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NSFW SMUT - Lime x Orange - The Passionate Play
🕑 Added 2023-11-30 15:17:39 +0000 UTCLime strummed his guitar, each note a vivid reminder of his days as a band's frontman on Earth. His fingers moved with practiced ease, weaving a melody rich with nostalgia and longing. Orange's voice, coming from the doorway of the bathroom, broke through his reverie. "I still remember your gigs, you know. I was always the loudest one cheering for you, babe," he said, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and affection.
Lime looked up, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Oh, I remember you in the crowd. Hard to miss someone cheering that loudly," he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Orange chuckled, stepping closer. "Well, I had to make myself heard among all those adoring fans. Especially with all those girls swooning over you, the band's hot guitarist and singer," he added, his tone teasing yet warm. Lime's smile grew wider, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes. "Yeah, those were the days, weren't they? Girls lining up just to get a glimpse of me," he said, his voice laced with mock arrogance. "But none of them cheered as passionately as you did," Lime continued, his tone softening. He set the guitar aside and extended his hands towards Orange in a beckoning gesture. "Come here, you."
Orange walked over with a laugh and embraced Lime tightly. "I guess I was your number one fan, even back then," he said, his voice muffled against Lime's shoulder. Lime wrapped his arms around Orange, pulling him closer. "And now you're much more than that," he whispered, his voice filled with affection.
As Lime and Orange held each other in their embrace, Lime's voice was tender, "I love you, you know?" His eyes reflected sincerity and depth of feeling. Orange's reply was equally soft and heartfelt. "And I love you."
Their moment was abruptly cut short by the shrill beep of Lime's alarm. A digital display flickered to life, indicating it was time for Lime to start his scheduled tasks aboard the spaceship. Orange's face fell at the sound, his eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and playful defiance. "Why does it have to be now? Can't your tasks wait a little longer?" he whined, half-seriously. He added with a mischievous smirk, "Those tasks are so dull and boring anyway. Why don't you just skip them for today?" His suggestion was lighthearted, but it was clear he craved more time with Lime. Lime chuckled, feeling the warmth of Orange's body against his. "You know I can't just ignore them," he replied, attempting to get up. But Orange wasn't having any of it. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he playfully pushed Lime back onto the bed. "Just a few more minutes," he insisted.
Lime, caught off guard, let out a laugh but tried to sit up again. "Seriously, babe, I need to—" Before he could finish, Orange lunged at him, and the two of them began to wrestle playfully. Their laughter and mock protests filled the room as they rolled around on the bed, each trying to pin the other down. In the midst of their playful tussle, they rolled too far and tumbled off the bed, landing in a heap on the floor. They lay there for a moment, laughing heartily, enjoying the simple joy of being together.
As their laughter died down, Lime found himself on top of Orange. They locked eyes, each breath they took syncing with the other's. There was a moment of silence, a comfortable pause in which their deep bond was palpable. Slowly, Lime leaned down, his lips meeting Orange's in a kiss that was gentle yet filled with passion. The kiss was a reassurance, a promise, a silent conversation that needed no words. Orange looked up at Lime, his eyes soft and yearning. "Stay with me, just a bit longer," he whispered, the quiet intensity in his voice belying the casualness of their earlier play. Lime paused, studying Orange's earnest expression. A smile, warm and affectionate, spread across his face. "You're a bad influence, you know that? I'm going to end up in trouble because of you," he teased, but his tone was affectionate, devoid of any real concern. Orange chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But you love it," he replied playfully. "I do," Lime admitted, and then leaned in to kiss Orange again. This time, the kiss was deeper and more intense.
Their lips moved together in a rhythm that was familiar yet always thrilling. Lime's kisses were gentle at first but grew in intensity, fueled by the emotion that Orange always stirred in him. As their tongues met, the kiss evolved into something more playful and exploratory. Orange, getting lost in the moment, gently bit Lime's lip, eliciting a soft growl of approval.
As they continued to kiss, Orange's hands began to wander, playfully fumbling with the zipper of Lime's pants. The intricate fastenings of the spaceship uniform, however, proved to be a challenge. Despite his best efforts, Orange struggled to get it open. Lime, feeling the hesitant tugs at his waist, eventually pulled back from the kiss, a broad grin spreading across his face. He chuckled lightly, noticing Orange's frustration. "Having trouble there?" he asked, amusement clear in his voice. Orange huffed, a mix of annoyance and playfulness in his expression. "This stupid spaceship clothing! I'll never get used to it," he grumbled, still fumbling with the zipper. Lime's laughter filled the room, a sound warm and affectionate. He sat up slightly, giving Orange a better view, and smoothly unzipped his pants himself. As he did, his aroused member sprang free from the confines of the fabric. Orange's eyes widened slightly at the sight, any annoyance quickly replaced by a look of desire. Lime gazed down at him, his expression a mix of affection and playful challenge, silently inviting Orange to continue what he had started.
Orange sat up a bit more, his gaze fixed on Lime's exposed arousal. Without hesitation, he reached out, his hand gently wrapping around Lime's member. The sensation of Orange's touch elicited a deep, satisfied exhale from Lime, who locked eyes with Orange, a look of desire and anticipation in his gaze. Orange, confident and eager, began to explore with his thumb, gently circling the sensitive tip of Lime's shaft. His movements were deliberate and teasing, designed to elicit maximum pleasure. Lime’s breath hitched, his focus entirely on the sensations Orange was stirring within him.
Just then, another alarm from Lime's task reminder echoed in the room. It was a sharp, insistent beep, designed to be impossible to ignore. For a brief moment, Lime’s attention wavered, torn between duty and desire. But as Orange looked up at him, their eyes meeting, Lime quickly reached over and silenced the alarm, a decisive click marking his choice. "Keep going," he whispered to Orange, his voice low and husky. Orange's smile broadened at Lime's decision, a look of triumph and affection in his eyes. But then, with a teasing glimmer in his eyes he asked mischievously, "Aren't you supposed to be doing your tasks?" His hand still moving gently over Lime’s arousal. Lime let out a chuckle, finding Orange's playful defiance amusing and incredibly enticing. He reached out, his hand cradling the back of Orange's head, guiding him closer. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his shaft, signaling his heightened arousal. "No, what I really want," Lime said with a seductive edge to his voice, "is for you to continue what you've started." Orange's response was a cheeky grin before he leaned in, his tongue darting out to flick at the drop of pre-cum. "Very gladly," he whispered, his breath warm against Lime's skin.
Then, without further hesitation, Orange took Lime into his mouth, starting slowly but steadily increasing the pace. He savored the taste and feel of Lime, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head before taking him deeper. Lime’s grip on Orange’s hair was firm but gentle, careful not to push or exert too much pressure. He let out a series of low moans, each one a testament to Orange's skill. "That feels so good," Lime breathed out, his voice laced with pleasure. "Faster, please." Orange hummed in response, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. He obliged, bobbing his head faster, his movements synchronized with Lime's subtle cues and moans. As Orange skillfully attended to Lime, Lime's pleasure escalated rapidly. "I'm close," he whispered, his voice strained with arousal. In a moment of uncontrolled desire, Lime instinctively pushed Orange's head down further, his toes curling as his moans grew louder.
Suddenly, Orange changed the pace. He firmly grasped Lime's lower body, yanking his pants further down in a swift, surprising move. Lime let out a startled, confused moan, looking down at Orange with a mix of surprise and frustration. "What are you doing?" he asked, his breath ragged. With another quick motion, Orange lifted Lime and tossed him onto the bed. Lime landed with a thud, his arousal still at its peak, his body tingling with unfulfilled desire. "I was so close! Why did you stop?" Lime complained, his voice laced with irritation and confusion. But his protest was cut short as he saw what Orange was doing. Orange quickly unzipped his own pants, letting them and his boxers drop to the floor. "I need you now, Lime. Right here, right now," Orange declared, his voice thick with desire. Lime, still catching his breath, looked at Orange, his face flushed red. "But I was supposed to be the top this time. It's not fair," he stammered, his usual confidence momentarily faltering. Orange, however, was already opening a tube of lubricant. Without hesitation, he pressed the tube against Lime's entrance, squeezing it firmly, causing a generous amount of lubricant to flow inside Lime. Lime gasped, a mixture of pain and intense arousal washing over him. He began to protest again, but his words were lost in a series of moans and whimpers. Lime, overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events, covered his face with his arm, his voice coming out softer this time. "I was supposed to top..." he murmured, his protest weaker, his confident facade crumbling under the wave of sensations Orange was eliciting. Orange gazed down at Lime with an expression of deep affection, mixed with a hint of desire. "You're so cute like this," he said softly, as he gently spread Lime's legs, positioning himself at Lime's entrance.
Lime felt the tip of Orange's erection pressing against him, and as Orange slowly pushed inside, he couldn't help but whisper a soft expletive. "Shit..." The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pain, heightened by his still-throbbing arousal. As Lime instinctively reached down to touch his own aching member, seeking some relief, Orange caught his hands, holding them firmly away. "Please, let me take care of you," Orange whispered, continuing to push forward carefully, deeply, taking his time to allow Lime to adjust to the sensation. Lime's response to Orange's gentle yet insistent thrusts was a symphony of loud moans and quivering breaths. Each movement sent a wave of both pleasure and a burning sensation through his body, intensifying the experience. "Orange," he gasped, his voice trembling with each thrust. Orange, gazing down at Lime with a smile of deep affection and desire, whispered encouragingly, "You're doing so well, Lime. You feel amazing." His words were both a comfort and a catalyst, fueling Lime's arousal even further.
Blushing deeply, Lime responded to Orange's attentions by lifting his legs and wrapping them tightly around Orange's waist. He pulled Orange closer, their bodies pressing together in a heated embrace. Leaning in closer, his breath hitching with every movement, Lime whispered urgently, "Please, faster." His plea was both a surrender and a request. Orange nodded, his expression one of both love and lust. He adjusted his grip on Lime's arms, leaning forward to pin his hands them above his head. With this new position, he began to thrust into Lime with increased speed and depth, each movement more assertive than the last.
The room was filled with the sounds of their passion – Lime's moans, the rhythmic sound of skin against skin, and the soft creaking of the bed. Orange's faster, deeper thrusts drove Lime to a state of ecstasy, his body responding with an intense pleasure that bordered on overwhelming. As Orange continued, Lime felt himself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, lost in a world of sensation.
As their passionate encounter intensified, Orange shifted his approach, now holding Lime's hands securely with one of his while his other hand found its way to Lime's throbbing arousal. He began to stroke Lime with rapid, firm movements, perfectly synchronizing with his increasingly fast and rough thrusts. Lime was swept away by a tumult of sensations – pleasure mingling with pain, his body shaking and his moans growing louder with each passing second. He instinctively lifted his hips, trying to match the rhythm of Orange's hand. "You're so damn tight, and you feel incredible," Orange groaned between thrusts, his voice heavy with desire and arousal. The compliment was a fuel to Lime's fiery sensations.
Overwhelmed by the dual stimulation, Lime couldn't hold back any longer. He screamed out as an intense orgasm washed over him, his entire body trembling under the force of it. But even as he climaxed, Orange didn't stop. He continued to thrust and still held Lime's member firmly, prolonging the overwhelming sensations. Lime writhed, trying to escape the relentless pleasure that bordered on pain. "Stop, stop!" he cried out, but then his protests turned into relieved moans as Orange finally released his grip. Suddenly, Orange's face was close to his, his weight pressing down on Lime in a way that was both confining and strangely comforting. Orange kissed Lime passionately, his thrusts becoming wilder, more aggressive. Between kisses, he murmured apologetically, "I'm so close, just a bit more." His words were a mix of plea and promise. Lime could only respond with moans, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the sensations. Orange continued to move within him, each thrust deep and hard, until he too reached his climax. "Oh God," Orange exclaimed as he released, his movements gradually slowing down. With a few final, slow thrusts, Orange's motions ceased, and he collapsed onto Lime, both of them exhausted and covered in sweat.
Lime, still catching his breath, turned to Orange with a hint of irritation in his voice. "You're such an asshole," he growled, his tone a mix of annoyance and exhaustion. Orange's eyes widened in surprise and concern. He looked at Lime, his expression filled with worry and confusion. "What? Why? Did I do something wrong? Was it too much? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry—" Before he could continue, Lime cut him off with a gentle but firm kiss, silencing his rambling apologies. After a moment, Lime pushed Orange off him with a sudden movement, causing Orange to fall beside him on the bed, looking at him with a mixture of surprise and concern. Lime sat up, spreading his legs slightly. He moved his now-flaccid member to the side and touched his entrance, where Orange's semen was still trickling out. Looking at Orange with a mix of irritation and affection, Lime said, "You came inside me. Now I have to shower and I'll be even later starting my tasks." Orange's eyes held a look of guilt as he responded with another apology. But Lime cut him off again, his face turning red as he whispered, "I don’t regret a single second of it, though." He gave Orange a small, affectionate smile. Orange's face lit up with a relieved and happy smile. "That makes me happy," he said, his tone sincere and filled with affection.
Lime then stood up, reaching down to pick up his pants from the floor. As he did, Orange lit a cigarette, watching Lime with a grin. He couldn't help but notice how Lime's movements caused the semen to run down his legs. The sight was both amusing and deeply satisfying for Orange. Lime noticed Orange's gaze and, with a hint of playfulness, snatched the cigarette right from his mouth. He took a deep drag, exhaling slowly and deliberately, his eyes locked with Orange's. The smoke curled between them. Orange watched, a smile spreading across his face, clearly amused and captivated by Lime's boldness. There was something thrilling about this side of Lime, something that always kept Orange on his toes. Then, with a serious yet teasing tone, Lime looked straight at Orange and said, "Next time, I'm the top. Or else, I might just cut off your dick." His words were playful, but there was a hint of dominance in his voice that made Orange gulp nervously. Holding the cigarette between his fingers, Lime turned and walked toward the bathroom. He slammed the door shut behind him, leaving Orange alone in the room.
Orange lay back on the bed, letting out a laugh. He was still reeling from the intensity of their encounter and Lime's sudden display of assertiveness. "That's my baby, sweet and dominant," he mused to himself, his thoughts lingering on Lime's words and actions.
