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I - Intimacy (Spicy)
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I - Intimacy
Milo - “You get scared of this, don’t you.”
Milo was mid thrust when I posed the question. He paused, arms shaking as they bracketed either side of my body, hair flopping in front of his face. “Say that again, darlin’?” His cheeks were pink, the freckles standing out across the bridge of his nose.
With my free hand, I reached up and cupped his face. “You never open your eyes during sex,” I told him. “Most of the time you like fucking me from behind or me doing you from behind. You don’t like to make eye contact if you can help it.”
“We’re really having this discussion now?” He was close. Very close. I could feel it in the little twitches of his hips.
“I want to try watching each other cum,” I told him, squeezing him for emphasis.
His eyes widened, breath shortening. “Darlin’, I don’t – “ he was cut off with a groan as I rolled my hips against his. I didn’t stop at just once either. I set a fast, punishing rhythm that had him merely hovering above me, taking everything I gave. When his eyes began to flutter, I traced my thumb across his cheek, reminding him to keep his gaze on me.
“You can,” I whispered. “I want you to.”
Something strange washed over his face and for a moment, I thought he would protest. But instead, he began his thrusts again, eyes open and locked with mine. Each dip of his hips was low and deep, his body coated in sweat as he pinned me to the mattress with pleasure. He didn’t blink, though, and I returned his gaze. I could feel my heart ratcheting in my throat. That familiar heat beginning to coil between my legs. Milo was shaking, the hands braced on either side of me itching to take my body close to his. Suddenly, he sat up, pulling me with him, sitting me firmly in his lap. I began bouncing up and down, driving our rhythm faster as he gripped me tight, our foreheads pressed together.
“Talk to me,” I told him.
A broken whine escaped him. It was taking everything in him to simply not close his eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
I smiled at him. “So are you.” When we both came, it was with our eyes open, no barrier between us. After, we held each other until the shaking stopped.
Belladonna - “We do not have to do this,” I told her.
Irritation clearly was written across her face as she placed the silk blindfold in my hand. “Intimacy is about trust, is it not? I am proving to you that I trust you. No other has ever blindfolded me before.”
“But what I’m saying is I don’t need the proof.”
“You trust me every day to let me feed from you. I need to show you that I trust you as well. Now, fuck me.”
I rolled my eyes a little, wondering if this is what she thought intimacy actually was. Or if this was just the precursor of nerves. Either way, I leaned over her, tying the silk around her eyes. She lay naked on the bed, surrounded by plum colored sheets, her hair spilling out around her.
“Comfortable?”
She took a deep breath in before pushing it back out. “Yes. Now. Do what you want with me.”
I ran my fingers down her chest, circling her nipples, watching as they grew hard against the pads of my fingers. I grazed against the black ink on her chest, dipping my fingers lower to brush across her brown curls between her legs, feeling a dampness begin to spread. She remained still, however.
“Aren’t you going to get on with it?” she asked.
“No,” I told her gently. “I’m not fucking you tonight.” I had to grab her hand to keep her from taking the blindfold off. “Tonight, I just want to touch you. Talk to you.”
“Dear heart–”
“Trust me, Bella. Please.”
She didn’t say anything after that. Her body was tense as she lay on the bed, letting my hands wander. I mapped out every inch of her pale flesh, watching as goose pimples rose and her stomach sucked in with each pass near her navel. Inch by inch I felt her body relax as my fingers played across her skin, grazing across her belly, the dip in her thighs and the swell of each breast. She shivered under my touch, lips parting and fangs growing at her own arousal, but she trusted me. Trusted me to just be like this with her. To relish the sight of her body and nothing more.
I leaned forward, placing a kiss on each breast, my tongue coming out to flick across her piercing. “I love you,” I told her. “You are so beautiful. So perfect. Thank you for this.”
I noticed a slight nod, the silk of her blindfold wetting at each corner. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I vowed I never would.
Gabriel - No sound passed between us. The rain had woken us in the dead of night, coming down in a torrent against the roof. The window had been open and a gust of cold wind had spread across our bare skin. Gabriel had gotten up, padding across the room to close the window and draw the curtains. When he had slipped back into bed, he curled against me for warmth.
My lips sought his in the dark. The soft satin of his tongue slipped against my own as we breathed against each other, gently exploring the others mouth with barely there sighs. There was a pliant laziness to his touch, his mind was still half asleep. As he pulled me flush against him, I felt heat begin to lick my insides, warming my from my core. His cock was hard against my thigh, sticky and hot as it dragged across my skin.
