[There's a huffed laugh, husky and low, as Lighter started to lay kisses and light nips at that exposed neck. The full moon had passed and Fire was not dominant, so the wolf instinct in him didn't demand to mate so loudly. But it didn't stop Lighter from wanting to leave some nice little marks behind.
He pressed into that touch in further encouragement. Oh how he wanted their bodies as close as possible but oh how very sexy it would be to fuck Maxima's brains out while still in the dress.]
Fuck, that's hot... [Said as he tried to shift his hips to help get his pants open and off.] Hah, I'd love nothing more. But I gotta make sure you're ready for me first.
[He gave another heated kiss on the lips before reluctantly pulling back. Just enough to shuffle through one of the nightstand drawers to see what they could use for lube. Conveniently enough, there did seem to be proper lube in it.
Before starting to slick his fingers, though, he had to hike that skirt up a little.
... And as he did he couldn't help thinking he wanted to take his time here. He wanted to admire his stunning lover. Make him feel as beautiful as he looked. Make him feel...
Anything Maxima may have worn under the skirts was pulled off in a bit of haste while he went to stroke the man and get him properly hard.]
That's good... Heh... Mnh, I'll take good care of you.
[He feels his face heat as Lighter's fingers encounter the shockingly lacy panties he's been wearing under the dress - someone at the theater told him it would be easier to slip out of his own head and into the performance if the clothing closest to his skin was a part of the character, even if no one else saw it, and the advice had proved excellent. By this point, they're stretched and tented over his swelling cock, and he groans eagerly as the fabric is pulled away, shifting his hips to help.
Even though it's what he wants, it's an effort of will to make himself lie back on the bed, to stop trying to help and guide and truly leave himself in the other man's hands. A thrill of something like eagerness and relief washes through him as he relaxes, and smiles coyly up at his lover.]
I'm all yours.
[Hearing it out loud, he knows it's truer than he meant it to be.]
Oh. [Oh, he was not expecting to feel lace. Oh that set the heat building in him into a stronger flame. This... saying finding nothing at all would be better wouldn't be fully true. This is probably the hottest thing he could find.
Maxima may feel a light breeze of swishing. Lighter's wolf tail came out as he kicked his pants off. And was wagging rapidly. Lighter barely paid it any mind and just slowly, deliberately pulled those panties down while looking deep into Maxima's eyes.
His shades were lowered, hanging just barely off his nose. His eyes weren't hidden. The lust was palpable.
But there was also adoration. Affection. A want for more that felt different from what they were about to do. Regardless of that, there was a smirk and a light biting of his lip as he looked down.]
You are.
[Said flinging the delicate undergarments away, slicking up his hands and leaning in to tease and push his fingers inside of his lover. Lighter's already gotten rid of his pants and such. As he prepared Maxima he shifted as he could to grind against those long legs so he could feel how hard Lighter was becoming.]
[He could see the way Lighter heated up further at the realization of what he was wearing, and it felt good. So did the slow drag of lace down his skin as Lighter removed them. There was something sensual about it that made him feel...desired. Cherished.
Beautiful.
He hadn't known how much he would like that until they'd arrived here, in this moment. The want in Lighter's eyes was full of more than lust, and he knew the same look was mirrored in his own. They didn't have to think about it, as long as they didn't stop, as long as they just kept going and chasing the high of whatever was happening between them.]
Lorenzo... [It was a breathy moan as he felt Lighter's cock against his thigh, hard and wanting. He had to make an effort not to roll his hips and squirm eagerly for friction, but instead he took a deep breath, let it out slowly, relaxed around the slick fingers beginning to open him up.] Mmmh, just like that...
[Just chase, rush. If they were occupied, hands and eyes and mouth and all... thinking wasn't necessary. Lighter leaned down, kissing and nipping again as close to Maxima's neck as he could get without pushing too deep too quick. With how he relaxed around his fingers, it'd be easy to do so.
But oh it felt good to seek out that sweet spot to commit to memory.]
Good boy... that's it. [His fingers curled a bit inside, and Lighter resisted looking up to see the reaction from his attention to leaving little marks. Instead soft wolf ears manifested to hear it all.
To hear his name again.]
You're bein' so good... You always make it hard not to jump you immediately, you know.
