[When Nier's body language changes, when he slows and when of all things, he becomes tender, it's hard for him to not sink against him, to press himself against him, to give in- to lower his head and embrace him, entirely and completely- to draw all of the affection he can get out of him by doing so until it was all spent, all gone, in sensation. He wants to. He really does- and perhaps if he wasn't as far along as he was, he'd have done it. He's certain. ]
I know.
[Except he's too far gone. There's something urgent, something pressing which forces his action of taking the discarded container when Nier's placed it aside. This urgency, this need, has him imitate the way of which Nier had coated his own fingers, even if between the combination of both the expression on his face and the sight of what he was doing to himself happened to monopolize his attention to the point he happened to spill quite a bit of it on the bed coverings as he did so.
Even if his cheeks are, by now, bright red, his gaze doing a series of haphazard dashes between his face and ...well. What he was doing, which is just as interesting as his expressions... his hand bypasses his own (substantially more needing, thanks to this display) cock to lightly wrap around his wrist, slowing his hand to a stop.]
Let me get you ready. I want to.
[Never going to learn, otherwise. Should Nier agree, he'd lightly pull on his wrist, removing his fingers, and replacing them with his own slicked ones. If anything, his own move to the beat of a different drum. He's only using two, for a start- and his pace is slower. More considered. A lack of confidence, perhaps? Or embarrassment? Or maybe even faint fear, that somehow, he could hurt him?
It's all of the above. But more than any of those things, it's inexperience. But the thing about inexperience, is it's something that can be easily got over. So perhaps, if Nier's got any suggestions...]
Like this?
[Tentatively, he spreads his fingers as he pulls them out, adding his third when he presses back in.]
[ it's...endearing, really — the sincerity to his resolve and the way he flushes. he'd been angry, determined to make him stand down, and yet he balks, tending to him like porcelain.
it's nothing nier's ever quite seen from a man. so with a nod he follows his silent command, and his fingers trail back to curl into the sheets as he aggressively bucks his hips up at an angle. he tightens around him, and body tensing before there's one joint, and then another, and nier's insides stretch and warm before a gasp of pleasure escapes him. it's always jarring — letting someone is, that in. but when he relaxes, he does so quickly and passionately, as though he were welcoming cloud into himself. ]
Crook them up. [ nier says, hips still raising off of cloud's lap. ] You can go faster. And deeper.
[ cloud is careful, like a treacle running in strings from a spoon, but he doesn't have to be — so nier leans in, and his lips brush against cloud's forehead as if to reassure him. it precedes a steady tidal roll of the torso that is far from gentle; he rides his fingers as deeply as he can, letting out a juddering moan, urging him to twist and turn.
a hand molds about cloud's shoulder as it grasps for purchase, and his lower back dips with a soft pant to accompany it. the ice blue of his eyes thaw with a heady kind of desperation. ]
You can take me when you're ready, [ it's said in a gasp, but even in spite of the way he flushes and his heart races, his words are trained — as if to not overwhelm cloud. ]
[He's warm inside. Despite the coldness of his skin, Nier's a few degrees short of body temperature inside of his body, and while there's... not exactly so much of a difference between exterior and interior- it's noticeable. Probably the fact he wasn't... entirely undead yet. He'd heard that changes for vampires weren't like those of werewolves. Their changes weren't temporary. Nor were they sudden, and they're sure as hell not reversible.
It's a reminder. A sorely unneeded one; a reminder that Nier's dying, slowly. That for all of their conversations about his death, both past and future, they're overlooking this. And normally, the thought would be enough for him to cease. They shouldn't be doing this. For many reasons- not just what was rattling around his head- but he's too far gone. Far too far gone to really think about it- to know that the small amounts of warmth present in this, in other things, are juttering out. One day, he'd just be cold.
He doesn't connect the dots. That's why he can't stop. He hates himself for it in a small sense, or at least the part of him that should know better does. But it's drowned out by need, by curiosity, by the way he tightens around his fingers, the way he shudders at each inward jab of his fingers, the way he breathily gasps into his ear and the way he groans when he does as he's asked.
He's. Lost in it, to be frank. The way Nier's responding makes his cock ache with need, abandoned, ignored- every nerve in his body screaming for it to be paid some form of attention. But even then- it's overlooked. Mostly because he doesn't want to stop what he's doing. He doesn't want to force Nier to stop riding his hand. The way his torso moves is too entrancing, the noises he's making are too ...nice, and-
His hand does slow when he feels his lips press against his forehead. He was that lost, that gesture's of some surprise, even. And he blinks- looking upward. He doesn't have to think before he responds.]
I need you too.
[He adjusts himself then; his spare hand moving toward the abandoned bottle. His occupied one moves slowly again- carefully now, as he removes his fingers- prompting Nier to sit on his knees just above him as he slathers more of the fluid on his cock. It's a quick motion. More a drag of his hand than anything else- he's far more careful with wrapping his fingers around both of Nier's hips- angling himself to brush his tip against his entrance. ]
Now. I need you now.
