crossmyheartandhope | Monster Bingo 3.0 Overflow

[He sucks in a breath - shudders, hard, shifting beneath Rye at even the suggestion]

J-jesus, dude. That's -

Quiet's kinda a tall order, when you really get going.

Hmmm, I think you can do it. Especially when we're alone, I'll want to hear your every sound.

But your choice. Walk back with your cock aching in this dress, or be quiet as you train my throat more now. [He nibbles over his pulse, grinding slowly.]

[He whimpers softly, as Rye continues to press in against him - rocks up into the touch, eyes half-lidded with the pleasure]

I - I dunno if I can do it.

Keep - keep quiet, I mean.

And that's why I'm giving you a choice, Hurricane. What can you take?

Otherwise, I'll just make you cum in your underwear. [Another pointed, hard grind, biting his shoulder.]

[Another whimper, louder than before. He seems to catch himself - seems to realize how loud even that was, because he flushes very dark, squirming beneath Rye's weight]

[For a long few endless seconds, he just rubs restlessly up against Rye, legs instinctively spreading wider for better friction]

[He wants Rye's mouth - wants that tight, wet heat - but it's almost too good, certainly not something he can keep quiet through. The thought of walking through the game tower still hard and aching makes him flush with humiliation - but if he picks neither, then he'll finish right here, in his underwear, and the wet spot will provide an even more obvious sign of what they've been up to]

[Finally, voice decidedly breathless (and hips still shifting restlessly to seek more friction):]

We... we should get outta here.

[Rye keeps rutting and grinding against Hurricane as he thinks. Its hard to resist Hurricane when he's like this, red and wanting and legs around him. If he said nothing, it would be so easy to grind them to completion. As is, even after he speaks, his hips keep moving with soft moans against his neck.]

When we get there, I'm bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you. Open you up for the vines you'll fill yourself with.

If you're still hard after, you're fucking my throat after.

That'll calm us down long enough for you to fill us both. Then I'm making you spill every drop of your cum in my cunt. I wanna be able to remember how it feels to be used like that for months. Which room we going to?

[At the words - or at the motion of Rye's hips - he makes another sound, breathless and wanting. His own hips are keeping up their restless quest for friction, the heat of his erection painfully evident through the gauzy cloth of the dress]

J-jesus.

That's - yeah. I wanna - yeah.

Try not to cum from me fucking you, okay? I really want you worked up, taking my throat. It feels so good when you take it like a desperate dog in heat. [He grinds his cock pointedly a few more moments, making sure he's hard, before pulling away with a soft groan.]

[He looks down, seeing the tented material as he adjusts his more fitted clothes, helping restrain his own.]

Come on, let's get to the elevator. [Gives him a pointed smirk as he opens the door and climbs out.]

[Hurricane whimpers a little, at Rye's words; it's plain to see how much they get to him, in the way his lips part and his cheeks flush deeper. It's plain to feel how much they get to him, by the way his cock gives a hopeful little twitch, there beneath the fabric]

O-oh my god. Are you trying to kill me?

[Evidently yes, because then Rye's pulling away, and Hurricane groans softly, the sound pure frustration. He shudders, and shifts, and can't help but lean in as though needing more]

[Then Rye's climbing out of the car, and there's nothing but the ache of want, and the walk through the game tower. Hurricane glances down at the bulge in the dress - flushes darker, and reaches up underneath to adjust his underwear. It's fairly tight, thankfully - has to be, to fit under his usual bodysuits without showing - and with a little adjustment, he manages to get his erection from obscene to something only just noticeable, if someone happens to be looking for it]

[Possibly he palms himself a couple of times through the fabric of the boxer-briefs, because he's already very wound up, but it's only a few, and then he's biting down on his lip and climbing out after Rye, flush all the way to his ears]

Maybe a little. [It's always a thrill to work Hurricane up, to see all the ways he can get a reaction.]

[He looks at Hurricane as he climbs out, pointedly looking down at the bulge, and then up to meet his eyes. His tail wraps around his waist, pulling him closer so get a hand around him.]

I am glad though. [He keeps his voice low.] You're cute in the dress, but it's nothing compared to when you mess up a dress. I'm excited to still get to make you ruin it.

[The flush goes darker still as Rye's gaze falls to the bulge in the dress, acutely aware that the rearranging didn't hide it entirely - shivers a little, as Rye uses his tail to draw him in closer]

[He bites at his lip - shifts his weight to one foot, and then back again]

So - so let's get outta here already.

If we run, people might notice. Wouldn't want that, right?

[He could cover them in his wings, really. And he would if he saw anyone actually noticing them. But he knows Hurricane is affected by embarrassment, so he's willing to draw out the illusion of genuine discovery.]

[So he keeps walking at a calm pace.]

Notice your dress. Might make them pay enough attention to see.

[He ducks his head, a little - keeps pace with Rye, though his gait is somewhat lopsided, compensating for the tightness in his underwear and the persistent ache of arousal]

[His flush goes a little darker, at the possibility that some might notice if they draw too much attention]

Ah - r-right.

I guess - I guess it's probly better to take it slow.

Hm, yep. Just one step after the other.

And try not to think how that breeze against you leg just means it'll be so easy to take you when we're alone. [Keeping his voice low.]

[He shivers, hard, at the reminder - bites down on his lip, and misses a step so that e can shift a little, trying to make the pressure from his own underwear more bearable]

You ain't helping, dude.

Oh, I dunno. I think I'm helping exactly the way I want. [A light pinch to his thigh.]

[His breath catches; he stutters to a stop, before he realizes that won't actually help them get out of here faster, and forces himself to keep going]

[He stutters to a stop again, almost immediately, and has to try and adjust himself through the dress, as surreptitiously as he can manage,]

You're gnna kill me.

Only a little. I'll make sure you enjoy it. [And hand drifts to an even less innocent spot.]

[His breath catches in his throat; he licks at his lips, unconsciously, and shifts again, pressing into that hand a little,]

Dude...

[He chuckles and leans closer to kissing his temple.]

Just a few more feet.

You ain't making it easy.

[Read: pulling away is very difficult right now,]

I don't want to.

[But tugging along to the elevator still.]

[Stumbles back into motion, making for the elevator]

I tell you lately you're dangerous?

Nope. So clearly I had to make up for it.

[And elevator.]

[He'll press the button, and pull Hurricane closer.]

[And with them facing the elevator-]

[He leans in to kiss his neck...and grope the bulge under the skirt.]

Wh - dude!

[It comes out as a startled hiss, almost a yelp, as want and humiliation coil through through him. His hips lurch forward into Rye's hand, even as he reaches out to hit the door close button,,,]

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom

Re: Before prom