There's a hint of a smile curving at the corners of Grey's mouth, just for a moment, quickly disappearing when he snorts and pushes a little his nose against Midnight's.
"What do you need?" he asks quietly. "Tell me."
Whatever it is that the mage needs, Grey is going to give him.
He tilts his face up, mouth hovering right against Midnight's but doesn't quite touch him. The depths of his desire are well hidden inside him but Midnight should feel them without a problem now that the tether is right there and pulsing life. Grey is barely holding back the kind of greedy heat that will easily consume the both of them if given even a little bit of leverage. His iron control is a trembling thing at his core.
It seems like such a silly question when their feelings are literally on the line between them, letting Grey know how Midnight's crawling with need under that blanket of calm that's been set over him. Midnight's chuckle isn't at all mean, though, and he shakes his head, nose bumping lightly against Grey's.
"Bit obvious, isn't it?" he asks quietly.
Lightning arcs across the sky, lighting their faces in white light for that instant, and this time Grey would feel how the magic pulses with life in response to it. Midnight shudders and presses his chest tighter to Grey's, cock pushing insistently against the pirate's belly through the borrowed shirt.
It feels as if they are heading into this hopelessly late already. Heat crawls under both of their skins and desire snaps at their heels.
"No," Grey says roughly as he shifts them forward, hauling Midnight's weight against his chest as he shifts them forward. His hand reaches outside to gather some water onto his palm before he leans forward to press the upper part of Midnight's back against the cave wall and kisses him. Hot and heavy, he pushes his tongue inside the mage's mouth with a groan that says more than a hundred words just how much he's wanted to do that for a while now.
His hand is a bit chilly as it presses against Midnight's arse, fingers slick with rain water as they press in to rub against Midnight's hole. Apparently they're done with teasing and tentative touches.
That little pucker twitches with shock at the cold touch, but Midnight's quick to calm with a plaintive moan being voiced into the kiss. His arms wind tight over Grey's shoulders, thighs clamping around the pirate's hips so he can cling on. The shirt barely protects his back against the rough wall he's held up against, but does he care?
Not one bit.
As that briefly calmed desire flares up between them again, Midnight drags one of his hands down Grey's side. Thin fingers grope and grasp possessively over the pirate's sun-kissed skin, then wriggle between their fronts, arguing with the fastenings of his pants to tear them open so he can get a handful of warm dick, please and thank you.
Somehow it feels as though they've been waiting for this moment for weeks- years, even, and Midnight's not that eager to wait any longer to feel all of Grey bared against him.
It's probably the dirtiest prep job that Grey will ever do, impatient and near desperate. His finger pushes inside the mage, spreading slick, pulling back quickly to be replaced by another finger, going in deeper, moving in and out with determination. He's so focused on opening Midnight that he barely acknowledges what the mage is doing with his pants and it's with actual bewilderment that he moans against Midnight's mouth when that narrow hand wraps around his dick.
"Gods," he whispers as he drags his mouth from Midnight's mouth to his neck, sucking kisses on the mage's heated skin.
It's like the electricity of the storm had been poured right in there between them. Pure force of a lightning cracking wherever their skins touch. The rumble of the thunder somewhere right above them, barely audible over the loud rush of the rain pouring down. Grey gasps as he shifts Midnight against him, pulling him down until their groins are somewhat aligned, achingly full cocks brushing against one another between their bodies. It's that silken touch that makes him rush with two fingers inside Midnight's ass, slowly pressing them in as he breathes heavily against the mage's neck.
Midnight mewls as those two fingers are pushed in, brow furrowing as he rocks his hips back into that hand, and then forward to grind their cocks together. His hand wraps around both their cocks with a droning moan, dropping his head forward to rest his brow against Grey's shoulder, as if it's too much effort to keep holding it up while being overwhelmed by the physical sensations given by both their hands.
As they keep going, though, Midnight finds himself turning his head and leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses and bites to Grey's throat. His ass clenches around the two fingers, but it's fast relaxing, apparently eager to get things moving along so that the cock sliding up against Midnight's might be pushed in sooner.
