"Let's get you good and comfortable," Taliesin says, hinting for you to move and lie back against the pillows. You go, fast and willing, and within a few moments of you finding a comfortable position somehow your pants and panties both are on the floor and he's belly-down between your legs.
For some reason you're fixated on the fact that you've never seen his hair from this angle before and you start giggling. Though you can feel his breath right there on you, Taliesin lifts his head.
"What?"
"I just usually see your hair front-on," you answer with another giggle.
Taliesin laughs in return, and then takes one of your hands, guiding it to the stiff-soft comb of hair. "Go ahead."
"What?" You know what, but you're surprised.
"Touch. Play." His smile gets wider. "Pull."
And pull you do, as without further delay his mouth descends upon you, tongue lapping over your already very wet smooth skin, delving between your folds and finding your clit. He draws the hard little bud between his lips and sucks, and you scream just at that, ass lifting off the bed.
He's quick to pin you down, hands on your hips gripping hard enough to leave bruises, and you can feel the slight stubble on his chin and upper lip, he's pressed so close against you. But it's a minor sensation compared to the way he's licking and sucking at you as though his life depends upon getting you off.
He is totally going to get to live if that's the case.
It's on you in an instant, going from intense to overwhelming, making you scream again. You only get louder when not only does he keep licking you through it, he takes one hand off your hip and slips two fingers inside you, crooking them back toward himself in a come-hither motion that sees your nails dig into his scalp and your whole body shudder with release.
"Do you need a moment?" Taliesin asks, lifting his head enough so you can hear him. His lips and chin are wet.
You swallow hard, and when you speak your voice comes out raspy. "I think I'll let you decide that."
"Oh, you're fun." And he dives back down, but this time slow and gentle, the fingers inside you just barely moving to play a soft pattern that makes you feel dizzy, while his tongue explores every bit of you that he can reach given your death-grip on his hair.
It's not long before you're making small sounds of wanting, because as amazing as slow and soft and gentle feels, you need more. You feel him laugh against you before he lifts his head again.
"Wanting something?"
"More."
"More what?" His fingers suddenly push deeper inside you, drawing a choked gasp from your throat. "More this?" He ducks his head to lick you swiftly. "More this?"
"Yes. Both. Please."
"Well, sweetheart, since you asked so nicely..."
It's hot and it's rough and it's perfect. You're pretty sure if it weren't for his steadying hand on your hip you'd do some kind of damage to his nose. You're hoping like hell that the rooms either side of yours are currently unoccupied, with what little of your brain allows you to contemplate the social niceties of not making so much noise that someone bangs on the wall.
Then he's got three bunched fingers inside you and you stop thinking altogether.
You only start thinking again when you feel the tap of an open bottle of water against your lips. You scoot up the bed a little and let him give you it sip by sip. His hand on the back of your head is comforting and thrilling at the same time, especially when he tugs lightly on your braid.
"Mmmmh. Don't worry, Percival, this isn't a one-way transaction," you say in your best Gilmore voice, and he laughs and kisses you. You can taste yourself on his lips, then on his tongue as he deepens the kiss. You take the opportunity to slide your hands up under his t-shirt and tug it upward; the two of you separate long enough to get it off and throw it aside and then his bare chest is pressed against yours and you can let your hands roam the smooth skin of his back.
You take the initiative for a moment, rolling the two of you over, and Taliesin makes a surprised noise that's quickly backed up by a pleased moan as you press against him once more. You can feel him hard through his jeans and roll your hips to rub against him, and his eyes close. Your mouth finds his mouth again and then the side of his neck, and his hands grab your ass, pulling you harder against him.
"Good girl... oh, that's lovely."
You back off of him, not wanting to go, but knowing you have to in order to take the next step, which is getting the jeans off him. At some point he must have kicked off his shoes; you efficiently drag his mismatched socks off with his jeans. He's wearing purple satin boxers under them, a dark wet spot on the front, and you put your mouth over that spot, inhaling the smell of him. A little sweaty from a long day, but mostly just the scent of man and desire. He groans when you do it, and again when you tease your tongue through the opening of his boxers and lick over what you can reach of his cock. One hand comes down to grip your braid close to your head and you acknowledge it by obediently pressing further in, able with a little maneuvering to get his cockhead into your mouth.
