idyll

“No?” He asks. You shake your head and rest your hand on his beefy thigh, goosebumps raising under your touch. He sighs softly, the muscles sensitive enough as it is, let alone under your graze. “What else do you need?”

You bite your lip and blink at him innocently, leaning over to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, relishing in the way he almost whimpers at your aim. Your thumb strokes longingly over his thigh, your kisses now trailing down his neck where you suckle dark marks on his jugular. He gasps when your tongue flicks over his warm flesh, only for you to release your kisses with a soft ‘pop.’ “You just look so good, handsome,” you mewl, shifting down his body to lay between his legs, eyes blinking up at him innocently. “Need to worship you.”

“Please,” he mewls, and you lick a long stripe from the inside of his knee up to the band of his briefs, sinking your teeth in once you’re at your destination. The muscle tenses and he huffs, your bite being soothed with a gentle kiss that then is scattered over the skin. “H-Haa-“

“You’re always so sensitive, baby,” you whisper, suckling another dark mark on his thigh. Your kisses and suckling are noisy, the wetness of the suggestive affection making his cock twitch next to your head, and you gasp playfully as he rests his head against the headboard. “Uh-oh,” you tease. “I got you feeling some type of way?”

“No,” he lies, and you punish him with a bite at the innermost point of his thigh, only a few inches from where his balls rest heavy in his briefs. “Ah- haa- don’t-“

“Don’t lie to me,” you croon. “I know this sexy body more than you do… don’t make me have to be too mean to you.”

“Don’t be mean,” he pants, jaw slacking once again when you lave your tongue over the purpling bite. “Please… I’ll behave.”

“Yeah?” You ask, and when he nods obediently, you press a kiss to the top of his muscle and turn your head to mark up the other one, wasting no time in sinking your lips into the meat. “Whats in it for me, hmm? You gonna squirm for me?”

“Yes,” he murmurs. You draw your tongue to lap up the saliva from your kiss and, with the lightest touch of the tip of your tongue, you trace it to his clothed cock, flicking the tip of it over the swelling head. “Oh, fuck-“

“That’s my good boy,” you purr, turning your hands into claws that dig their nails into each of his thighs and drag roughly down, leaving angry, red marks in his milky skin. He whines in the air, your hands pinching the muscles just above his knee to make him let out the shudderiest giggle you ever had the pleasure to pull from him. His legs hike up to try and get away from your touch, but you force them back down; your head turns to start suckling his thigh again, sponging warm, wet kisses over his now bruising muscle. “Play with yourself, my love.”

He wastes no time in slipping a trembling hand down his briefs to grip his cock in his hand, the sensations making him tremble under your lips and body. You hum and bite the juncture of his hips, twisting your own body to mount his leg, hips rutting into the bones of his shin while you suckle and dig into his thighs, the other one being scratched and pinched by your fingers.

“Mhnnn-“ he chokes, and when you flick your eyes up to watch him, his face is screwed shut in pleasure, lips tucked in to hide the noises that so desperately want to pour out. “Please touch me, please, I’ve been so good… want you to do it, please…”

“Mm, you have,” you agree after you kiss his thigh, shimmying yourself slightly to be vertical once again, your legs now mounting his beefy thigh. When you press yourself against the firm muscle, your own head tosses back and you gingerly start to roll over his tense thigh. You slip your hand down his briefs and grip him in your fist, teasingly squeezing the tip of his ruddy cock head to make him whine out. You start yourself in a rhythm, one where you’re jerking him in tandem with your own circling hips, and you both sing into the air with pleasure.

Hungrily, you press your lips to his and jerk him quicker, faster, swallowing all the pretty noises he lets out, your free hand fisting the headboard to ground yourself.

“I wanna cum-“

“Me too, angel boy,” you pant. There’s a climax brewing inside of you, a tense feeling that grips your core and trembles as it tightens. You feel your body heat rise and you grit your teeth, biting his lip enough where you taste the iron trickle into your mouth. “Come on… cum for me, baby.”

He does. He howls against your lips and throbs in your palm before he reaches his high, tipping over the edge and painting your hand with his hot seed. His own pleasure causes you to reach your own peak, your legs tightening around his own to ground yourself to forbid getting lost in pleasure and take care of your panting man.

He swallows thickly as the crackles of pleasure stop dancing over your vision. You slip your shaky hand out of his briefs and hold your fingers up for him to take into his mouth, which he does, obediently.

“You got one more in there for me, baby?” You tease, sinking your teeth into your lip, relishing in the way his glassy eyes glimmer and his head nods submissively.