The voice that comes from his mouth is filthy and dripping with desire, moaned right into Grey's ear as the mage tilts his head up to bite at the pirate's earlobe. "I need you in me. Fuck- just fuck me, please-"
Any other time Grey would have insisted waiting, would have put the mage through some slow, thorough fingering before he would have been content with how loose he is. But the storm has put him on the edge as well, sharing that desperation the mage feels - it spills into him through the tether. He wows to himself that he'll go slow as he pulls his fingers out of Midnight and spits onto his palm as he hoists the mage up again. It's not going to be enough of lubricant, he knows that in his gut but maybe he doesn't care, maybe he just doesn't. It's going to get him inside this infuriating and cute as a fucking button mage now. He'll think about the rest later.
Grey tilts his chin up as he holds Midnight up against his chest while he adjusts them, their mouths brushing against one another even if neither of them has the focus to kiss each other. Grey rushes out a groan when he has himself slicked and pressed against Midnight's hole, his arm pulling the mage down insistently but slowly, not letting him rush the penetration and hurt himself.
"You--" the pirate whispers roughly as he sinks into Midnight's heat. "You feel..." Fuck, how in the hell should he even try to describe it?
It's not an easy task to take someone Grey's size in with little to no lubricant, but Midnight bears with it because he's too desperate to care much at present. The breath catches in his throat as the thick length sinks into him, quivering as he tries to stay still, even as his hands grip tight at Grey's shoulders.
"Fuck..." he whimpers, eyes screwed shut as he focuses on breathing, feeling his body forced to give way to Grey so gradually he's surprised he hasn't just exploded out of his skin from how slowly he's being made to take it. Just as well Grey is physically capable of manhandling Midnight, otherwise the mage would undoubtedly hurt himself just shoving the entire length in him to get it over and done with.
Grey lets out a rushed breath that he had been holding when Midnight finally sits on his hips, his length fully buried inside the mage. They should go at it slow and careful because there's definitely not enough lubrication to make it comfortable but Grey has a feeling that neither of them have that in them right now. His cock twitches inside the mage while moisture gathers at the corners of his eyes at the strain of keeping himself contained, holding back the explosive need to just fuck the ridiculous mage until neither of them have any sense left.
He presses his brows, furrowed tightly, against Midnight's shoulder and wraps his hands around the man's hips, his fingers shaking as he breathes in deep and slow, hoping to gain some - any - sense and consideration.
"I'm... afraid I'll hurt you," he confesses in a hoarse whisper as he tries to remember if there were any plants or the likes outside the cave that would make things easier.
It hurts - there's no denying that - and it's a bit difficult to get past the pain and heat and just being overwhelmingly stuffed in general, but...
"Fuck," Midnight moans again, shaking and trying to concentrate. It's difficult to do with a gaint dick up his ass, but he does his best, stroking his fingers through Grey's hair, soothing the both of them through the simple movement.
"There might be some... some aloe, maybe," he suggests. "The pulp would work for some slick?"
Though he'll be surprised if either of them are up for putting things on hold just to go foraging outside.
Grey doesn't want to do it. Honestly, he'd rather sit in a nest of fire ants than get up right now to go outside to find aloe plants. But he knows through the tether that they share that Midnight is already hurting and that's not going to get any better once they start moving.
He pulls back to look at the mage, jaw tight but eyes gentle as he takes in the strained look on Midnight's features.
"I'll go look," he promises as he starts to lift the mage off of his dick, just as slow and careful as before. "I'm sorry, darling," he murmurs against the man's lips before setting him down again.
"No, don't-" Midnight begins in a soft whine, clinging to Grey's arms even as the pirate is setting him down on the ground. Even if he realises it's for the best, in his current state that separation is so much worse, almost feeling like rejection.
Shivering hard, he wets his lips and stares up at Grey plaintively.
"Can I suck you off before you go?" he asks, feeling that hollow ache in him growing now that he's had a taste of what he's craving, only to have it taken away.
