Possession

By: AReptileDysfunction

For: Moonlight Legends Discord Secret Santa

Giftee: ReisPinkOveralls

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"So, we're in agreement then?" Mamoru rubbed a hand over his face. "Absolutely no eye contact?"

"Yes." Kunzite's expression was stoic as he took a sip of his whiskey. "You remember the safeword?"

Mamoru nodded and twisted his wedding band on his finger as his mind began to race. How had he gotten to this point?

"You guys coming?" Minako's impatient voice called from the bedroom.

"Coming!" Somehow Kunzite was able to keep his voice level. Both men sighed simultaneously and downed the rest of their drinks before heading towards their fate.

The sight that beheld them upon entering made them stop dead in their tracks. Their wives were scantily clad in white and yellow negligees and were sensuously draped over the bed. Candles flickered like starlight throughout the room casting dancing shadows over the walls and the full moon shone through the balcony window.

"Come closer, boys," Minako beckoned with her index finger. "We don't bite!"

"Well, we don't bite hard." Usagi grinned at Minako before redirecting her gaze back towards them. "I think they need a little encouragement, don't you, Mina-chan?"

Minako grinned and moved in to kiss Usagi. Beside him, Mamoru heard the hitch in Kunzite's breathing.

Had Mamoru been a normal male, the sight of his wife making out with another bombshell blonde would have turned him on to no end. Him being who he was, possession flared within him and all he wanted to do was rip Usako away from Minako and kiss her senseless; however, the fact that Usagi was making eye contact with him as she made out with Minako was slightly arousing. He couldn't lie about that.

But when Minako turned her wiles on him, that's when he began to sweat. He gulped as she slowly strode towards him. A quick glance at Usagi showed her biting her lip in an attempt to control her jealousy. He could feel anger radiating off of Kunzite beside him as she approached him. There was no way he was going to be able to go through with this. His mind was going blank as he desperately racked his brain for the previously agreed upon safe word.

What was it? He began to panic as his eyes darted around the room in a silent plea for help.

Minako stopped in front of him and slowly traced her fingers up his shirt, stopping at his collar. Her fingers grazed his throat and he gulped as she moved to undo the button. He didn't have to look at Kunzite to know how angry and possessive he was feeling. Mamoru could practically hear his teeth grinding together.

"Overalls!" Mamoru shouted as he shoved Minako away and leapt back. "Pink overalls! I can't do it! I'm sorry, Usako, but I can't do this with anyone but you!"

Usagi looked relieved. Minako rolled her eyes. Kunzite looked upwards and mouthed his thanks to the gods. All the rage he felt emanating from Kunzite had dissipated almost instantaneously.

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An hour later, Usagi and Mamoru were alone in the apartment drinking tea on the couch. It was awkwardly silent as both of them tried to come up with the right words to say about what had just happened. Usagi finished her tea and lay back with her head in his lap. He began to absentmindedly stroke her bangs.

"Mamo-chan," she began. "It's okay."

"I'm sorry, Usako, I really wanted to do this for you." He leaned forward to place his mug on the coaster. "You said you wanted to try something adventurous and I wanted to give you that."

"Yes, but maybe we should have started with something with a little less… sharing?"

"Less sharing is a good plan, Usako." Mamoru dragged his pinky finger down the center of her face and she caught it between her teeth. He shuddered.

She sat up and looked him in the eyes. "I have an idea!" More shivers ensued when she whispered.

"Really?" He pulled back and raised an eyebrow. She nodded vigorously. "Okay, Usako. Let's try Plan B."

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Mamoru strained against his binds. Arms and legs akimbo, ears plugged, gagged, and blindfolded, the only senses left for him were smell and touch.

But he couldn't touch; all he could do was feel.

The air was spiced with vanilla, lust, and… something he couldn't quite put his finger on. The atmosphere was warm, heady, and… almost… desperate?

In fact, it was starting to get very warm in the room. The heat must have been cranked because beads of sweat were beginning to bespeckle his chest. One droplet of perspiration rolled between his pectorals as he took a deep breath and, if he wasn't tied down, he would have jumped out of the bed.