[He loved all of it, the lips and teeth gently pulling at his skin, the fingers pressing into him, the burn of his own erection begging to be touched and stroked, answered by the grind of his lover's against his leg. There was something pure and healing about just indulging their bodies and not worrying about what it all meant.
"Good boy." The words alone took hold of something at the base of his spine, the fingertips pressing into his sweet spot just an accentuation of the unexpectedly visceral pleasure that overtook every rational sense. He felt the whine that left his throat, but the sound could have been someone else's voice.]
Oh. Oh, that's... [He needed to hear it again, and again, needed to be good for this man who made him feel things he would never have imagined possible. He couldn't hold back any longer from squirming for more, begging with the arch of his spine. A single drop of clear fluid beaded at the tip of his cock and dripped slowly, obscenely, onto the bunched fabric of his skirt.] Please, Lorenzo...
Oh. [He liked that. Being called a good boy. It was just the truth, Maxima was being so, so good for him... he's always been good for Lighter.
More than he deserved.
It just made Lighter want to shower the man in praise for the entire night rather than rail him into the bed.]
Mn, y'like that do you? [Lighter was still half clothed himself just in a shirt, but his coat was already on the floor. And he set his shades aside with his free hand as the other slowly pulled out of Maxima. But not before one last insistent press against that spot just to know for certain where to hit.
As if he's not committed that to permanent memory.]
Don't worry, I won't make you wait much longer for it.
[Said while slicking his hard cock up with the lube, biting his lip again to keep the sound slightly muffled. Or maybe he just wanted Maxima to watch him and gave him a little extra to look at.
As he aligned himself to enter Maxima, he hiked the hem of the skirt up higher than before. He didn't want to completely ruin it...
or maybe he did. Maybe that was just one less thing to think about.
Either way, he pressed inside with a deep moan, leaning right into Maxima's ear to hear even the vibrations of his voice at the beginning and end.
You're beautiful.
I want
I]
Keep being good for me. [Perhaps hastily, Lighter began to thrust and rock inside of his lover while holding the dress and his upper thigh in place to hold him steady. So it made fucking him easier.]
Yes. [He liked that, being called good, being praised. He didn't want to think about why, didn't want to think about how it meant so much more coming from Lighter. Didn't really want to think at all.
Feeling Lighter's fingers slip away drew a soft disappointed sound, but his eyes immediately fixed on Lighter touching himself, canine ears straining for the wet sounds of the lube being spread.
He'd never be able to wear this dress again without remembering tonight, anyway. The sacrifice of a costume would absolutely be worth the price.
He let Lighter's touch guide them both into place, groaned softly with pleasure as Lighter's cock slid into his body, deep and thick and perfect. His lover's wonderful voice in his ear every bit of the way, until the words he purred almost short-circuited Maxima's overtaxed mind.
Keep being good for me.
He didn't arch into the movements, chase the friction, beg for more in all the nonverbal ways he'd learned to get what he wanted. Instead, he melted, relaxing further into the mattress than he would have thought possible when he was feeling wound so tight. He let Lighter's hands spread him out and find the perfect angle, trusting that his lover would take care of them both.]
[The more into the act Lighter got, the less he cared about dirtying the dress. He wouldn't tear it, or at least would try not to, but how could he not lose himself when he felt Maxima relax beneath him. Submit to him.
Let Lorenzo do whatever he wanted to him.
Fucking him like this wasn't enough. It was good but it wasn't enough. It wasn't long before Lighter pulled back slightly, taking both of Maxima's legs and lifting them higher. Spreading them apart further for that angle he wanted, that space he needed.
One would think they were shifted by how reluctant Lighter was to pull out of Maxima, but how aggressively thrust and grinded in and out to give every single inch.]
Fuck... you're so good, so good... [He let one of Maxima's legs fall to the side, still gripping the other tight to keep him steady. His other hand went to the man's hair, the long strands that fell and framed his face.
He's so damn pretty...
Then to the back of his head to grip that hair tight and go in for a kiss as filthy as he intends to make this dress. All teeth and tongue and purrs and moans that sounded like more praise...]
[Maxima moaned louder as he was lifted into a mating press, feeling Lighter's thrusts reach ever deeper inside him.]
Yes, oh, Lorenzo...