"I won't go far," Grey promises as he leans in to kiss Midnight's lips, wrapping his arms around the mage and pulls him close again.
The question makes him blink, though, thoroughly surprised. His brows shoot up and then a rare grin breaks through as he laughs, pressing his face to the mage's neck as his shoulders shake with mirth.
"You're incredible," he husks out in an amused whisper before he starts to rise up, the mage still held tightly in his arms. "Come on."
He hauls them both outside into the pouring rain. It's a bit chilly but the heat between them keeps them warm as Grey finds Midnight's lips as he straightens up outside their little cave, the rain making their kiss slippery but no less heated. He holds the mage up with one arm and his other hand shoots out to feel the side of the rocks, finding moss and foliage. He pins Midnight against the wet undergrowth with his weight as the rain soaks them thoroughly in a matter of seconds.
Midnight squawks at the chilly onslaught of rain, huddling close to Grey, but the pirate's beating him to it and kissing him, helping the mage forget about the cold for a moment at least. The plants he's crushed against are slippery but he doesn't care, too caught up in kissing Grey back, drawing his teeth over the pirate's lips as he clings to the man's bare shoulders.
Then there's a hard, prickly jab behind his shoulder and he breaks the kiss with a gasp, turning to see what he's been pushed against. He immediately brightens, letting out a delighted laugh and reaching out for the aloe leaf that'd been stabbing him, ignoring how the little spikes jab into his palm as he wrenches the juicy, fat leaf free.
"Would you look at that?" he snickers, waving the green mass next to his head. "I guess something out there wants us to fuck today."
The mage waving his fat aloe leaf like a victory flag makes Grey burst out another chuckle, his lips twisting into another helpless grin. He's been laughing more than he has for years in the past five minutes with this ridiculous mage. It's...
New. It's strange and it makes his chest feel tight and warm.
There's something on the tip of his tongue but he bites it back as he shakes his head and reaches up to grab a few aloe leaves, breaking them away from the bush and throwing them somewhere towards the cave. Then he leans over the mage again and brushes their wet noses together, drops of rain water running down along his windbreaker. His hands are pressed onto the wet undergrowth and he stares at Midnight quietly as he grinds their hips together.
"You are mad," he whispers. "You make me mad." And Gods but he wants to fuck this ridiculous mage right here and right now. Even the return to the cave seems like an impossible task. With a groan he leans in to suck hot, openmouthed kisses to the line of Midnight's neck.
That light amusement and warmth that comes through from Grey is intoxicating all on it's own, and Midnight grins as he tosses in his own leaf into the cave. The kisses to his neck make him arch his head back with a pleased little noise, smoothing back Grey's wet hair.
"You probably needed a bit of madness in your life."
It's amazing how grim things had been less than an hour ago, and now he's filled with a strange, almost light-hearted joy in the moment. One of the pirates could literally come around the corner at any moment, and Midnight isn't at all worried about them. All he's got on his mind is clinging to Grey, tasting his skin and getting that cock back inside him.
... And maybe trying to get more of those chuckles from the stoic man.
That arched neck is like an invitation and Grey finds himself incapable of rejecting it. His tongue laps away rain water and salt from Midnight's skin, sucking kisses to the warm skin under his ears where his cute hair curls towards Grey.
The tether between them is full of light and laughter, joy. It's not that Grey doesn't know what that is but it's been so long since he's felt it that it makes him dizzy. Makes him not care about the dangers that they might face out here. He's not thinking at all. His world is one adorable mage with crazy attractive smile.
"Maybe a little," he admits softly beside Midnight's ear as he reaches down to drag the man's legs up and around his hips. They're both wet from head to toe, there's more than enough of slick on them easily provided by the weeping sky. A little bit of fumbling, a snorted laughter at the way Midnight slides against the undergrowth and how his own pants are dead stuck on his thighs and not moving an inch - but eventually he manages to press the head of his cock against Midnight's hole.
He wants to ask if Midnight will stay and bring some more madness into his life, but all he gets out is a rushed breath as he stares down at the mage, his lashes heavy with rain that is beating down on them. Then he pushes inside him again, slow and steady, just as careful as before.