"Oh, fuck."
You peek up for a second to see him lying back against the pillows, eyes half-lidded, mouth half-open, his free hand on his chest pinching one hard brown nipple as though he doesn't even know he's doing it.
You spread the opening of his boxers wider, flicking open the single button with ease, and take him deeper into your mouth. Whatever bitterness there might have been from a day of running around the con and not exactly having time to take a shower just in case he happened to find someone who took his fancy to seduce is gone in mere seconds as the stronger, salt taste of pre-come floods your tastebuds. You make a general mmmm, yum sound and the hand in your hair tightens further.
One hand closing around his shaft, the other braced on the bed as you crouch over him, you let his cock push in along your tongue, finding out how much you can take without it being uncomfortable. It turns out to be more than you thought, not least because when you do it his body shakes and you can't resist pushing yourself a little further. Your tongue traces the long vein on the underside and you hear him practically purring with pleasure.
"Such a sweet mouth..."
He loses words like sweet when you take him all the way in, swallowing hard when his cockhead pushes at the back of your throat. You feel rather than see his hand leave his chest and fist into the quilt. His other hand, the one in your hair, grips even tighter and you draw a breath through your nose before beginning to suck him in earnest. With his whole cock filling your mouth you can cup his sac, palm rubbing over the coarse curls of hair before squeezing lightly. It's his turn to lift his ass almost right off the bed, nearly gagging you for a second before you adjust, gulping quick and hard, tongue playing along the heavy hot length of him.
"Fuck, darling, you're so good. So dirty."
You give him a low moan that you don't at all have to fake and he loses his words again, gasping and shaking.
As much as he clearly loves what you're doing to him, after no more than a couple of minutes he tugs lightly at your braid, urging you to lift your head. He looks wild-eyed, cheeks and neck and chest flushed red.
"That's not how this ends. Come up here." He's already moving to sit upright against the pillows and it takes you a second to catch up. "Come sit on my lap, sweetheart."
Neither of you are so far gone that you neglect safety at this point; he has a condom in his wallet, retrieving it from the nightstand. Watching him pause to put it on, biting his lip a little in concentration as he rolls and strokes the glossy latex down over his cock, is oddly arousing.
When he's ready you move to straddle him face to face, but he stops you with a hand on your thigh. "No, darling. You face the foot of the bed."
"But I want to see you."
Taliesin touches your cheek very lightly. "You will see me. This is only the beginning." His voice hardens. "Now turn around."
You turn, settle yourself astride his lap, and when you feel the tip of him teasing at your entrance you know why it's best to obey. He has one hand on your belly, steadying you; the other between your legs, sliding his cockhead back and forth along your slick heat. To have him so close is frustrating, and you whimper, trying to take him into you.
"Ah, ah. Ask me for it. Say, 'Please, Taliesin'."
"Please, Taliesin."
"Good girl. Now say, 'Please, Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the Third'."
"That--I--"
He presses his cockhead firmly against your clit. "Go on." You can hear the amusement in his voice. "You can do it."
"Tal--Taliesin, I can't." Your legs are shaking and you squirm in vain to get him inside you.
"Sure you can." He lightly bites the back of your shoulder. "It's okay to have a little fun with fucking."
Fun is questionable at this particular moment in time, but fucking resonates with you, and you know he's serious, that if you reel off his character's name, then he'll give you what you're by now desperately craving.
"Please, Percival Fredrickstein--"
He lifts his hips just a touch, nudging against your entrance.
"--shit--Von Musel--oh god--"
You mangle pronouncing Klossowski but that's okay because you can feel him poised and ready, even as he's laughing at this bit of silliness. Your own laughter joins his as you realize yeah, okay, this is kinda fun.
You finish, "--de Rolo the Th--god, fuck!" as he finally, finally pushes up into you, thick and solid, filling you up. The hand that was guiding his cock against you finds your clit and oh yeah you definitely get the appeal of this position now. His other hand moves up from your belly to cover one of your breasts, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and all you can do is lean your back against his chest and let yourself be taken on the ride.
