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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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.]