Hellfire was lit through synapses, desire coiling in gut as moans wafted out when struggling against the restraint she'd put on his body prove fruitless. Body rolled over, chin braced atop pillow as lips parted in soft groans. Eyes clenched shut with the intensity of fantasy as hips rolled down into the steady pump of hand. Shit, yes. So close… Euphoria was building, slamming through rushing blood and fluttering heartbeat, the tell-tale tingle of pleasure beginning to build at the base of spine, gushing warmth through an already heated body – though it somehow felt like ice.
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