[This is what he wanted. To be desired, to be free to just indulge in sensation without worrying about what was too much, what others would see or think or need from him. Let his Lorenzo take charge and get both of them what they need.
His Lorenzo.
Before that thought could finish or follow up, Lighter's hand was in his hair, pulling his head to a specific angle, and Lighter's mouth was on his, tasting him, filling him, everything just blissfully perfect.
He hadn't even registered how close he was to the edge until he was coming, moaning helplessly against his lover's lips and shuddering with pleasure. Despite all the efforts to lift his dress, the way he's now folded nearly in half has it unavoidably stained with his release, all along the folds of the skirt and even up the bodice, the thick fluid soaking quickly into the fabric.]
There's a growling at the edge of his tone even as he kept the kiss going. A tugging at that hair, a nodding of encouragement for Maxima to just let go and tighten around his cock.]
Good... good. [He's doing so well, so well... coming like that, spilling and staining that dress and making such nice sounds. Lighter was not done quite yet, though. His pace was still relentless, he was told not to stop and he wouldn't. Not until he'd finished.
He was getting closer and closer, only the sounds of their mingling breath and flesh hitting flesh was audible to his wolf ears. It felt like it lasted longer, Lighter simply having his way with his enthusiastic lover, but it was only a few moments before he hit his own peak and finally let go. The mess he made both inside and out just dirtied up the dress more.
Who cares about the dress, though... he didn't care about anything right now. Just the one under him, just the flesh of his neck that simply demanded Lorenzo kiss it weakly as he caught his breath.]
[Time seemed to stand still for them, for a moment, the aftershocks of pleasure sparking through Maxima's body as Lighter continued to chase his own orgasm. He groaned again softly as he felt Lighter tense and hit his own peak, the rush of hot fluid filling him up.
And then it was just the sound of their breathing, cooling sweat and slowing pulses as they slowly returned back to clarity. His lover's lips at his neck and fluids soaking through the fabric of his ruined costume - still completely worth it.
He turned his head to catch Lighter's lips for one more lingering, breathless kiss. Some part of him suspected it might be the last time he could be allowed to do this, so he wanted to savor it in case it was.
Because this night had made one thing too abundantly clear to continue ignoring: he was deeply, irrevocably in love with one Lorenzo Fuentes. He just didn't know yet what he wanted to do about that.]
[It was an absent-minded reflex that had him return that kiss. Because of course he would. They've kissed so many times before this.
... Watching awareness drip back in real time, though. The warmth wasn't leaving. The different feeling. This all encompassing blanket being draped over his heart on a cold day. Something like that if he dwelled on it enough to describe it.
There's a softness in Lighter's eyes. A wonder. Only visible for a split second, something easy to second guess before he busied himself against Maxima's neck again. If he was busy he didn't have to let the thought he had sink in.
[I love you. I love you in a way I haven't let myself love anyone for so long...
He can't think of anything else to say, but he knows he can't say that. It's too much, when they'd clearly established before they first went to bed together that neither of them was looking for a long-term commitment.
So even though his heart is so full of this thought that's been building up for so long that he doesn't have room to fit anything else yet, all he can do is reach up and stroke Lighter's wolf ears with one hand, enjoy the kisses against his neck, and wonder if he'll ever be able to allow himself to say it at all.]
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He pressed into that touch in further encouragement. Oh how he wanted their bodies as close as possible but oh how very sexy it would be to fuck Maxima's brains out while still in the dress.]
Fuck, that's hot... [Said as he tried to shift his hips to help get his pants open and off.] Hah, I'd love nothing more. But I gotta make sure you're ready for me first.
[He gave another heated kiss on the lips before reluctantly pulling back. Just enough to shuffle through one of the nightstand drawers to see what they could use for lube. Conveniently enough, there did seem to be proper lube in it.
Before starting to slick his fingers, though, he had to hike that skirt up a little.
... And as he did he couldn't help thinking he wanted to take his time here. He wanted to admire his stunning lover. Make him feel as beautiful as he looked. Make him feel...
Anything Maxima may have worn under the skirts was pulled off in a bit of haste while he went to stroke the man and get him properly hard.]
That's good... Heh... Mnh, I'll take good care of you.