Make Them Gold, Taliesin/You, NC-17, 4/?
For some reason you're fixated on the fact that you've never seen his hair from this angle before and you start giggling. Though you can feel his breath right there on you, Taliesin lifts his head.
"What?"
"I just usually see your hair front-on," you answer with another giggle.
Taliesin laughs in return, and then takes one of your hands, guiding it to the stiff-soft comb of hair. "Go ahead."
"What?" You know what, but you're surprised.
"Touch. Play." His smile gets wider. "Pull."
And pull you do, as without further delay his mouth descends upon you, tongue lapping over your already very wet smooth skin, delving between your folds and finding your clit. He draws the hard little bud between his lips and sucks, and you scream just at that, ass lifting off the bed.
He's quick to pin you down, hands on your hips gripping hard enough to leave bruises, and you can feel the slight stubble on his chin and upper lip, he's pressed so close against you. But it's a minor sensation compared to the way he's licking and sucking at you as though his life depends upon getting you off.
He is totally going to get to live if that's the case.
It's on you in an instant, going from intense to overwhelming, making you scream again. You only get louder when not only does he keep licking you through it, he takes one hand off your hip and slips two fingers inside you, crooking them back toward himself in a come-hither motion that sees your nails dig into his scalp and your whole body shudder with release.
"Do you need a moment?" Taliesin asks, lifting his head enough so you can hear him. His lips and chin are wet.
You swallow hard, and when you speak your voice comes out raspy. "I think I'll let you decide that."
"Oh, you're fun." And he dives back down, but this time slow and gentle, the fingers inside you just barely moving to play a soft pattern that makes you feel dizzy, while his tongue explores every bit of you that he can reach given your death-grip on his hair.
It's not long before you're making small sounds of wanting, because as amazing as slow and soft and gentle feels, you need more. You feel him laugh against you before he lifts his head again.
"Wanting something?"
"More."
"More what?" His fingers suddenly push deeper inside you, drawing a choked gasp from your throat. "More this?" He ducks his head to lick you swiftly. "More this?"
"Yes. Both. Please."
"Well, sweetheart, since you asked so nicely..."
It's hot and it's rough and it's perfect. You're pretty sure if it weren't for his steadying hand on your hip you'd do some kind of damage to his nose. You're hoping like hell that the rooms either side of yours are currently unoccupied, with what little of your brain allows you to contemplate the social niceties of not making so much noise that someone bangs on the wall.
Then he's got three bunched fingers inside you and you stop thinking altogether.
You only start thinking again when you feel the tap of an open bottle of water against your lips. You scoot up the bed a little and let him give you it sip by sip. His hand on the back of your head is comforting and thrilling at the same time, especially when he tugs lightly on your braid.
"Mmmmh. Don't worry, Percival, this isn't a one-way transaction," you say in your best Gilmore voice, and he laughs and kisses you. You can taste yourself on his lips, then on his tongue as he deepens the kiss. You take the opportunity to slide your hands up under his t-shirt and tug it upward; the two of you separate long enough to get it off and throw it aside and then his bare chest is pressed against yours and you can let your hands roam the smooth skin of his back.
You take the initiative for a moment, rolling the two of you over, and Taliesin makes a surprised noise that's quickly backed up by a pleased moan as you press against him once more. You can feel him hard through his jeans and roll your hips to rub against him, and his eyes close. Your mouth finds his mouth again and then the side of his neck, and his hands grab your ass, pulling you harder against him.
"Good girl... oh, that's lovely."
You back off of him, not wanting to go, but knowing you have to in order to take the next step, which is getting the jeans off him. At some point he must have kicked off his shoes; you efficiently drag his mismatched socks off with his jeans. He's wearing purple satin boxers under them, a dark wet spot on the front, and you put your mouth over that spot, inhaling the smell of him. A little sweaty from a long day, but mostly just the scent of man and desire. He groans when you do it, and again when you tease your tongue through the opening of his boxers and lick over what you can reach of his cock. One hand comes down to grip your braid close to your head and you acknowledge it by obediently pressing further in, able with a little maneuvering to get his cockhead into your mouth.
