A/N: Kink - Hand jobs

CW: Hand job, humping, power play, hair-pulling, some oral stimulation and mentions of other acts as well as a very brief fantasy that's a little bloody and violent.

Didn't think I'd write this prompt but inspiration struck so here we are. Title was a bitch to come up with. I literally went through the entire English vocabulary until I settled on something decent.

Valtor's lips tickled her neck, his head nestled in the crook of it. Every now and then he'd blow out cool air over her flesh to feel her shiver against him from the temperature drop. His body was hot like the sun next to her to leave the sheets kicked at their feet despite the howling wind outside. Their naked bodies were the canvas for the moonlight that managed to squeeze through the gray clouds floating across the night sky.

"What's your favorite thing to look at?" Griffin asked, absentmindedly trailing senseless patterns over his shoulder and arm with the ends of her hair that made his skin break out in goosebumps.

The majestic view from the penthouse did more for her than it did for him. From their bed the moon and the stars–currently not visible–looked like the only things that could reach them in their inaccessible tower up in the heights. It was her dream privacy in the busy city curling her lips in a smile every time she looked out the window but that hadn't been the angle from which Valtor had bought the apartment. His gaze lay elsewhere – whenever he was able to tear it away from her curves, that was.

"You going down on me," Valtor didn't miss a beat, hips pushing into her instinctively. So eager to lose himself into her again when the orgasms–both his and hers–prior in the evening had left him soft and sleepy in her hands. His voice was the only tool he had left readily at his disposal.

Griffin chuckled, her open palm sliding down his arm and over his abs. "Oh, Valtor. You can't even keep your eyes open with my hands on you."

His muscles were instantly straining into the contact of their skin, his cock reacting to the mere brush of her fingertips latching on to it. She couldn't help herself either and she didn't need to when he'd be hard again in seconds. He always had one more orgasm for her – either in his balls, or in his mouth.

"Have you even seen me going down on you?" Griffin pulled herself from him to a silent protest that ebbed under the touch of her lips on his chest. She teased them over his skin making her way down to his erection. Another flick of her tongue and he'd be ready to sink inside her. "You've been so busy feeling every little lick and kiss."

Valtor's hips jolted into the wetness she drew over his cock as if to thrust himself into it. The motion almost looked deliberate if not for the tremor in his thighs and the sheets rustling under his fists closing in them. Quite possibly an attempt to fish himself out of the sensations her mouth had imprinted on him over the years.

"I'm not sure you can even visualize your own cock in my mouth. On the way down my throat."

Griffin's eyes rolled in the back of her head at the twitch of his cock and the shared thought of her gagging on it. He did know the feeling her words were painting and he wasn't the only one craving it. It's be so easy to turn the tables on her if he could just remember how to tell up from down.

"Would you even be able to draw that for me?"

That would upstage the view from the windows. The only thing that'd be able to tear her gaze away from that masterpiece hanging on their bedroom wall would be him, bucking and writhing under her.

"You'll have it tomorrow," one of Valtor's hands made it into her hair tangling there to urge her to take him in.

Who knew it was that easy to be an artist's muse?

"I'll take it in recompense for having to open your eyes to the truth," Griffin pressed her lips into his erection to let the curve of her smirk dig all the way into his mind. It was only fair when the pulse of his desire was palpable under her fingertips and rushed all the way through her body to her own clit.

She left herself to the pull on her strands directing her to Valtor's mouth. Just like she'd lured him to do.

"And how will you recompense me when-" his voice sank in the wetness of her pussy as she humped his cock. His grip on her hair loosened, just like that on his ego. A little more and she'd pry it out of his hands to leave him grasping at their love instead. "Did you lose faith in the magical touch of your hands?" Valtor managed his signature smugness through his half-lidded eyes, his hand clamping down on her hip only to further her point. Holding her to his wishes would take more than that but he wasn't thinking straight.

"That shouldn't be a problem for your self-confidence." Sliding down and off his cock to settle on his thighs shut down the response from him. "Of course, that was just my setup."

With her own slickness coating his cock she pumped it in her fist, the firm touch drawing an instant groan from him. Shifting his hips did nothing to throw off her deliberate teasing with her weight anchoring his legs. She'd have to hold down his hips once the pleasure threatened to spill but until then she had the perfect angle to work both his cock and balls and all the enthusiasm for it as she groped generously. She wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't see himself in her hands, as far gone as he was.

She was the one yelping when Valtor rolled her onto her side next to him leaving her face to face with his sly grin. It was gone the next second, his mouth lowering to her breast to suck in her nipple.

The low whine she gave was a mild echo of the shudder running through her at the wet warmth of his tongue enveloping her. The sound only egged him on, his teeth grazing her nipple back and forth to strip more of her clarity away until she dropped the ball. Bastard.

"You're wasting your breath," Griffin panted, chest heaving more visibly than Valtor's. "Might as well enjoy your downfall." Her heavy breathing only pushed her breast further into his mouth.

Valtor didn't bite the bait, lips still searing his heat into her tender, sensitive flesh. Her cracking grasp on her noises and his cock had his fingers tugging on her hair to make her lose herself in her own voice, in the way it spoke of the flutters in her pussy at the barest touch of his hands. Her whole body was on strings for him like a doll and he was taking full advantage instead of pulling her hands off his cock. That would be admitting defeat and he was far from it with his distraction getting the best of her.

It was his second mistake. He was wreaking havoc on her focus with the magic he was working on her hair but it only brought her so close to the edge while he was still headed for it with his cock in her hands. The fall into his earlier orgasms was still fresh in his mind, the burning pleasure seared into his muscle memory and the map to it – into hers after years of exploring his body. If it came to it, she could even mirror his own ministrations curling her fingers around his erection through the fog in her mind.

Twisting her hand around the head of his cock had him rocking into her touch. His mouth fell open around her nipple and his moans replaced hers with his fingers slacking in her hair. A fingertip rubbing at his taint and his balls were tensing, his own scheme a glorious study of a backfiring strategy. Her desperate cries of pleasure tingled him even more insistently than the pull on her hair did her. Her mouth, her noises had more power over him than her clenching pussy on his cock.

Her thoughts had to have leaked out from her watering mouth as his fingertips crawled from her hair down between her legs to run through her folds. Brushing her clit sent her arching into him, nipples dragging over his chest, every point of contact between their bodies electric in her mind. She'd pushed him to the edge and he was pushing back. Her victory was slipping through her fingers with all that slickness, dripping out of her, coating his hands and the top of her inner thighs. His fingers pushing into her spilled more of it along with her moans.

Griffin's hand on his cock stilled, throwing off the rhythm Valtor had woven around them. His hips jerked, pushing into her palm blindly. With all his efforts on her, he had none left to spare on his own pleasure. It left him bucking in vain when she drew her touch away, his own fingers slipping out of her pussy.

An inhuman growl tore from his throat as if to fill the emptiness he'd left her clenching on. "Don't you fucking dare stop."

Griffin smirked at the desperation with which he clutched her wrist to close it back into its previous rhythm around his cock. "Or what?"

Valtor huffed out his frustration, head falling on the pillow at the fingertip Griffin rubbed under the head of his cock before trailing it down the underside. She didn't need more to render his whole body limp, his hand trying to mold her grasp on him to his liking dropping on the mattress in the tiny crack between their bodies. His unseeing eyes left him at her mercy and he surrendered to the touch he couldn't mimic or demand.

"You'll pay for that," he rasped, lungs strained with the effort to hold back the jerking of his hips into the barest strokes of her fingers. As if he could hide the ripples running through the muscles in his thighs and abdomen.

"I don't doubt that," Griffin kissed him, tongue teasing his with the reflection of her hand's motions making him harder against her – lips pressing into hers to leave the shape of his kiss on her and cock thrusting into her grip. "I know exactly what you're capable of. Unlike you."

Valtor cupped her breast and her hip, holding on to her with his eyelids refusing to go back up after the kiss. His fingers closed in her flesh tighter with the rhythm of her strokes to his cock. He was squeezing her with the pleasure he surrendered to – maybe quite like her pussy did to him during an orgasm. The thought had it fluttering along with her clit.

"What do you see now?" Griffin's lips curled into a smile when she had him back where she wanted him, rutting into her palm.

"The devious glint in your eyes as you drag me towards the edge. The grin on your face just begging me to fuck your mouth," Valtor was working himself up, the air he sucked in whistling between his gritted teeth.

She was tempted to push her fingers in his mouth–to keep him from cracking a tooth and give him a taste of his own fantasy turned on him–but she was quite fond of them. And having him bite one off would take them out of the moment despite the tiny part of her twisting itself inside out to the image of letting him have a taste of her, of her flesh, of her blood.

"That's what you're envisioning," Griffin jerked her wrist to make him grunt, cock throbbing between her fingers. "What do you see?"

"Nothing," Valtor almost choked on his tongue, his fingers digging into her ass. "It's all a blur."

"You'll be seeing stars soon enough."

Griffin pushed him on his back straddling his thighs once again. A few more pumps of her wrist and a squeeze to his balls and Valtor's cock was twitching. His cum spurted out all over her hand and both of them through his thrashing.

He was tugging at her wrists again, this time to pry them off his oversensitivity when her touch turned into torture. His hips bucked a few more times, right into the wetness of her folds as she sat down on his cock again before he settled.

Griffin waited for him to open his eyes. Trying not to twitch at every swipe of his fingertips over her hips was a challenge when she needed his strokes on her clit.

"You win," Valtor had the decency to concede to her once his keen eyes had locked on her own quivering.

"I want my answer then. What's your favorite thing to look at?" Griffin slowly licked her hand clean of his cum under the intense burn of his eyes. Making his throat tighten with the same vehemence her pussy was throbbing with only made the heat wrapping her thicker. Pleasure did love company twice as much as misery did.

Valtor's tongue ran over his lips. "As much as I love the rare occasions when I get to see you still sleeping in the morning, my favorite thing is waking up to you already up but still next to me in bed even though you have a million other things you could do. You're just enjoying the warmth with me under the covers." Valtor teased his fingers over her inner thighs, "What's your favorite thing to look at?"

"Watching you undress," Griffin squirmed as he humped up into her clit, a smirk on his face. "Not necessarily in a sexual way, even though that is a sight of its own. When you come home to me, you strip all clothes and facades and I love seeing you so comfortable," Griffin laced their fingers together.

Valtor's genuine smile soon turned devious. "We should make you comfortable as well," he reached for her clit but Griffin slid down his legs again.

Valtor cupped her breast with her pussy out of reach but his grip slackened with Grffin dragging her tongue over his abs and chest to lick off the cum drops that had landed there. Watching him buck comfortably into her touch was definitely up there on the list of favorite views, too.