Whatever witty response Midnight might've had is lost as he's filled again, the rainwater only easing the entry a bit. He blindly gropes for the aloe plant, finding one of the stubs they'd yanked the bulk of the leaves from, mashing his fingers into the clear, juicy core and gathering the slick pulp in his hand.
He's still smiling even as his cheeks grow flushed, taking several measured breaths and tossing the soaking hair from his eyes before reaching between them, wrapping the aloe-coated hand around the base of Grey's cock and murmuring, "Fuck me open. Slowly, so I can get you slicked up."
Maybe it's because of that laughter that's entered them both, the bright flickers of joy, but somehow Midnight's not screaming with need, now. The cock's slowly spearing him open again, but he's not gagging to have it shoved into him. He's more than willing to tease and play, to take their time working Grey into him, and maybe drive the pirate a little more mad in the process.
Slick fingers wrap around the base of Grey's cock and the pirate looks up at the sky, eyes full of rainwater, lungs emptying out slowly as he grips tightly the mage's slender thighs. He takes a couple of moments just to breathe and wrestle himself under control. Then he tilts his head down to look at Midnight and stares at him for a moment, brows furrowing tightly, his features a portrait of aching restrain.
"I'm sorry," he mutters as he starts to pull out slowly, every inch a labor of focused, slow progress. And when Midnight's slick hand is wrapped around the head of his cock, he pushes back in, just as slowly and carefully.
Truth be told, this is exactly the second time Grey has been taking part in any kind of anal sex. He's heard enough about it from Kai to know the basics, but he's definitely not practiced about it. Apparently rainwater isn't enough of a lubrication... A fact that he'll have to file away and think about later, though.
"Shh, it's okay," Midnight murmurs, biting down on his lip when Grey draws back. There's no pain on his features, now, just quiet eagerness as he stares down at the thick cock he's slathering with aloe.
As Grey starts pushing back in, the mage lets out a droning moan, head tipping back as he's slowly filled again. Despite the cold rain pouring over them, his cheeks are flushed with pleasure and his own prick is hard between them.
"Y-Yeah, just... just like that," he encourages, licking his lips as he finally looks back up at Grey's face.
He's so damn pretty it should be forbidden for a man to look like that. Grey would petition any kind of rule that would forbid a dude to look this beautiful, all glowing golden skin and sweet, elegant lines that tremble under the focused strain as Midnight arches under him, pressing down against that cock that valiantly tries to fill the mage up as the best it can.
"Like this?" he asks earnestly as he pulls back slowly and then thrusts, slowly but with a little more intensity this time, the slick between them giving him room to grind a little. It's not teasing, it's an actual, genuine question because Grey realizes just then and there how much he wants to see this crazy mage go mad with pleasure.
His third approach sees him grasping Midnight's hips within his hands and tilting his pelvis to find an angle to grind in deeper.
"That feel good?" Grey leans in close to to shield Midnight from the rain as he gains more traction with each thrust.
The mewling moan Midnight finds himself voicing should be more than enough confirmation for Grey that yes, yes it feels very good. His fingers twitch and cling to the pirate's shoulders as he bites his lip, straining against the grip Grey's got on his hips, desperate to start moving to get more whether his body's ready to take more or not. Grey's doing an excellent job of keeping the mage contained while also fucking him just right.
Midnight blinks his eyes open and stares up at Grey dazedly, panting quietly before managing a bright little grin. "Feels amazing," he admits, pulling his upper body closer to Grey and nibbling at his lips with a little groan.
Grey is picking up on the fact that Midnight is impatient enough that he better make sure to keep the mage contained lest he hurts himself by taking it too quickly and too hard. He has the strength to keep Midnight pressed down quite easily, giving him slow and thorough thrusts to fuck him open patiently.
His lips quirk up from the corners as Midnight leans up to kiss him. There's still a strange kind of lightness brewing between them. The kind that Grey hasn't experienced for a long, long while.
