"Use your tongue."
That was how she wanted him. She wanted his face in between her thighs, his hands spreading her wide open, his body angling into her heat.
Raven has on a thin tee, but the lower half of her body is at his disposal. Her nipples swell through the fabric of her shirt, sweat begins to rise on her skin.
He peppers kisses on her inner thighs, moves his lips down to the inside of her knees. He softly nips at some of her fragile flesh, tinting his palette of burgundy and sinful violet onto her alabaster.
Raven inhales as he nears her entrance.
His eyes are hungry. Black against the heavy sensation of lust. He's the predator, she's the prey, but they are both trapped by each other's desires. He nearly salivates at the sight of her cavern. Damp flesh, shell-pink lips, the pre-wetness impatiently dripped down the apex of her thighs.
"Beautiful. Everything's beautiful about you, you know that, right?" he glances up at her.
The moonlight contrasts her light skin, her amethyst hair and eyes blend in with the duskiness.
"Yes, I do."
"It took you a while to realize that. Years. But, even when you're aware of that, I can't help but tell you."
She's a goddess, even though realistically, she originated from hell. He worshipped his embodiment of beauty, power, strength, courage, and goodness. This was not the first time he has knelt in front of her throne, and eaten her fruit. The more he did it, was the more appetizing she tasted, and the more she felt, the more she loved.
His nails sink into her hips gently, then he starts. He lets his warm air play over her. He smells her eager warmth, it was almost like he was a thermometer, and she was a fever. His tongue slits neatly through her labias, grazing across a channel of nerves. Raven sighs, coiling her slender fingers in his lush hair.
One lick, and he's hooked. Similar to the feeling of eating a bag of chips, and clinging to the sensation until you finish.
He eases back a bit, exhales.
Before Raven poses the question he speaks.
"You're in for a rough one, Rae. But, a good one." a borderline growl resonates in his voice.
There goes that look in his eyes again. Nothing is going to deter him, and she is his only focus.
"Are you ready, princess?" he consents.
"I am." is her ready reply.
He pulls up her hips, and goes in again. His tongue situates between her inner lips. He gives exasperatingly draw-out strokes. His sucks on the flesh, nips at it, kisses it, growls into it, tells it his darkest wishes.
Slowly. He drinks in her flavor, allows her scent to settle into his soul. Raven squirms, the fist in his hair tightens. He steadily pushes his tongue in, watching her face crinkle in passion.
Raven moans.
She was his downfall, she always was. Any one sound, or hint of body language set him off instantly. Beastboy always had some sort of grip on his beastial instincts, but when it came to her, and her only... nothing could save the both of them.
He goes in pushing his tongue centimeters deep. His tongue paints colors of pleasure and delight into the canvas no one else has touched. His tip slips against the growing slick of her walls. She contracts, whimpers, then grinds her hips into his mouth.
"Riding my face while I eat you out? Huh, babygirl? You know that drives me crazy."
He roughly (but affectionately) tugs her hips closer to his mouth.
Beastboy puts his beast into it. He is never disappointed, he is always satisfied by her flavor. Even so, he still remained insatiable.
He could eat her out for days on end without once complaining or tiring.
"Eat it out, baby." Raven begs, her demonic cravings are crushing her central nervous system.
She's honeyed glaze with a little zestful tang. A taste with balance and a lasting effect.
Due to his enhanced sensory levels, smells, tastes, and anything else concerning the senses sticked to Beastboy for a while. Especially Raven.
Raven swallows a noise, then wriggles her hips away from his mouth.
"Don't move. You're gonna handle it, Rae. I know you can." her sex is deeper into his mouth, and he is deeper in her.
Another muffled noise trembles inside of her throat. His ears are decorated in her noises of content. She husks the most nasty filth he's ever heard. He secretly admires that she chooses her hellish demeanor over her ceremonious, Azarathian one when they had sex.
He glances at her, realizing her eyes were closed against the force of lust. Eye contact was one of his favorites during sex to begin with.
"Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."
They get a hold of eye contact, then Raven breaks again. She arches into him, feeling him hit every point he needed to.
"Say my name." he commands.
Raven huffs, disobeying his order. She disliked being vulnerable, even sexually. To her luck, that never worked with her partner. He always got everything out of them both.
"Say it." he knows her spots and ruins them.
She holds in a moan, her legs quiver. Her pupils dilate, her blood pressure rises, and her muscles tense.
"Are you holding back, Rae? Don't do that, you know that you're safe with me."
He goes in harder, faster, with more strength, and more love. His tongue flicks over her sore bud, his mouth eats with the intent to leave nothing behind.
"Gar!" her scream was bone chilling, even to Beastboy, who's heard it plenty of times.
"There you go. Look how good you did." he exhales deeply, absorbing her white silk.
He finishes, goes back up to her face.
"You're sore?" he asks tenderly.
"Mhm." Raven nods with a smirk.
"Good, that means I did my job well."
His basil thumb glissades down the side of her mouth, pulling down the bottom lip.
"Open your mouth for me, pretty girl." Beastboy orders.
She grants his request, parting open her lips. He lets his spit drop slowly into her mouth, a clear string dangling in between both of their mouths. He then shoots a small load into her mouth, then closes her lips.
"Swallow. All of it."
She gulps down with a pleased smile.
"Jeez, Rae." his mind was never able to fathom the existence of this girl.
He always wondered how could she dare to be present in the same time as him.
"You know what,"
"On all fours, now."