[His hands tighten, but he doesn't press him down. Not yet.]
[ where cloud is careful, nier is dangerously determined. it isn’t overeagerness, but it is passion; a hand curls around cloud’s bicep, drawing him closer as pale, stocky thighs bracket his own. with a quieted affection in each and every touch, he walks his fingers up cloud’s breastbone until he reaches his maw. and then tenderly, he brings cloud’s lips to his own, letting a kiss flood the two of them as he seats himself onto his cock.
there’s a pleasant burn of the thighs as they stretch further. almost intrinsically, there is a small part of him that panics at the intrusion — but nier steadies himself, and his shoulders pull back in a fluid motion before leaning in again like a curveball. this way he’s close enough to scrape his teeth against his jugular, close enough to hear the hitch in his breathing, releasing a slow pant in turn.
the beginning is uncomfortable, as it tended to be — but it does not deter him. instead his eyes flutter closed, and nier rocks into cloud with a shudder followed by a rumble of a groan. it pitches up into something more girlish, more coy at the sensation of cloud’s cock ramming up into him. as his brows tense, he grinds down against him with no mercy to spare regardless. in the pain, there is pleasure, and he swallows it down gladly in pursuit of the wildfire spreading across every inch of his skin. ]
Don’t hold back, [ he rasps, sharply meeting cloud’s gaze through narrowed eyes. they’re hard with concentration, the kind that’s edged and fine like a blade. another kiss this time, languid and slow in contrast to the quicksilver friction of their hips rolling against one another. it was a heated push and pull, one that made his very core ache for more. ]
Give me— [ a moan, interrupted by a biting of the lip. ] ...everything.
[The feeling he gets- of tightness enveloping him, of Nier's weight bearing down on him, the slow crush of his thighs on top of his, the squeeze of his insides entirely around him- is something that.... obviously, is new to him. So much so, in fact, that the sound's out before he even realizes it. As Nier's hand pulls him closer, his own arms wrap around his torso, pulling him closer to him in turn. The sensation of his hand inching up his chest, pressing against his skin as it moves inch by inch causes him to shudder, but it's a secondary feeling. Secondary compared to their kiss. No- tertiary, compared to-
...Fuck. He's still- He groans into his mouth, the sound muted, but deep. Heavy. He can't help but have his hips buck upward again- as far as they can against his weight anyway- his hands moving from Nier's waist to grasp both sides of his jaw after his teeth move against his throat. ...It's not a gentle action. But it's haste, rather than anger or disgust, that drives it.
...It's certainly not disgust. Not when Nier's bite does what it does, not even when a simple scrape of his teeth against his neck works in the same way, making his cock feel like it's twitching inside of him. But.]
Don't..
[His forehead presses against his. And his lips part, accepting his kiss. It's... indeed a languid thing. It's slow. But it's no less forceful than the rest of this. And it's a force he's more than happy to return. His hands snake around his shoulders again, nails pressing in- if anything- to stop him from pressing him down further.]
You don't need...
[A pant of a breath, a tremor in his voice. A push of his nails.]
...Time? You know. In case...
[Another groan. Smaller, a breath immediately after.]
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I know.
[Except he's too far gone. There's something urgent, something pressing which forces his action of taking the discarded container when Nier's placed it aside. This urgency, this need, has him imitate the way of which Nier had coated his own fingers, even if between the combination of both the expression on his face and the sight of what he was doing to himself happened to monopolize his attention to the point he happened to spill quite a bit of it on the bed coverings as he did so.
Even if his cheeks are, by now, bright red, his gaze doing a series of haphazard dashes between his face and ...well. What he was doing, which is just as interesting as his expressions... his hand bypasses his own (substantially more needing, thanks to this display) cock to lightly wrap around his wrist, slowing his hand to a stop.]
Let me get you ready. I want to.
[Never going to learn, otherwise. Should Nier agree, he'd lightly pull on his wrist, removing his fingers, and replacing them with his own slicked ones. If anything, his own move to the beat of a different drum. He's only using two, for a start- and his pace is slower. More considered. A lack of confidence, perhaps? Or embarrassment? Or maybe even faint fear, that somehow, he could hurt him?
It's all of the above. But more than any of those things, it's inexperience. But the thing about inexperience, is it's something that can be easily got over. So perhaps, if Nier's got any suggestions...]
Like this?
[Tentatively, he spreads his fingers as he pulls them out, adding his third when he presses back in.]
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it's nothing nier's ever quite seen from a man. so with a nod he follows his silent command, and his fingers trail back to curl into the sheets as he aggressively bucks his hips up at an angle. he tightens around him, and body tensing before there's one joint, and then another, and nier's insides stretch and warm before a gasp of pleasure escapes him. it's always jarring — letting someone is, that in. but when he relaxes, he does so quickly and passionately, as though he were welcoming cloud into himself. ]
Crook them up. [ nier says, hips still raising off of cloud's lap. ] You can go faster. And deeper.
