Lyney smut…. Maybe either bath sex or car sex? Idk something about lyney makes me think he’d like doing it in tight spaces :3
Hi~ sorry for the wait. The ending needed time to find its own feet, but it finally settled. The door's closed, the echoes are gone, and I'm already stepping away. It was a good one. Thanks for being there when it opened.♡︎♡︎♡︎
Tight on feelings
The warm water swirled around your enclosed bodies with every breath taken, the heat of the bath melting your muscles and the gentle clouds of steam a sensation so boldening it’s practically daring you inch further.
It was a simple offer at first, He coaxed to “help you get tidy” but it’s been a solid 30 minutes, your both cleaner than fresh bars of soap and all he’s been doing so far is testing the waters on just how far he can edge you before you break.
You know he’s teasing you,but the rise of crimson at the tips of ears gives his confidence away, in truth. He’s just as if not more nervous than you are right now. you can see the quickened beat of his pulse at his neck, usually hidden by that ridiculous magicians bow he’s so keen on wearing. Now with it off, along with all his other… garments. You can finally lay back and appreciate the essence of him completely. You come closer, the heated water lightly splashing over the rim of this cramped little bathtub meant for one. your exposed, damp chest nearly meeting with his own, as you bring your hand up and lightly stroke the forge of his pulse, and feel a little jolt beneath your doused fingers. It’s fast but nevertheless un tedious.
you slide your hand down to where his heart rests and feel the rhythm of brisk thumps coming from the core. And the rise and fall of his chest. It’s not a nervous pulse.. but an excited one?.
You lift your gaze to his and your swiftly met with eyes of violet fire, as if it were lit up with a lust so deep and too honest , holding so much hunger to the point you wondered if he were to eat you all up in one bite then and there.
But he didn’t . Instead he cupped your face, stroking your jaw with a soft kind of reverence you’d usually reserve for a one of a kind treasure. You’ve noticed that His delicate touch contrasts with his insatiable gaze and hunger for you.
He slides closer, his hand reaching your back as he comes close enough to your face, that you can feel your breaths conjoining. For a moment you expect him to say something lustful or romantically confident like he usually does before either of you indulge in each others presence.
Instead, just as you finally close the distance you hear a weakly muffled whimper.
"Mm—ah—your knee just... that's—that's precisely where I—" he fumbles.
You open your eyes, and your lover, quick thinking as he is, holds his grip on you tighter, so your head is now resting resting on the crook of his shoulder, you know this because you lost the sight of the violet eyes you were so spell blinded with.
It took Three seconds of inanimate silence before you finally broke down into a fit of giggles.
“Hehe- l-Lyney are you- do you get off by tight spaces??”
You can’t see his face anymore, but that doesn’t mean you can still feel and see that the skin at his neck has risen to beet red.
“Don't. Don't giggle.” He begins, his voice growing more strained now.
“ I can feel the vibration through your ribs. Through the water. Through my everything.”
You let out a soft sigh, and stroke his half dried hair, pressing a chaste kiss to the shoulder your lips hugged against.
“It’s fine, I’m not laughing at this little kink you have, I just think it’s cute how tense you are, even though you were the one who dragged me here~” you tease.
You hear a low exhale from him, before you feel his head turn and kiss your neck, and a deep familiar pinch for a few seconds. a hickey? You shift your head towards him to take a peek at whatever he’s doing to you, and you find him soothing the small bruises he’s leaving with licks and reverent kisses.
His expression had gone from flustered to now comically serious, but You can still see Traces of the blush from before, painting his face like watercolour over tainted paper.
Your lips curve, itching to smile at his dramatics, but you bite it. down, clearly he is trying to redeem himself from whatever
Slip up he had made in his witty plan and go back to whatever sexy magic trick he was trying to pull off earlier. he then makes a change to the position, so that you are now on-top of him, thighs spread apart on his lap. Nearly all your weight on him. He never seemed to mind that, if anything he craves it and has always found it comforting, the sight of your bath soaked hair, sticking to your cheeks and spilling over his shoulders before he brushes it back to get better access to the delectable neck he had just greedily claimed for himself.
"See? A perfect show, wouldn't you say?" he murmurs against your throat, his voice dropping to that familiar theatrical purr. "The magician's greatest trick—making his lovely assistant forget she was ever in control."
But his hands betray him. They tremble against your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to leave prints. The water sloshes dangerously with each subtle shift of your weight on his lap.
His hands reach for your hips, and gently, momentarily lift you up from his lap, guiding your cozy opening to his eager shaft. The tip of cock kissing your entrance while Beads of pre cum already dripping from him with anticipation , it twitches ever so slightly, and you squeeze your eyes shut as he fills you completely. He lets out a low groan. Trapped in the warm embrace of your tightness.
A breathless, shaky laugh escapes him as he stills, letting you both adjust to the overwhelming sensation. His forehead drops to rest against yours, his breath warm and uneven against your skin. “Magnifique,” he whispers, the word laced with a reverence that sends a shiver down your spine. His fingers, still gripping your hips, soften into a gentle, caressing touch. “You feel… absolutely incredible.” He presses a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth, a silent promise of the passion to come, leaving you both suspended in that perfect, breathless moment of complete connection.
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