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Even though it's what he wants, it's an effort of will to make himself lie back on the bed, to stop trying to help and guide and truly leave himself in the other man's hands. A thrill of something like eagerness and relief washes through him as he relaxes, and smiles coyly up at his lover.]
I'm all yours.
[Hearing it out loud, he knows it's truer than he meant it to be.]
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Maxima may feel a light breeze of swishing. Lighter's wolf tail came out as he kicked his pants off. And was wagging rapidly. Lighter barely paid it any mind and just slowly, deliberately pulled those panties down while looking deep into Maxima's eyes.
His shades were lowered, hanging just barely off his nose. His eyes weren't hidden. The lust was palpable.
But there was also adoration. Affection. A want for more that felt different from what they were about to do. Regardless of that, there was a smirk and a light biting of his lip as he looked down.]
You are.
[Said flinging the delicate undergarments away, slicking up his hands and leaning in to tease and push his fingers inside of his lover. Lighter's already gotten rid of his pants and such. As he prepared Maxima he shifted as he could to grind against those long legs so he could feel how hard Lighter was becoming.]
Relax for me, gorgeous.
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Beautiful.
He hadn't known how much he would like that until they'd arrived here, in this moment. The want in Lighter's eyes was full of more than lust, and he knew the same look was mirrored in his own. They didn't have to think about it, as long as they didn't stop, as long as they just kept going and chasing the high of whatever was happening between them.]
Lorenzo... [It was a breathy moan as he felt Lighter's cock against his thigh, hard and wanting. He had to make an effort not to roll his hips and squirm eagerly for friction, but instead he took a deep breath, let it out slowly, relaxed around the slick fingers beginning to open him up.] Mmmh, just like that...
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But oh it felt good to seek out that sweet spot to commit to memory.]
Good boy... that's it. [His fingers curled a bit inside, and Lighter resisted looking up to see the reaction from his attention to leaving little marks. Instead soft wolf ears manifested to hear it all.
To hear his name again.]
You're bein' so good... You always make it hard not to jump you immediately, you know.
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"Good boy." The words alone took hold of something at the base of his spine, the fingertips pressing into his sweet spot just an accentuation of the unexpectedly visceral pleasure that overtook every rational sense. He felt the whine that left his throat, but the sound could have been someone else's voice.]
Oh. Oh, that's... [He needed to hear it again, and again, needed to be good for this man who made him feel things he would never have imagined possible. He couldn't hold back any longer from squirming for more, begging with the arch of his spine. A single drop of clear fluid beaded at the tip of his cock and dripped slowly, obscenely, onto the bunched fabric of his skirt.] Please, Lorenzo...
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More than he deserved.
It just made Lighter want to shower the man in praise for the entire night rather than rail him into the bed.]
Mn, y'like that do you? [Lighter was still half clothed himself just in a shirt, but his coat was already on the floor. And he set his shades aside with his free hand as the other slowly pulled out of Maxima. But not before one last insistent press against that spot just to know for certain where to hit.
As if he's not committed that to permanent memory.]
Don't worry, I won't make you wait much longer for it.
[Said while slicking his hard cock up with the lube, biting his lip again to keep the sound slightly muffled. Or maybe he just wanted Maxima to watch him and gave him a little extra to look at.
As he aligned himself to enter Maxima, he hiked the hem of the skirt up higher than before. He didn't want to completely ruin it...
or maybe he did. Maybe that was just one less thing to think about.
Either way, he pressed inside with a deep moan, leaning right into Maxima's ear to hear even the vibrations of his voice at the beginning and end.
You're beautiful.
I want
I]
Keep being good for me. [Perhaps hastily, Lighter began to thrust and rock inside of his lover while holding the dress and his upper thigh in place to hold him steady. So it made fucking him easier.]
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Feeling Lighter's fingers slip away drew a soft disappointed sound, but his eyes immediately fixed on Lighter touching himself, canine ears straining for the wet sounds of the lube being spread.
He'd never be able to wear this dress again without remembering tonight, anyway. The sacrifice of a costume would absolutely be worth the price.
He let Lighter's touch guide them both into place, groaned softly with pleasure as Lighter's cock slid into his body, deep and thick and perfect. His lover's wonderful voice in his ear every bit of the way, until the words he purred almost short-circuited Maxima's overtaxed mind.
