Sin Dreams

[othellovonryan]

Maybe or may not be canon, will be determined Later

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[othellovonryan]

[His own eyes darken, a churr rumbling in his throat. He can smell her interest. Even with her flustered words that don't sound near enough like a protest to give much mind. She could kick and hit him 8f she wanted, but instead her scent is stronger, pulse thrumming under his thumb.]

[He rubs a slow circle at her wrist, his other hand running up along her inner thigh, down to her knee, and then up high, not quite touching her heat, but just barely.]

[Really, he is here to check. That is the important part, but if his pretty mate reacts like this, then he should do more. She was different, and he wanted to accommodate.]

[But first]

[He meets her eyes as he bites down hard on her inner thigh, high up, where her legs were surely to rub against each other. A place where she could constantly be reminded of his mark when she walks. There is a needy trill as he bites and sucks hard to leave a dark mark, drawing just a bit of blood.]

[bluediligence]

[ Hand. Hand, hands. A thumb rubbing circles against the sensitive skin of her inner wrist, and it might be soothing if it wasn't a little maddening. The other skimming along her inner thigh, down and then back up, close, so close, to her aching centre.

Her breath catches on a strangled, needy little sound, cutting off her protests. She can't look away. Can't move, frozen, trembling, flaily embarrassment at war with growing desperation for his touch. ]

D-Don-nie! [ From a flustered squeak to a loud cry as he bites down, teeth digging in, sucking hard, and oh fuck that's going to leave a hell of a mark, she's going to be feeling it for days, fuck it feels good, the mingled pain and pleasure short-circuiting something in her brain. There's a full body jolt, wings flapping once, twice; even her hips jerk a little, pressing up into the bite.

She shoves her free hand over her mouth, biting at her knuckles to stifle the noises trying to spill out of her, and topples gracelessly back to the ground. ]

[othellovonryan]

[Donnie grins as he sees his pretty mate falls apart, stops trying to tug him away. She presses closer and he sucks harder on that spot. Makes sure that it'll last as his hand rubs circles on her inner thigh.]

[A few moments after she topples back, he releases her leg, licking over the bite mark to help soothe the pain. Nuzzling over her thigh as his hands press her legs a bit further apart before hooking under her legs.]

[Then he moves up, to her heat, the scent strong and heady, and there isn't teasing, not when he needs to be sure about his mate. Not that he would leave her, not when she's so pretty, but it's best to temper expectations when it comes to eggs.]

[But he needs to check, opening his mouth and licking a strip over her slit, once, twice, three times before he pushes in, tongue wanting, needing to explore.]

[bluediligence]

[ She's no stranger to Donnie's bites by now. The sharp sting of fangs breaking skin, and the ache as he presses into it, holds it, long and hard enough to make a point without risking any permanent damage. The dizzying rush of pleasure that threatens to drown her; that turns her blood molten. It never fails to leave her buzzing. ]

[ Now is no different. ]

[ Except it feels like so much more with him between her legs, his mouth on her inner thigh, so close, so close, so close, and after all of the attention he's been paying to her neck — ]

[ She tries to keep quiet. Tries to keep still, quivering, almost holding her breath. Slumps back with a ragged whine as he releases her, and doesn't even — can't even — think to protest when he nudges her legs further apart. Too dazed. Too lost in the fuzz. ]

[ And then — ]

[ Tongue. Licking. Firm and soft all at once, long, wet stripes, once twice three times, no easing into it no teasing just - oh, oh fuck, oh fuck.

That's -

Oh.

Her back arches, hips pressing down except for the tiny, tremulous jolt up every time his tongue passes over her throbbing clit. ]

F-Fuck, oh, oh my god, Donnie, you — [ His tongue presses in and oh, oh god, oh god, there go her words, lost in an honestly kind of hilarious cry that might've been a squeak, a yelp, and a moan all at once. Her wings flap, slapping against the grass, and she grabs for one of his shoulders, her legs flailing just a little — she doesn't kick at him, but there sure are some kickies going on ]