[ cloud is careful, like a treacle running in strings from a spoon, but he doesn't have to be — so nier leans in, and his lips brush against cloud's forehead as if to reassure him. it precedes a steady tidal roll of the torso that is far from gentle; he rides his fingers as deeply as he can, letting out a juddering moan, urging him to twist and turn.
a hand molds about cloud's shoulder as it grasps for purchase, and his lower back dips with a soft pant to accompany it. the ice blue of his eyes thaw with a heady kind of desperation. ]
You can take me when you're ready, [ it's said in a gasp, but even in spite of the way he flushes and his heart races, his words are trained — as if to not overwhelm cloud. ]
But I—I need you.
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It's a reminder. A sorely unneeded one; a reminder that Nier's dying, slowly. That for all of their conversations about his death, both past and future, they're overlooking this. And normally, the thought would be enough for him to cease. They shouldn't be doing this. For many reasons- not just what was rattling around his head- but he's too far gone. Far too far gone to really think about it- to know that the small amounts of warmth present in this, in other things, are juttering out. One day, he'd just be cold.
He doesn't connect the dots. That's why he can't stop. He hates himself for it in a small sense, or at least the part of him that should know better does. But it's drowned out by need, by curiosity, by the way he tightens around his fingers, the way he shudders at each inward jab of his fingers, the way he breathily gasps into his ear and the way he groans when he does as he's asked.
He's. Lost in it, to be frank. The way Nier's responding makes his cock ache with need, abandoned, ignored- every nerve in his body screaming for it to be paid some form of attention. But even then- it's overlooked. Mostly because he doesn't want to stop what he's doing. He doesn't want to force Nier to stop riding his hand. The way his torso moves is too entrancing, the noises he's making are too ...nice, and-
His hand does slow when he feels his lips press against his forehead. He was that lost, that gesture's of some surprise, even. And he blinks- looking upward. He doesn't have to think before he responds.]
I need you too.
[He adjusts himself then; his spare hand moving toward the abandoned bottle. His occupied one moves slowly again- carefully now, as he removes his fingers- prompting Nier to sit on his knees just above him as he slathers more of the fluid on his cock. It's a quick motion. More a drag of his hand than anything else- he's far more careful with wrapping his fingers around both of Nier's hips- angling himself to brush his tip against his entrance. ]
Now. I need you now.
[His hands tighten, but he doesn't press him down. Not yet.]
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there’s a pleasant burn of the thighs as they stretch further. almost intrinsically, there is a small part of him that panics at the intrusion — but nier steadies himself, and his shoulders pull back in a fluid motion before leaning in again like a curveball. this way he’s close enough to scrape his teeth against his jugular, close enough to hear the hitch in his breathing, releasing a slow pant in turn.
the beginning is uncomfortable, as it tended to be — but it does not deter him. instead his eyes flutter closed, and nier rocks into cloud with a shudder followed by a rumble of a groan. it pitches up into something more girlish, more coy at the sensation of cloud’s cock ramming up into him. as his brows tense, he grinds down against him with no mercy to spare regardless. in the pain, there is pleasure, and he swallows it down gladly in pursuit of the wildfire spreading across every inch of his skin. ]
Don’t hold back, [ he rasps, sharply meeting cloud’s gaze through narrowed eyes. they’re hard with concentration, the kind that’s edged and fine like a blade. another kiss this time, languid and slow in contrast to the quicksilver friction of their hips rolling against one another. it was a heated push and pull, one that made his very core ache for more. ]
Give me— [ a moan, interrupted by a biting of the lip. ] ...everything.
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[The feeling he gets- of tightness enveloping him, of Nier's weight bearing down on him, the slow crush of his thighs on top of his, the squeeze of his insides entirely around him- is something that.... obviously, is new to him. So much so, in fact, that the sound's out before he even realizes it. As Nier's hand pulls him closer, his own arms wrap around his torso, pulling him closer to him in turn. The sensation of his hand inching up his chest, pressing against his skin as it moves inch by inch causes him to shudder, but it's a secondary feeling. Secondary compared to their kiss. No- tertiary, compared to-
...Fuck. He's still-
He groans into his mouth, the sound muted, but deep. Heavy. He can't help but have his hips buck upward again- as far as they can against his weight anyway- his hands moving from Nier's waist to grasp both sides of his jaw after his teeth move against his throat. ...It's not a gentle action. But it's haste, rather than anger or disgust, that drives it.
...It's certainly not disgust. Not when Nier's bite does what it does, not even when a simple scrape of his teeth against his neck works in the same way, making his cock feel like it's twitching inside of him. But.]
Don't..
[His forehead presses against his. And his lips part, accepting his kiss. It's... indeed a languid thing. It's slow. But it's no less forceful than the rest of this. And it's a force he's more than happy to return. His hands snake around his shoulders again, nails pressing in- if anything- to stop him from pressing him down further.]
You don't need...
[A pant of a breath, a tremor in his voice. A push of his nails.]
...Time? You know. In case...
[Another groan. Smaller, a breath immediately after.]
...don't want to hurt you.