teaserving | ⏪ INBOX

[Leone revels in the roughness of his throat being fucked now, and he chokes and moans until Yuri decides that's enough. Honestly, if Yuri changed in his mind and decided suddenly this was how he wanted to finish, to cum inside of Leone's throat, he wouldn't argue. He'd enjoy it, but admittedly would rather fuck Yuri proper right now, too.

As soon as Yuri pops out of his mouth, he breathes in gulps of air, staring up at Yuri as he feels the lewd smear of the cock tracing his lips. Idly, he laps at the tip of it before him, as if he wasn't quite done with it himself.

Finally, he's able to free himself at the command. Gently, he slides his fingers free from Yuri, giving him a firm grope to the ass as he goes, appreciating the pretty thing in front of him. With a grunt, he opens the front of his leather pants, letting his cock slip free at long last. It arches up, so hard that it's almost painful, already drooling eagerly.]

Good enough for you? [His voice lacks its usual edge, but hey he made an effort.]

( Yuri is working on getting his own breath back when Leone peels his trousers open to pull himself out. Goddess, but he's mouth-wateringly attractive like this: his lips a mess, his hair tousled, his cock thrusting up between folds of black leather. He's never fucked anyone like him — never fucked anyone so unapologetically himself — and Yuri squeezes his palm tight around the base of his dick before moving to shimmy out of his underwear properly. )

Goddess, yes.

( He exhales softly, momentarily lamenting the fact that he won't get to taste it himself this time. It looks thick and delicious (much like the rest of him) and he wants to lap up that drool of slick from the tip, but for the time being he's willing to content himself with another slow, easy stroke as he waits for Leone to stand. )

C'mon.

( A breathless little chuckle escapes him as he brushes lilac hair back from his face. )

If you're not inside me within about thirty seconds, I'm gonna have to take matters into my own hands.

( After all, Yuri isn't above pushing him down and riding him right there on the floor. )

[Despite how completely ruffled they both are, Yuri is still clearly in control. Slowly, Leone gets to his knees, despite the part of him mildly curious how Yuri would indeed take what he wanted. Hell, that'd be a sight to see, but right now Leone is fine with being obedient.

Leone presses up against Yuri, letting his cock slide up against the other man's thigh first, hot and prodding. Reaching down, he hikes Yuri's leg up around his hip.]

Wanna hold you while I fuck you.

[It's not a demand. He doesn't get to make those right now. Instead, he's working to line himself up, the tip of his cock rubbing against Yuri, feeling how slick and ready he is. A part of him wants to tease, but no -- he'll be good.

With a huff, Leone rolls his hips slowly, hissing when he presses the tip inside. It's still tight, there's nothing to be done about that, but it feels good to finally get that inviting heat around his cock.]

( Leone is good.

Yuri jostles a little when he pulls his thigh up to sit high on his hip, his dick twitching with anticipation as he feels the hot, heavy slide of Leone's cock between his legs. He sucks in a soft breath when he feels the glossy tip kiss his entrance, curls his hands around his biceps when he begins to push, and drops his head back on a staggered little sigh when the muscle gives and allows him to sink inside. )

Mm.

( A dazed smile settles on Yuri's lips as he slides a hand up into Leone's hair, his fingertips carding though the strands as he hikes his leg a bit higher. The other gives his bicep an encouraging little squeeze: )

Lift me.

( He leans up to catch his lips with his own, his tongue slipping into the other man's mouth in a hot, suckling kiss. )

You said you wanna hold me while you fuck me, right? So hold me.

[Leone chases after the messy kiss, nipping after Yuri's lower lip, following down his neck to bite his throat. He mutters:]

Good.

[There's a grin on his face despite how much Yuri is unquestionably in control here. At the permission granted, he's reaching down to cup the other man's ass, lifting him up against the wall.

When it comes to crazy bullshit with superpowers, Leone isn't really on that level. However, when it comes to having just brute strength, he manages just fine. He lets out a breathless laugh against Yuri, bucking up into him with one firm thrust, hips smacking against skin.]

Fuck, you feel divine.

[There's a part of him that wishes he could look right now see how well Yuri's swallowing him up, gripping him from the inside. As it is, he's hypnotized by the tight heat wrapped around him and the smooth voice commanding him.]

( Yuri likes just brute strength. It might not be something he's really put voice to before, or that he's even thought about outside of the moment, but there's something about having someone strong on their knees, or holding him up, that makes never fails to make his cock twitch. When Leone pins him against the wall Yuri moans in easy pleasure, only dimly aware of the way the light bond of Synchrony between them is beginning to deepen on his end.

