⛧ kurta ⛧

You were no stranger to Lohen’s behaviors in the bedroom, but you were used to him doing this to you rather than the other way around. During a tipsy night spent with a few girls from the Knights of Favonius, one of them had shared a splice from her sex life, and how it had brought fresh air into her relationship with her long-time partner. You were flustered by it at first, perhaps even a little confused, but the longer the idea settled on you, the more curious you became. That, and if you were being honest, getting a foreign object stabbed into him seemed right up Lohen’s alley. You didn’t think he’d discriminate based on whether it was a dagger or a dildo.

“Ah, fuck,” Lohen growled, his jaw releasing the downy pillow. “Don’t be a bitch, Bunny—make it hurt.”

A touch of warmth settled across your face. Leaning further towards his face, you gave the rim of his ear an investigative trace, mimicking the actions he took when he was the one on top of you. With a hard, forward thrust of your hips, you buried the blue silicone completely inside of him. When he leaned his head back, moaning, you let your teeth sink into the pale skin of his ear.

Lohen’s hand flew to your head, pressing you up against him. In a growl, he said, “Good fucking girl. Don’t just nibble—bite.” When you closed your jaw harder, he groaned, “Good girl. Put more of your weight into it—nn. Yeah, Bun. Just like that.”

You wanted to ask if he was okay—if this was okay—but something within you knew he’d only laugh if you tried. Content with the sensation of his body beneath yours and the fervor of his moans, you swallowed back a pool of spit before shifting your mouth to his neck. You sucked hard, like he did every time you told him you were going to wear something that exposed your neck and begged him not to. Just like you, Lohen whined.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Bun. More weight. Press those tits into my back, those—,” his breath hitched, “—those cute fuckin’ nipples. Wait, fuck…now I wanna suck your tits…”

You giggled, but you pressed your full body weight into him like he asked, trying your best to utilize your pressure with each sloppy stroke of your hips. Hot, heavy breaths fell from your lips as you tried to keep up the momentum. Being faced with your own lack of athleticism, you wondered how Lohen always managed to fuck you into next week without even breaking a sweat. You should show him more appreciation for that, next time.

“I wanna play with your boobs,” he moaned, hands milking the pillow like they were curling around your tits instead. “They feel so good on top of me, Bun.”

“You’re…talkative,” you said between pants and laughter. “More…than usual.”

“Shut up,” he groaned. “Bite me again, but harder. And can’t you fuck me any faster than that?”

“I…I’m trying!” you sputtered, your face hot. “I’m not exactly…as good at this as you!”

“Thanks for stating the obvious, Bun.”

“Hey! I’ll stop if you want to be a dick about it!”

“Forget what I said,” Lohen replied quickly, grinning from ear-to-ear. “You’re so fucking good at that, Bunny—maybe even better than me!”

“Now you’re laying it on too thick!”

“Ah, Bunny!” he moaned exaggeratedly. “Slow down, please! If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum from your dick in my ass!”

“Are you being serious right now?!” you sputtered. “Even when I’m the one fucking you, you still find a way to make fun of me?!”

“Oh, yell at me more, babe! It makes me fuckin’ hot for you!”

“Lohen!”

“Bunny!”

“You little shit!”

“Want me to shut up?” he asked, the corners of his lips curled into a devious smile. “If that’s what you want, then you’re gonna have to make me.”

You snapped your mouth shut, heat flaming at your face. Lohen lifted his head, peering back at you with his incandescent red eyes, and in a playful voice, asked, “What’s wrong, Bunny? Too scared to—? Mmph!”

You pressed your hand to the back of his head, shoving his face into the pillow in a desperate attempt to shut him up. Lohen wriggled a bit underneath you, not with the intent of getting you to release him, but rather as an accompaniment to his muffled moans. It defied all sense of reason for you to understand him, what with his mouth so full of cotton, but you knew he was repeating, harder, harder, harder.

Your heart skipped a beat. This was certainly a different sight for you, who was far more used to hearing such strangled cries from your own throat.

“Mm mm-mm mm.”

Your brows furrowed. “You’re…gonna cum?”

He nodded up and down, repeating the same incoherent sentence as before. Something else sounded like, good girl, good girl.

You swallowed, feeling your core throb in response to his praise. With another smack of your skin to his, you felt a sudden blast of cold, then the feeling of Lohen’s hips pressing back into yours. His moans were loud and growling, but the way he fucked himself back against you couldn’t be mistaken as anything other than desperate.

After a beat, he slumped back down into the mattress. Turning his panting face away from the soft of the pillow, he said, “Good…girl.”

You smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Tired?”

“Nah, just…just catching my breath.” His hand stroked over your cheek, tender and loving. “Is it my turn yet? I gotta show you…what a real fucking looks like. Give you some…some inspiration for next time.”

“Next time?” you asked cheekily.

“Next time,” he confirmed. “But don’t worry, bun—I won’t even let you try it until you successfully pass my course.”

“Oh? And how long is this course?”

“Hm…maybe five or six good fucks,” he said, grinning. “Until you can properly explain what I’m doing to you right back to me.”

You winced. “Don’t tell me you want me to explain while you’re fucking me.”

“Right on the money, bun!”

His next moves were a flurry—instead of being under you, he was on top of you, pressing your wrists to the mattress beneath. With a sly smile, he pressed his wet, hard dick against the smooth of your belly, laying it right next to the strap-on that had flopped against your abdomen. He glanced at the sight of them side-by-side and hummed a giggle.

“Mine’s bigger,” he murmured.

Breath shuddering, you smiled.

“Okay then, Lohen. Why don’t you show me how it’s done?”