Title : Darkling, Mine
Pairing : Darklina
Rating : NC-17
Tags : Kissing, first times, Oral sex, hand jobs, blow jobs, fingering, front hole fingering, trans character,Trans Darkling, in media res, orgasms, hair pulling, scratching
Summary : The Darkling's visit to Alina's chambers where he will spend the night till morning without much sleep as company.
Notes : word lexicon for the ones who need it : opening, entrance, cock
Her lips are on his as he closes the door behind them. She is on the tips of her toes and he holds her waist. The movement of her mouth is a blazing trail of carnal desire. He's glad he took off his gloves before going to her chambers. Her hair is soft and she shivers as he tugs at the strands on the base of her neck. Her mouth opens up, her tongue is wet and she leads before she lets him ravage her. She moans, it's loud and it is a blazing fire in the pit of his stomach. The hand on her waist holds her steady but he sneaks in a caress on the side of her breast.
Her fingers are relentless and unstoppable, she presses her front against him but soon she is more busy with unbuttoning his kefta than trying to fit her body against him. Her hands are on his chest. She undoes the buttons of his silken shirt and her hands caress and cup his face and neck. He starts walking backwards. She lifts her night dress and she climbs on top of him. Her ankles dig into the small of his back.
He pushes her on the bed and shrugs off his kefta. She arranges her hair so she doesn't lie on top of it. It's a lovely gesture. She reaches for him and he joins her on the bed, between her legs. Her night dress is hitched up and her legs are bare.
By the saints, her passion makes him forget everything. He grinds his hips against her core. He holds her by the waist and she loses her hands in his hair. She moves with him in tandem, pressing him against her even more. His hand is on her breast and squeezes. She laps and licks at his mouth and he loses his composure. She doesn't let his mouth go, not even to breathe. It makes him tremble.
He's disarmed.
She motions him to move so he lies on his back. She straddles him and he finds himself hard. Her hands are on him, her smile and swollen lips are exquisite. She truly looks like a saint. And he feels like there is hope for him yet. He doesn't feel so lost when Alina is on top of him. She's bold and her dress is on the floor. Her skin is beautiful and soft. He touches her, finding his callused hand foreign against her. She seeks his gaze.
"My apologies, Alina. I was momentarily distracted. You're a beautiful sight to take in." He supports his statement by a thrust of hips. Her laughs is like the sound of songbirds in early spring. Something he's forgotten how to enjoy until now. He reaches out for her, bringing her down for another kiss.
It's smoother, less urgent. He takes his time to explore her mouth. She likes to tug away and have him chase her. She whimpers as he puts more strength into holding her still. They play the game until she starts moving on top of him again. She has her fingers on his chest and her nails dig in his skin. He grunts. He puts his hands on her hips, her eyes are filled with desire and a smirk dances on her lips.
He's disarmed.
She could do whatever she wanted to him and he'd agree to it. She knows it. She loves it. She loves having that power over him. She kisses him. Her tongue slips out of his mouth and she lays a kiss on his beard before trailing down on his neck. His veins feel lit with fire, his blood is surging. Her name is on his lips. He closes his eyes.
She likes the hair on his chest, the soft flesh of his neck. She sucks in a mark, not to mark him as hers, but the way he writhes under her is too good to pass it up. The Darkling comes undone under her mouth and fingers and she puts her lips around his nipple. She bites and sucks, flicking her tongue over the hardened flesh. Aleksander has his hand on her head. He doesn't push and somewhere she wishes he did. She nuzzles his chest hair before kissing down to his stomach, unbuttoning his silken shirt in her wake.
"Alina," he pleads. The sharp intake of breath reminds her of Mal. The army never gives a lot of space for sex to happen, and when it happens, it's quick. She likes getting her mouth on men, watch them come undone. It didn't happen often and usually it happened with Mal during quickly shared showers. But it's enough for her to feel excitement, to feel confidence and desire.
She undoes the buckle of his belt.
He's trembling, of desire, of impatience, of uncertainty. Her hand makes its way beneath the fabric of his underclothes. She brushes his cock. She adapts. He watches her as she sits next to him to lower his clothes. Her fingers circle him, she tugs at the skin and he hisses between his teeth. Her name is still on his lips. He puts his hand on her wrist. He guides her hand lower.
She hooks a first finger inside of him. It makes his hips react immediately, he spreads his legs for better access. She slips her finger back out to shrug his undergarments away. His hand is on her back, she palms him and guides his cock to her lips. A lewd moan escapes Aleksander and he digs his nails into her flesh. She brings her tongue to his glans and lets her finger slide back inside of him. Her nose is buried between his curls, she holds her tongue flat to tease the underside of his cock. His taste is wonderful, the feel of him is wonderful. She licks at him before stretching her lips around him. Her finger goes in and out of him. Every movement is dragged out. She sucks at his cock and his hand buries itself into her scalp.