Evidently, he likes this. Evidently he likes Leone — and his need for him is becoming steadily more apparent as pleasure builds low inside him. )

Yeah?

( One arm drapes around the other man's neck as he clings onto his shoulder, his thighs flexing around his hips to help bear some of his weight. Yuri's grin dazed but no less lupine as he clenches around the thick length inside him: )

Good boy.

( He kisses him again, his cock smearing wet, pearling streaks against the ridge of Leone's abdomen. It's impossible not to squirm on the spot, desperate for a little friction against the tender head of his dick, and Yuri finds himself panting against his lover's jaw as he digs little red crescents into his shoulder. )

Give me what I need, Sweet Thing, then I'll let you fuck me however you want.

[Just the hint of Synchrony feeds into itself. The need circulates between the two of them and it's oddly intense for that alone, but-- good. Really fucking good. It makes him focus on wanting to make Yuri forget anything outside of this room right now, just worry about getting off and the pleasure.

There's the briefest temptation to summon his Stand, to have phantom hands hold Yuri up or touch him, just have the additional limbs to do as he'd like-- but that's a fucking terrible idea with a guy he hardly knows. God, that'd be nice, though. Just to have that helping him along.

As it is, he lets Yuri cling to him tighter, tight as he wants, just so he can free one hand. He manages to keep Yuri against the wall, still fucking him proper.

There's a notable shudder when Yuri calls him good boy. Damn it. Yuri is really good at pressing all of the right buttons, isn't he?

Holding up his free hand, Leone licks his palm before he reaches down, wrapping his hand around Yuri, stroking him.]

You want this, bello?

( Goddess, yes, he wants it. There's something viscerally filthy about the way Leone locks his palm before reaching down between them; need pulses through him sharply as he drops his gaze to watch him take his cock in his hand. )

Uh-huh.

( When he nods it's a little frantic, like someone finally giving in to his more urgent needs after holding out for just a little too long. Don't get him wrong, Yuri acutely enjoys calling the shots during sex, but sometimes it requires him to pay more attention to keeping hold of the reins than letting himself let go and enjoy it. )

Leone—

( Of course, letting himself give in to pleasure doesn't mean he's any less observant, and he leans in to lick at Leone's lower lip before dragging his teeth over the slick-soft flesh. )

So good — fuck, you're being so good for me ...

[The praise shoots through Leone, and he feels a spark of energy bolstering him. He gives a needy groan, stealing another kiss from Yuri, mostly tongue and teeth that leaves Leone breathless. It almost feels better than outright fucking Yuri -- almost.

But he keeps working with his hand, deciding that he'd like to watch Yuri come. He's already gorgeous like this, and he must be absolutely divine when he's finishing. The image in his mind is something he wants to see in reality, so he teases for a moment, letting the palm of his hand roll over the tip before smoothing back down more urgently.]

Fuck, you're so pretty. [He growls against Yuri's mouth, giving the base of his cock a light squeeze before getting back to pumping him, his thumb smearing precum as he goes.

For as much as he'll give control over to Yuri, right now the only thing on his mind is seeing him satisfied.]

( It doesn't take particularly long once Leone gets his hand around him.

Yuri loves being fucked like this — loves it when it's rough and a little bit filthy, with bruised lips and messy tongues — and knowing that Leone is almost solely focused on making him come has his cock twitching against that spit-slick palm. Each thrust bounces him up the wall as he clings on to his shoulders and clenches around him, his eyes glassy with need, and his whole body arches against him when it finally pushes him over that edge. )

I'm— Leone, fuck—!

( His orgasm hits him from every angle, wringing out every muscle he has as his dick shudders and streaks pearly white cum against their bellies. Yuri cries out with it, his lips soft and his lashes low over his eyes, before dissolving into a series of shaky little moans as Leone continues to fuck up into him.

It's a good orgasm. No, forget that: it's the best orgasm he's had in ages, and Yuri smears his lips against Leone's in another lazy kiss as he squeezes his thighs around his hips. )

C'mon, sweetheart, give it to me.

( Panting against Leone's lips, Yuri slides a hand into the other man's hair before twisting it into a tight, sharp-pulling fist and yanking his head back. )

Fuck me like you mean it — and don't even think about pulling out.

⏪ INBOX | NOCTIUM

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject