Deep In Your Eyes
Notes: I saw Granger and Aamon fanart... and now I have ideas
Warnings: Blow job, Gusion being a brat/Dom because I always make him a sub, whimpering, teasing,
Gusion pov:
Is it my imagination? Maybe that’s why it seems like he’s begging me to stay. The Incarnate of Doom, Moskov. The Abyss creature that’s taken my adoring in captivity.
My chest pushed into his back, craving his heated skin under his tight outfit. To say these thoughts haven’t crossed my mind before would be a lie, however I never thought they’d come into fruition.
Was it his volition to get me like this? Stirred up with desire, my tongue eager behind my tainted lips. Lips I wish to use to tease and break the strong man. Our encounter started as a common goal, a need to infiltrate the Abyss, but now everything is different.
The wood of the inn creaked when I put more pressure onto my right foot, leaning closer to the raven. His back was arched, a feeble attempt to pull away from me as he spoke. “Your patience needs discipline, assassin.”
“This is me being patient.” My words were low, caressing the shell of his ear.
“Do you hate this?” I asked, my hand sliding down slightly. I could feel the dents of his arms, the rhythm of his breaths. So many small details I craved for.
His hair was half up, the long locks getting in the way of his face since his mask was off. On his face was a thick scar running over his nose. Less prominent marks were hidden between his clothing. Not that his clothes hid much from how tight they were. If I want to, I can see most parts of his body.
It haunts me.
“You’re too straightforward,” Moskov responded, one of his hands on the bookshelf to our side. Knuckles bent as his nails dug into the wood. A desperate need to release the tension building up.
My hand was on his lower stomach, resisting the small push of his breath. One by one, they came. Each time heavier than the last. “I don’t want to hide it.” I began, my free hand squeezing the brute’s husky arm. “You can always stop me.”
Wet pants left Moskov, his eyes heavy from temptation. Oxygen got caught in his throat as my palm pressed his body back. His hips pushed into mine as a response. “You’re pathetic.” He hissed, his head falling forward when he felt my lips suck his neck.
Moonlight hit his skin in an erotic manner. It lured me in, bewitching me with its purity. Scars from his previous nightmares became soothed by my tongue.
Amatory, the way he choked on his own words as his ass pushed into my erection. As my hand slid down his arm, it squeezed tighter and tighter. His wrist was held in captivity by my desires, desires he could easily extinguish. I pulled his arm back between my chest and his back. Restraining him further as he pressed into me.
“I’m what? Can you repeat that, Mos?” The nickname purred off my lips. Exposing our familiarity was humiliating to the brute. He wanted to deny, over and over. However, he wanted my affections more.
Throaty and raw, Moskov groaned feeling my naked palm over his clothed erection. “Y-you’re-“ his voice stopped. He couldn’t speak, not with the pressures of my hand teasing his cock. Not with my lips making their way lower down his neck.
He was restrained. Tied by his adoring of me.
“If you can’t talk I have another idea.” I began to release the raven, watching as his hand returned to the wall as a desperate attempt to stand up. But that didn’t matter right now.
I took my hands off of him for a moment, a mere second of vulnerability before grabbing the raven by his hips and pushing him into the bookshelf. A grunt came from him before burring his head into my shoulder. His teeth nipped at my neck, wanting more to taste and touch.
A knee pushed between my legs, pressing onto my groin as hands felt up my body. “Desperate… to touch me.” I whispered, struggling to push out the words between my breaths and dazed eyes.
“You started this.”
“You did, with your teases and your fake indifference.” My hand held his neck, the other hovering over his cheek.
“Seems like your tongue is working now.” I jested, my thumb pressing flat against his lips. They were full, aching from his nervous bites and broken skin. His anxious tendencies made him human, not a demon.
Itching to squeeze hard, my fingers were firm around his neck. Every swallow he made was granted by me, every beat of his heart radiated on my forearm.
“Open.”
Hesitation made the raven move nervously as he obeyed. He was obedient. It could be from curiosity. Seeing how far I could control him before I let him devour me. Or, it could be from desperation. Our minds have been elsewhere for quite some time, even when infatuated with one another, we still had prior things to attend to.
“Good boy.” The sneaker on my lips made Moskov scoff. “Don’t st-start this, Gusion. Not if you can’t finish it.”
I let him get his words out before my fingers explored his mouth. My thumb on his tongue as my index brushed past the sharp tip of his tooth. They were human, dull fangs of a man who was deemed a monster.
My own gaze clashed with his vermillion perspective. Seeing those crimson eyes glow as they softened in a drunk manner. He was intoxicated, blush cluttering his cheeks at my touch.
Heat flushed me as I replaced my hands with my own mouth. Devouring Moskov as my hand held his neck, the other gripping his lush hair. Fingers clutched my waist, moving my erection back and forth on his thigh.
Our tongues expressed what our lips couldn’t. Naughty and heavy, our thoughts melted from the heat between us. They were replaced with instinct.
As my lips left him, he pulled me back. “Those eyes, they are demanding,” I utter, looking deep within his crimson glare. When mouthing the words, our lips brushed against one another.
I kept staring into those eyes, my hand leaving his neck to drift low. “Why aren’t you taking control? Scared of what might happen if you let loose?”
Moskov watched as I began to take off his shirt, eyes watching my tantalizing movements. He didn’t say a word as his clothes lay beneath his feet. His hands ran over my skin. Whenever he could, he’d steal kisses from me and mark my body.
I bent down to my knees, still fully clothed. A large hand lay on my head before my lips kissed his cock. Hard and throbbing, I rubbed it from the tip to his base.
Our eyes were locked onto each other even as my mouth opened. His cock ran against my tongue, pushing farther into my mouth with each bob of my head.
Moskov groaned from the heat of my mouth, his hand gripping my hair tighter. He tried his hardest not to let his desperation take over. I sucked in air, leaving and entering my nose.
My eyes fluttered open and closed, but even so, his eyes stayed on mine. They were flooded with intoxication and hunger. A hunger that a simple blow job wouldn’t fix.
His breathing began to pick up, a groan leaving him when I pulled him out of my mouth. My hand kept stroking him, watching as his knees struggled to keep their strength. ” I always knew you could be cute.”
The raven grit his teeth, “Put your mouth to work.” Raspy words broke off into moans the closer he got.
“Like this?” I purred, planting a small kiss on the side of his dick. An annoyed sigh pushed past his desperate lips, unable to deal with his arousal.
“N-no. St-stop teasing.”
I smirked, “How about here?” A moan left the raven when his tip pressed into my lips. His body twitched; his pleasure made him struggle to speak again.
His reaction was so needy I had to do it again. Over and over, I gave his tip sloppy kisses, pumping him faster until Moskov couldn’t take it anymore.
His hand pulled my hair as cum stained my face and chest. Pants left his lips as I stroked him through his orgasm. My thumb wiped some of his cum off my cheek, looking into Moskov’s eyes as I pressed it flat on my tongue.
I rose to my feet with a smirk on my face. “It must be humiliating. I’m fully clothed while you’re completely naked.” My hand caressed his cheek, my eyes looking down at his lips.
“Do you want more-.” Before I could finish, his lips found mine again. Rough hands squeezed me, bringing me in closer to quenching all his longing desires.
As always, the longing deep in his eyes burned bright. Something I’d never get tired of seeing.
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