He keeps her hair out of her eyes. She moans as he starts rocking against her mouth. He groans at the back of his throat. It's a delicious sound and it makes her wet. Her mind travels to ideas and fantasies about how he could pound into her. How his chest would feel against her breasts, how he would grunt in her ears before he falls apart between her thighs.
She gasps as Aleksander's fingers find their way inside of her, teasing gently. She sucks at him. "Alina, can I," he swallows, he sounds wrecked. "Can I fuck your mouth ?" she nods. His reaction is instant. He tangles his fingers against her scalp. The tingling sensation of pain makes her shudder in delight. She loves this. She loves it when men abandon themselves to pleasure. He drags her mouth over him and starts groaning as she sucks harder on his cock.
It's hot and his fingers are curling into her as he follows the pace of his hips with the rythmn of his fingers. She gets another finger inside of him and his stomach flexes. Sweat covers his skin. He smells so good, tastes so good and fingers her so well too. She lets it happen. The burn of his curls makes her lips sensitive, and the more sensitive she gets, the more she is asking for more. She is wantonly moaning with every drag. She keeps her tongue flat so he can rut his cock against her. The taste of him is musky and bitter. She would never have enough of it. Her chin is wet of saliva, amongst others. Her head empties the more he moves her against him. It's peaceful and forceful, it's arousing and it makes her dance one the edge of an orgasm.
She hooks her fingers and he changes the angle of his hips in a strangled groan. He huffs, she mourns the loss of the fingers inside of her, but it helps her to regain focus. He fucks her mouth and he holds her right there. He clenches and she rubs at him in circular motions.
He comes with a growl. His legs are shaking and trembling, while his entrance squeezes her fingers together. The hands in her hair go slack and he releases his fingers from between her hairs. It feels like bliss. He caresses the crown of her head. He hums, pleased. She moves her fingers a bit longer in and out as an afterthought, which he likes. His heart is beating so fast and erratically. He rests his other arm under his neck. He tries to draw his breath steadily and tries to concentrate on the ceiling.
Alina's fingering comes to an end when he taps her shoulder, signaling her it's been enough. She sits up and he feels sore as he does the same. He whirlwinds her into another kiss. He takes control and lies her down underneath him. He shrugs off the rest of his clothes.
"You're wonderful, Alina Starkov." He kisses her again and again. His fingers down between her legs. Her folds are wet and swollen. He circles her clit. She digs her nails into the meat his shoulder. She wants him so bad.
"Aleksander," she whispers, "please, Aleksander, don't make me wait." He responds with her name. It's a lament. He tugs at her hair, forcing her head back and licking the inside of her mouth. His fingers tease the nipples on her breast. She writhes and if she didn't already feel like she could orgasm any following second, she surely feels like she could now. His nails scratch and she scratches in return, not enough to draw blood, though he'd love it if she did. She pants openly. Her lips are so sensitive.
His fingers enter her and her eyes look at him, dazed. She's so wet, he wants to taste her, but he wants to see her face more. He tests how welcoming she is and she clenches at him. He goes faster, letting his thumb flick over her clit. She shudders again. He goes faster and she spreads her legs to have him go deeper, harder. It's a blur and she moans so loudly it drowns out any other noise in his head. His own bliss is almost fully forgotten. Alina is the only thing on his mind. She pants something incomprehensible but he understand she means she's close, so close.
He moves against her spot and it makes her whole body lock in tension. A long whine escapes her as her entrance clenches rhythmically to the intensity of her orgasm. She goes boneless against him. He brings his fingers up against his tongue. It's very suggestive and carnal. She wants it. He can read it in her gaze. Something to indulge in tomorrow, if she is still willing. Even for him, the need for sleep tugs at his mind. The last question would be where. Would she want him to go, or stay?
As if she reads his mind she starts talking. "Please stay." She manages to say, her voice is hoarse. "Please stay the night." He dips down to lay a chaste kiss on her lips. She smiles. And something inside of his heart flutters awake. Something he thought had turned in ash in the passing of time.
"If you so desire, I will." He forces the words out, his head spins. They get under the covers and she puts her head against his shoulder. Her arm is loosely draped over his chest. Sleep claims her almost immediately.
He doesn't close his eyes, the sensation in his chest makes him unable to do so.
No matter how much he tries, he doesn't find sleep that night.
Almost like he has forgotten what it feels like to be so alive.