She had licked the offending moisture off his chest.

Slow, sensuous brushes of silken hair against his skin drove him to the point of near madness. He clenched his eyes shut as the feeling of her fingernails lightly scraping the inside of his thigh followed by a long deep huff against his skin caused him to convulse.

And then there was nothing.

"Stay still, Mamo-chan." Her voice was muffled and her lips nipped at his ear causing shivers to rack his body as her fingernails lightly scratched over the sensitive skin of his testicles. She found the seam and traced a delicate finger over it; front to back, over and over again. Her fingers did a tantalizing dance towards his shaft but did not provide him with what he really wanted.

He groaned. Definitely torture. His erection was raging and weeping and sobbing for attention.

Sweat began dripping over his abdominal muscles that clenched as he felt cool air being blown over the taut skin leaving gooseflesh in its wake. Soft lips began kissing the beads of sweat away, making their way over his ribcage, down his stomach, and pausing at his navel where she nipped at the skin just below it. With every touch, he could hear her fiery emotions alighting, raging through his body as though they were his own. Every single iota of ecstasy was exposed for him and him alone.

It was nearly unbearable… he could feel her passion mingling with his and it completely overwhelmed him. In his mind's eye, he could see their auras interlacing, intertwined in their own respective desires. Her heartbeat hammered in his chest as he tried to focus on his breathing.

He felt her cup him in her tiny hand as her tongue moved ever lower. Hot breath over his shaft caused him to cry out against the gag in frustration as all he really wanted from life right now was to be buried deep inside her. One delicate finger glided from the start of the seam all the way to the front and slowly inched its way up his length; tapering in pressure as she reached the head. He could feel the precum seeping out with every beat of his heart.

Mamoru whimpered as the warm sensation of the tip of her tongue traced his vein starting at the base and slowly, no, tantalizingly dragged upwards to end with lips over his head. A light suckling feeling nearly pushed him over the edge and he ground his teeth into the satin fabric of the gag.

She continued her ministrations: licking and swirling her tongue over him as he feebly attempted to resist fighting his bonds. God, he wanted to touch her so badly… to see her crystalline eyes darken with lust, her skin reflective of light, and her lips full. Maybe she would bite her lip as she normally did when they made love? He just wanted to see.

The point when he could no longer stand it was when she finally took him fully into her mouth. He cried out against his binds straining all his muscles. He felt her smile around him as she slowly drew her mouth upwards while swirling her tongue over him. It was unbearably and delightfully torturous and he nearly lost it as she chuckled with him in her mouth. The vibrations were certainly a unique feeling.

He was rapidly losing control of his own tightly wound thoughts and emotions. She must have sensed that he was getting close (and he very much was) because she released him and slinked her body up his. He could feel her nipples grazing his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as she slid up to kiss his neck and she straddled him.

She strode atop him, her warmth hugging his length, and she began to rock back and forth while sucking on his neck. Her delicate fingers played with his nipples and raked over his torso. Every touch elicited an inferno of passion and he yearned to swim in her sensuality.

Fuck it! He thought as he moved his hips as best he could to her rhythm. She was slick and he heard her muffled cry as his head slipped inside of her. The crescendo of her pleasure reverberated around him and thrummed in his ears.

That must have been the moment she broke because the gag was ripped away and her lips crashed against his with the force of a thousand tsunamis. He was only momentarily stunned before he began to kiss her back with all the pent up thirst of the evening's exertions. Her want echoed within his soul and he yearned to touch her. She sat up as she continued rocking herself back and forth with increased intensity and he thrust his hips up so that maybe… just maybe his tip would enter her delicious heat once again. Mamoru longed for the moans and sighs she was most definitely eliciting and with the vigor of her motions, he could practically hear the scratches being made on the wood floor from the legs of the bed.