"Oh, fuck."
You peek up for a second to see him lying back against the pillows, eyes half-lidded, mouth half-open, his free hand on his chest pinching one hard brown nipple as though he doesn't even know he's doing it.
You spread the opening of his boxers wider, flicking open the single button with ease, and take him deeper into your mouth. Whatever bitterness there might have been from a day of running around the con and not exactly having time to take a shower just in case he happened to find someone who took his fancy to seduce is gone in mere seconds as the stronger, salt taste of pre-come floods your tastebuds. You make a general mmmm, yum sound and the hand in your hair tightens further.
One hand closing around his shaft, the other braced on the bed as you crouch over him, you let his cock push in along your tongue, finding out how much you can take without it being uncomfortable. It turns out to be more than you thought, not least because when you do it his body shakes and you can't resist pushing yourself a little further. Your tongue traces the long vein on the underside and you hear him practically purring with pleasure.
"Such a sweet mouth..."
He loses words like sweet when you take him all the way in, swallowing hard when his cockhead pushes at the back of your throat. You feel rather than see his hand leave his chest and fist into the quilt. His other hand, the one in your hair, grips even tighter and you draw a breath through your nose before beginning to suck him in earnest. With his whole cock filling your mouth you can cup his sac, palm rubbing over the coarse curls of hair before squeezing lightly. It's his turn to lift his ass almost right off the bed, nearly gagging you for a second before you adjust, gulping quick and hard, tongue playing along the heavy hot length of him.
"Fuck, darling, you're so good. So dirty."
You give him a low moan that you don't at all have to fake and he loses his words again, gasping and shaking.
As much as he clearly loves what you're doing to him, after no more than a couple of minutes he tugs lightly at your braid, urging you to lift your head. He looks wild-eyed, cheeks and neck and chest flushed red.
"That's not how this ends. Come up here." He's already moving to sit upright against the pillows and it takes you a second to catch up. "Come sit on my lap, sweetheart."
Neither of you are so far gone that you neglect safety at this point; he has a condom in his wallet, retrieving it from the nightstand. Watching him pause to put it on, biting his lip a little in concentration as he rolls and strokes the glossy latex down over his cock, is oddly arousing.
When he's ready you move to straddle him face to face, but he stops you with a hand on your thigh. "No, darling. You face the foot of the bed."
"But I want to see you."
Taliesin touches your cheek very lightly. "You will see me. This is only the beginning." His voice hardens. "Now turn around."
You turn, settle yourself astride his lap, and when you feel the tip of him teasing at your entrance you know why it's best to obey. He has one hand on your belly, steadying you; the other between your legs, sliding his cockhead back and forth along your slick heat. To have him so close is frustrating, and you whimper, trying to take him into you.
"Ah, ah. Ask me for it. Say, 'Please, Taliesin'."
"Please, Taliesin."
"Good girl. Now say, 'Please, Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the Third'."
"That--I--"
He presses his cockhead firmly against your clit. "Go on." You can hear the amusement in his voice. "You can do it."
"Tal--Taliesin, I can't." Your legs are shaking and you squirm in vain to get him inside you.
"Sure you can." He lightly bites the back of your shoulder. "It's okay to have a little fun with fucking."
Fun is questionable at this particular moment in time, but fucking resonates with you, and you know he's serious, that if you reel off his character's name, then he'll give you what you're by now desperately craving.
"Please, Percival Fredrickstein--"
He lifts his hips just a touch, nudging against your entrance.
"--shit--Von Musel--oh god--"
You mangle pronouncing Klossowski but that's okay because you can feel him poised and ready, even as he's laughing at this bit of silliness. Your own laughter joins his as you realize yeah, okay, this is kinda fun.
You finish, "--de Rolo the Th--god, fuck!" as he finally, finally pushes up into you, thick and solid, filling you up. The hand that was guiding his cock against you finds your clit and oh yeah you definitely get the appeal of this position now. His other hand moves up from your belly to cover one of your breasts, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and all you can do is lean your back against his chest and let yourself be taken on the ride.