Keep being good for me.
He didn't arch into the movements, chase the friction, beg for more in all the nonverbal ways he'd learned to get what he wanted. Instead, he melted, relaxing further into the mattress than he would have thought possible when he was feeling wound so tight. He let Lighter's hands spread him out and find the perfect angle, trusting that his lover would take care of them both.]
All yours. Just...don't stop-!
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Let Lorenzo do whatever he wanted to him.
Fucking him like this wasn't enough. It was good but it wasn't enough. It wasn't long before Lighter pulled back slightly, taking both of Maxima's legs and lifting them higher. Spreading them apart further for that angle he wanted, that space he needed.
One would think they were shifted by how reluctant Lighter was to pull out of Maxima, but how aggressively thrust and grinded in and out to give every single inch.]
Fuck... you're so good, so good... [He let one of Maxima's legs fall to the side, still gripping the other tight to keep him steady. His other hand went to the man's hair, the long strands that fell and framed his face.
He's so damn pretty...
Then to the back of his head to grip that hair tight and go in for a kiss as filthy as he intends to make this dress. All teeth and tongue and purrs and moans that sounded like more praise...]
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Yes, oh, Lorenzo...
[This is what he wanted. To be desired, to be free to just indulge in sensation without worrying about what was too much, what others would see or think or need from him. Let his Lorenzo take charge and get both of them what they need.
His Lorenzo.
Before that thought could finish or follow up, Lighter's hand was in his hair, pulling his head to a specific angle, and Lighter's mouth was on his, tasting him, filling him, everything just blissfully perfect.
He hadn't even registered how close he was to the edge until he was coming, moaning helplessly against his lover's lips and shuddering with pleasure. Despite all the efforts to lift his dress, the way he's now folded nearly in half has it unavoidably stained with his release, all along the folds of the skirt and even up the bodice, the thick fluid soaking quickly into the fabric.]
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Lorenzo's Maxima.
Lorenzo's mate.
His...
There's a growling at the edge of his tone even as he kept the kiss going. A tugging at that hair, a nodding of encouragement for Maxima to just let go and tighten around his cock.]
Good... good. [He's doing so well, so well... coming like that, spilling and staining that dress and making such nice sounds. Lighter was not done quite yet, though. His pace was still relentless, he was told not to stop and he wouldn't. Not until he'd finished.
He was getting closer and closer, only the sounds of their mingling breath and flesh hitting flesh was audible to his wolf ears. It felt like it lasted longer, Lighter simply having his way with his enthusiastic lover, but it was only a few moments before he hit his own peak and finally let go. The mess he made both inside and out just dirtied up the dress more.
Who cares about the dress, though... he didn't care about anything right now. Just the one under him, just the flesh of his neck that simply demanded Lorenzo kiss it weakly as he caught his breath.]
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And then it was just the sound of their breathing, cooling sweat and slowing pulses as they slowly returned back to clarity. His lover's lips at his neck and fluids soaking through the fabric of his ruined costume - still completely worth it.
He turned his head to catch Lighter's lips for one more lingering, breathless kiss. Some part of him suspected it might be the last time he could be allowed to do this, so he wanted to savor it in case it was.
Because this night had made one thing too abundantly clear to continue ignoring: he was deeply, irrevocably in love with one Lorenzo Fuentes. He just didn't know yet what he wanted to do about that.]
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... Watching awareness drip back in real time, though. The warmth wasn't leaving. The different feeling. This all encompassing blanket being draped over his heart on a cold day. Something like that if he dwelled on it enough to describe it.
There's a softness in Lighter's eyes. A wonder. Only visible for a split second, something easy to second guess before he busied himself against Maxima's neck again. If he was busy he didn't have to let the thought he had sink in.
I want to wake up next to him every day...]
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He can't think of anything else to say, but he knows he can't say that. It's too much, when they'd clearly established before they first went to bed together that neither of them was looking for a long-term commitment.
So even though his heart is so full of this thought that's been building up for so long that he doesn't have room to fit anything else yet, all he can do is reach up and stroke Lighter's wolf ears with one hand, enjoy the kisses against his neck, and wonder if he'll ever be able to allow himself to say it at all.]