"Please, Usako," he rasped. "Please let me see you!" He couldn't handle it any longer. He needed to see her. Her aura reached out to him and it was fire on his skin. He felt her shift over him, raising her bottom just a bit, and the brush of her hair on his shoulders as his sight was returned to him. He blinked as he adjusted to the sudden influx of light and immediately snapped his eyes to hers. His breath hitched as he absorbed the vision before him. Her hair was down and wrapped around her nude form as if it were a blanket on a snowy day. Her eyes were dark, hooded, and full of a type of desperation he'd known she'd been feeling as of late: a desperation to reconnect with him. Raking his eyes over her, they stopped on her lips as she subconsciously took the corner of her bottom one between her teeth.

God he loved it when she did that…

Every single cell in his body reverberated with pent up sexual frustration. She was relentless in her attentions and he silently pleaded with her to let him touch her by projecting all of his need into her. Every exhalation, every beat of his heart, the rise of his skin where she created gooseflesh was all him reaching out to her in an attempt to touch.

Mercifully, his Moon Goddess leaned forward to free him from his binds, and in a flash he was upright and pressed against her. For a moment he just held her; reveling in the closeness, the feel of her breasts against his chest, her fingers dancing at the nape of his neck, and he heaved a sigh of satisfaction as he tightened his arms around her waist.

And, at that moment, neither wanted to move. Mamoru rested his forehead on her shoulder and silently sobbed because how on Earth (his own planet) was he deserving of such perfection? He let out a shuddering breath as she held his head in her hands and moved to kiss him tenderly. And he, as he was a man dying of thirst, drank her in. By opening himself to her, he was exposing the deepest part of his soul. By touching his tongue to hers, he was revealing how he would never be worthy of her. As he kissed her, he gently leaned her back; just enough for him to position himself at her core.

He looked up into her eyes, glistening and full of desire, as she sank down; burying him to the hilt. Their mouths opened in silent cries as their pleasure was absorbed by the other. Darkness clouded his periphery as he braced an arm behind her and tightened the other around her waist. Slowly, deftly, she rose on her knees with the support of his embrace and his hips followed hers. They found their pace in the form of a runic rhyme: twisting, pushing, pulling, grinding, but never breaking contact.

It was like this that they stayed, staring into each other's souls as they danced a tantric meditation; their only goal being sheer utopian ecstasy. The heat of the room was nothing compared to the corona of their auras flaring around them, casting an evocative glow in the space surrounding. He guided his hand up her spine, chuckling as she squirmed when he reached a ticklish point, and came to rest it at her neck.

All his life, he had never belonged to anyone; nor had he anyone to lay claim to. As their waves of passion continued to ebb and flow, a feeling of possession began to undulate within him. Her nails raking across his back, thereby marking him, caused a growl to resonate from deep within and he sank his teeth into her shoulder just enough to brand her.

He could feel her reaching the pinnacle of her pleasure and he picked up his pace to help guide her over the edge. She clung to him, knotting her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck as she rode the maelstrom of her orgasm. In that moment, he was finally able to let go and he found himself lost with her. He pressed their foreheads together, meeting eye to eye and they gazed into each others' soul for affirmation.

Yes. She was his as he was hers.

They lay in a crumpled heap of limbs and hair, still panting from the exertions from moments prior. Usagi lay on his chest, her legs still straddling his waist and she propped her head on to her folded arms.

"I take it you liked that better than Plan A?" She smirked as she brushed an ebony lock out of his eyes.

"Huh?" He lifted his head and brought his hands to his ears to remove the ear plugs.

"I love you." She giggled as she kissed his chest.

A different type of warmth spread through him as he smiled softly at his wife. "Thank you, Usako."

"For what?"

"For my sense of belonging. I had nothing, was nothing, before you." He caressed her cheek with his knuckles. "I grew up unwanted, unloved, and unnoticed. That's how I thought I was supposed to live my life. Then you, with your impeccable aim, ignited something within me and every fucking day since, I've wanted nothing more than to be possessed by you."

He grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her fully. Slowly easing away, he nipped at her bottom lip. "Now, let me remind you of who you belong to."

FIN