Hands on my hips, he rolled to his back, taking me with him. I was draped across his body, lit only by a sliver of the moon from outside. The rain provided a steady drum as we began to drive our hips together. He slipped inside me moments later, his mouth opening in a wordless gasp. I felt myself being stretched as I adjusted to his size. Gabriel was nothing but kind and patient, however, running his fingers up and down my back. Soothing me long after the ache faded to pleasure.
It was a quiet dance that night. One that was made from two souls joining. Our cheeks pressed together, our ragged pants heard only by our own ears. He clung to me as he arched upwards, gasping in pleasure. I could feel the sticky wetness of both of us pooling on my thighs. I wanted more of him. I wanted to be consumed by him. The night sky could swallow the two of us hole and I would gladly spend the rest of my days, sleeping among the stars within his arms. Our rhythm grew faster and faster, our hearts beating in quickened steps, and as thunder echoed across the sky, we released, tumbling into each other again and again until there was nothing left.
Malcolm - Malcolm buried his face in my neck, clinging to me as I pumped my fingers in and out of him. It was a rare occasion that he wanted to be penetrated, preferring everything but that, but tonight, he had climbed into my lap, straddled my hips, and asked me. I kissed him soundly, the two of us working his clothes from his body. He was draped across me naked, wet between his legs. When I had slipped my fingers inside of him, both of us let off a heady moan.
I leaned back a bit now, watching as I pushed in and out, my fingers coming back slick. He made a sound of protest, fingers tightening on the back of my neck.
“Shh…” I told him. “I love looking at you down there.”
There was something so sensual about it. The muscle that he packed on his body. The scars that littered his skin, interlaced with different tattoos. Malcolm was all hard planes and deep, intense eyes. The softness between his legs, the wet curls that hid him from me, and the way his walls gripped my fingers, that turned me on to no end.
“Want another one?” I asked.
He pulled back. “Yeah. I think so.”
“Good.” I pushed a third finger in him, the two of us watching as I bent my wrist, flexing inside him. He grunted but ground down against the palm of my hand, seeking more friction. “I wish I could draw,” I told him. “I want to capture you looking like this.” His head was thrown back, the scars on his chest on perfect display. He couldn’t open his eyes, however. Still not used to it. “You really are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, Malcolm. Every inch of you I want to worship.” I scissored my fingers, watching his breath hitch. “I’m so glad you’ve trusted me to do this for you. To see you like this. You’re such a gift, Mal.”
His entire body shuddered as he let out a soft sigh, coming all over my fingers. I kept up my movement, coaxing more of his release, until he was boneless against me. When I tried to move my fingers out of him, though, he caught my wriest, holding it tight, wordlessly asking me to stay. Just a few more minutes.
So I did.
Hazel -
“You might be the kinkiest person I know.”
Hazel giggled as I lay flat on my back, covered in sweat and bruises. Next to us was a dildo far bigger than necessary, three vibrators, a flogger, and several fuzzy handcuffs. Hazel had surrounded herself with them like she was in the middle of some sort of ritual, rolling dice with me to see who would use what on whom. The end result was the two of us wrung out sexually, covered in fluids that were growing flaky and sticky, while also retaining the hidden desire for so much more.
“I was single for a lot of years,” she said. “I have a lot of making up to do in the sex department.”
I reached for her, pulling her to my side. The swell of her breasts pushed against my arm and all I wanted was to lean forward and suck each firm nipple to hear the way she begged again. “It feels different with you, though. Not like kinky sex, more like…”
“Love making?” She asked, a blush touching the apples of her cheeks. She had opened my ass up with a dildo and had sucked a hicky on my neck only an hour ago, but the idea of making love caused her embarrassment..
“Yes,” I told her, kneading the swell of her hips.
“It is,” she told me. “Just because we do something kinky, doesn’t mean it isn’t intimate. Love making comes from a place of intimacy, and intimacy comes from a willingness to be vulnerable with your parter. To trust them. I feel that with you every second we are together. I can open myself up to you. Be who I actually am without fear of judgment. And in return, you can do the same. I hope, at least.”
Leaning forward, I captured her lips in a deep kiss, my body begging for more. “I do,” I told her. “There is no one else I could be like this with.”
She smiled. “And it makes the orgasms that much better. So, I say we keep doing it.” Reaching over, she got the double ended dildo and raised her brow. “Shall we?”
Comments
Grey Jaffe
I can relate to Mal with not wanting to be receiving of penetration, more so with that specific part of my body. It's... it's very mixed feelings on that part of myself.
Zinnia Demitasse
I'm sending you all the hugs!
Avery
My transmasc self with intimacy issues who struggles to look people in the eye really got hit in the emotions with Milo and Mal's snippets this time 🥺 don't me over here getting misty eyed (in a cathartic good way) over smut
