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electricsong: 2 licks 7 (Cavallone Primo, Alaude)
The pale-haired man was unused to intimate touches. Outside his clothes, he was ill at ease, and the way his muscles tensed under the slightest touch, a scowl marring his brow told Enzo these—and made him even more determined to try. After all, he had won the card game.
“Just once. If you do not like it, I will stop.”
Alaude’s only response was a glare; Enzo smiled soothingly at him and began at the juncture of his neck. The salt of his skin prickled Enzo’s tongue, a heady taste as he journeyed past raised collarbones, peaked nipples, angled ribs, leaving a trail of wet kisses. The slow rise and fall of his chest quickened as Enzo moved past his waist and stopped at his hipbone, biting gently as his fingers caressed a long, bared leg, tickling and teasing..
Enzo shifted then, parting Alaude’s legs, and once more applied a hot mouth, tongue slowly following the firm curve of a calf, the lined skin under a knee, the inside of a thigh. He sucked at the softness there, licking, waiting until Alaude bucked once, twice, fingers clawing at Enzo’s shoulders—but the tongue persisted, up the proud arc of his cock and finished at the tip.
Enzo straightened himself and looked down as his lover’s bright-stained cheeks, grinning. “Ready for the next stage?”
azurecerulean: 4 & 9 "playing with food" (Romario, TYL!Dino)
Warning: I totally did not bend the prompt, no sir.
“–no, no, you are not leaving, Romario. You’re. Not.”
Speech slightly slurred by wine, Dino looked at him through half-bowed lashes, an elfin grin on the curve of his lips. Suddenly he was younger, the coil of his fingers around Romario’s wrist as insistent as it had been in the past, with adolescence sharp still in his bones. A plate of strawberries and a bowl of cream on the bedside table were likewise reminders of youth, his favourite once.
The fruit felt firm between his fingers, and the cream cool to his touch. Dino sat propped by a tower of pillows, waiting, smiling half-lidded. He tasted the strawberry with the tip of his tongue, but refused to give entry; he let it linger there instead, between Romario’s fingers, until his lips shone wet with melted cream.
Only then did he bite, breaking the red flesh between his teeth; the juice trickled past the corner of his lips and stained soft white pillow. “Mm,” he sighed, smiling, eyes closed to fully savour the taste. Romario stood rooted to the spot as his boss’ tongue curled around his fingers, licking the sour-sweetness lingering there.
“More,” Dino told him and a loyal subordinate knew to withdraw a trembling hand and reach for another one.
littlelinor: 6 and 9 in a hotspring (fem!Dino, TYL!Dino)
In a way, it was a dream coming true.
Diana admitted vanity as one of her cardinal sins, but knew it was justified the moment this male version of her walked into her life. She knew it was more than justified when chance brought them together in a hot spring and she pinned him against the rock-tiled wall of the steaming pool, kissing his mouth senseless.
He was more than a willing participant—opening his mouth and slid his tongue alongside her as his fingers spun tangles through her hair. She curled her legs behind his in such a way until she could feel him against her, slowly rubbing, teasing. On his lips was a smirk she knew was gracing her own face.
Then he softly kissed her jaw, down and down until his warm mouth found her nipples and she ground hard against his hardness. She let her hands wander down firm, lean muscles, mapping each scar she encountered and unconsciously matching them with her own. Her knuckles brushed his cock and the soft noises he was making made her throb with need. She caught his eyes, reading the identical desire as if she was looking into a mirror, and grinned.
He filled her in one slick thrust, like two pieces of a puzzle fit into one. The breadth and length of him made her moan as she moved, first slowly, allowing them just to feel, then fast increasing in pace and force. His feverish kisses made her wonder about Kyouya, if he knew any Kyouya where he came from, if his Kyouya fucked him as regularly as hers did, if he was as desperately in love as she was. Maybe she would ask, after this.
His fingers marked her hips deep, aching, as he tried to stifle his own moans. Diana didn’t even try to control hers anymore. She pulled him deeper, faster, as she felt her orgasm approaching, as her hands tightened, as her cries rose and shuddered past her lips. It was close.
“I can’t–” she breathed and clenched her thighs as she came, as she felt him coming inside her, his breath coming in gasps before her ear.
(The only coherent thought left in her mind was: Damn, I’m good.)
alsdkjfaskdglajsdlg it’s done. omg. /dies