quatrain: PB is baekhyun from exo (rectangle mouth)
王河明 / wang he ming ([personal profile] quatrain) wrote in [community profile] drear2018-03-21 03:14 pm

'cause my wheels never touch the road

In the living room of the charming suburban house they've been given to live in, He Ming is possibly more excited than he ever has been in a living room before. They had to move some of the furniture out of the way to make room. The rug's been rolled up and set aside. Like a bat, Cehd'ra said, and He Ming wonders if it'll be bigger, smaller, or a different color than a bat he's seen before. A bat from another world must be different.

"I'm ready!" he says, before going to perch on the arm of the sofa against one wall of the room. "Go ahead."

He's never seen magic before—at least not this kind of magic—so when the spell begins to diverge from normal, he has no idea. He Ming simply blinks in surprise when the summoning finishes and he sees in the center of the circle a being that's over twice his size with a bulky central body and dozens of teeming, squirming tentacles extending from it that are already beginning to spread out and feel around for its bearings.

"That doesn't... look like a bat."
stabbersinyerfambles: (peace)

[personal profile] stabbersinyerfambles 2018-07-05 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
The fact that either of them are still in the mood for this, even after a night and then some of rest, is a surprise to Cehd'ra. Or rather, it's a surprise from him, not as much from He Ming now that he thinks about it. The warm press of his hand, circling and then sliding down his torso, makes his stomach flip and warmth spread through from his core. The miqo'te's eyelids flutter open, tipping his head back and letting his ears flick against He Ming's chest.

He can say no. He Ming will listen if he does. It's a reassuring thought...even if Cehd'ra doesn't think he wants to disappoint.

"Please do," he murmurs, reaching to cover both of He Ming's hands now with his own, helping to guide the other lower to brush his fingers over his still soft cock.
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[personal profile] stabbersinyerfambles 2018-07-08 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mnh, 'like that," Cehd'ra groans at the soft touches, so gentle and the sensations barely more than teasing. It means some coaxing is needed on He Ming's part to get him hard, his cock slowly warming to the touches and building up to a pleasant ache. "That feels perfect."

He trusts He Ming enough to let go, reaching up and behind him to comb through the man's hair, hips rocking slowly as he lets himself get hard. He doesn't exactly want to move, happy to continue being spooned and touched like this, but it feels a little selfish...

"Do you want my hands too? Or I could turn around, 'give you my mouth..."
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[personal profile] stabbersinyerfambles 2018-07-12 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Not only does moving mean a temporary hold being put on some of those touches, but it means actually moving when that's the last thing his body wants to do. Cehd'ra nods his assent with a groaned hum, turning the motion into a stretch to limber himself up a bit. He Ming's kisses are all the encouragement needed, ear flicking before he turns and rolls first onto his stomach and then with another towards He Ming.

"Is this better?" he asks, hands already reaching between them. There are definite benefits to having made himself move. Now he can kiss He Ming back, pressing a few nuzzling kisses along the man's collarbone as his hands rub down over his hips.

Getting his hands on He Ming's cock, returning the favor and letting their legs tangle together... The spooning was nice but this is just as good, Cehd'ra wouldn't mind staying like this for the rest of the day either.
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[personal profile] stabbersinyerfambles 2018-07-15 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Cehd'ra's first instinct to He Ming's complaint is to offer another apology. It is his fault they're both sore... The praise that follows surprises him and keeps the apology stuck in his throat. The miqo'te bows his head as He Ming kisses it, closing his eyes as a warmth fills him that has nothing to do with what He Ming's hands are doing. Though that is also nice.

"He Ming," he moans, soft and plaintive and touched, unsure how to articulate it beyond doing as much as he can to make the other feel just as good. Cehd'ra kisses his chest and then higher, licking at the exposed throat before dragging his teeth lightly over the skin. All of it, every touch and kiss, is so terribly gentle. Fingertips circle the smooth head of his cock, rubbing over the slit and smearing the precome that produces, polishing his cock with his palm while his tail gives a more eager flick behind him.
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[personal profile] stabbersinyerfambles 2018-07-18 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Neither of them are in any rush but neither are they looking to draw things out. Whatever happens, happens and that's fine as it's still at a pace of their choosing. Cehd'ra hums an answer to He Ming's request, cupping the head with his palm and rubbing around and around while the other runs fingers up and down the shaft. There's lotion nearby but sadly not nearby enough that Cehd'ra could reach it without a lot more moving around. Hopefully these careful touches will be enough...He Ming's making sounds like they are.

"Are you getting close?" Cehd'ra asks quietly, following the question with another nipping kiss to his throat. "Go ahead, we can have my turn after..."
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[personal profile] stabbersinyerfambles 2018-07-22 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Do it," he murmurs, almost purring...there is a low rumble building in his chest as He Ming gives in and spills into his hand. Cehd'ra's own cock twinges in empathy, the scent enough to make him moan as he lifts his hand up to his mouth to lick it clean.

"Mnh..." He reaches, draping his other arm over He Ming's middle and pulls their bodies together in a careful embrace. The events of yesterday are fading under the simple haze of sex. There will come a time when they won't be ignored so easily but for now this is good. Reaffirming with each other that they're both just fine for all they've been through.
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[personal profile] stabbersinyerfambles 2018-07-30 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
He wasn't trying to distract He Ming, he wanted that pleasure and he still does. But the chance to hear him make those sounds and earn such sweet words of praise is always worth pursuing. Cehd'ra melts into He Ming's kiss, curving up against the other's body leaving just enough space for He Ming to reach between and touch.

"Ha...'love the taste," he smiles before getting back to kissing and letting slip a sharper moan at the teasing nail. "He Ming..."

He follows after the cupping hand with a few quick and fervent bucks of his hips, grinding lightly into his relaxed grip. It's such a good tease...
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[personal profile] stabbersinyerfambles 2018-08-07 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Given something to rut into and with He Ming's heady encouragement Cehd'ra is quick to lose himself. Rocking his hips, whimpering at each teasing press into He Ming's palm and gritting his teeth as his nails draw sensitive lines along the underside, the lingering aches from yesterday slip from his mind as he falls into the pursuit of pleasure.

"He Ming, He Ming..."

Finally those rhythmic motions begin to falter, Cehd'ra reaching down and closing those teasing fingers around his cock as he gets close, fucking their hands until he comes with a sharp gasp and shudder.