"Good," he murmurs against the mage's lips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth in a vague attempt to distract Midnight from the slow, slow pace of their fucking until the man is loose enough.
It's a good distraction, but it can only last for so long when the mage is so used to wrapping himself up in all the pleasures of sex, to be overwhelmed by sensation to the point that all thought is pounded out of his head. Grey's advantage is in his physical strength, and the foreign nature of that tether that Midnight's never experienced. The flicker of joy and steady, deep thrumming of pleasure are distracting, tugging at Midnight's core and leaving him just as breathless as the thick cock steadily sliding in and out of him are.
When he rallies, Midnight nips at Grey's lips with a demanding little groan. "I can take more," he murmurs, dark eyes hooded and staring boldly up at Grey's. "And you want more than just this, don't you, darling~?"
To make a point, he deliberately clenches around Grey's dick when it's sinking back into him, shuddering with a keening whine, flicking his tongue over the pirate's lips in sweet demand.
"Yeah." The answer is ready on Grey's lips as he stares down at Midnight, his pitch black eyes and bird-boned face that portrays so well the pleasure that thrums between them along that delicate yet steely connection that ties them together. Grey wants more. But he also craves to see Midnight come apart on his dick. He wants to see the mage lose his casual air and ride that desperate wave that is threatening to sweep Grey off to the storming sea with it.
He releases the mage's hips with one hand that he presses down to the squishy undergrowth beside the man's head. Then he hooks his other hand under Midnight's thigh and hoists that up onto his shoulder. His approach is deliberate, slow and very thorough, starting with deeper thrusts, building up the pace as he goes, his eyes never leaving Midnight's face to make sure he's not hurting.
That ass clenching makes him stutter a little, his hip snapping forward a few times as he squeezes his eyes close for a few seconds. The little mage has no idea just how firmly he has Grey hooked on a leash that he completely controls.
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"What do you need?" he asks quietly. "Tell me."
Whatever it is that the mage needs, Grey is going to give him.
He tilts his face up, mouth hovering right against Midnight's but doesn't quite touch him. The depths of his desire are well hidden inside him but Midnight should feel them without a problem now that the tether is right there and pulsing life. Grey is barely holding back the kind of greedy heat that will easily consume the both of them if given even a little bit of leverage. His iron control is a trembling thing at his core.
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"Bit obvious, isn't it?" he asks quietly.
Lightning arcs across the sky, lighting their faces in white light for that instant, and this time Grey would feel how the magic pulses with life in response to it. Midnight shudders and presses his chest tighter to Grey's, cock pushing insistently against the pirate's belly through the borrowed shirt.
"You want me to beg?"
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"No," Grey says roughly as he shifts them forward, hauling Midnight's weight against his chest as he shifts them forward. His hand reaches outside to gather some water onto his palm before he leans forward to press the upper part of Midnight's back against the cave wall and kisses him. Hot and heavy, he pushes his tongue inside the mage's mouth with a groan that says more than a hundred words just how much he's wanted to do that for a while now.
His hand is a bit chilly as it presses against Midnight's arse, fingers slick with rain water as they press in to rub against Midnight's hole. Apparently they're done with teasing and tentative touches.
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Not one bit.
As that briefly calmed desire flares up between them again, Midnight drags one of his hands down Grey's side. Thin fingers grope and grasp possessively over the pirate's sun-kissed skin, then wriggle between their fronts, arguing with the fastenings of his pants to tear them open so he can get a handful of warm dick, please and thank you.
Somehow it feels as though they've been waiting for this moment for weeks- years, even, and Midnight's not that eager to wait any longer to feel all of Grey bared against him.
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"Gods," he whispers as he drags his mouth from Midnight's mouth to his neck, sucking kisses on the mage's heated skin.
It's like the electricity of the storm had been poured right in there between them. Pure force of a lightning cracking wherever their skins touch. The rumble of the thunder somewhere right above them, barely audible over the loud rush of the rain pouring down. Grey gasps as he shifts Midnight against him, pulling him down until their groins are somewhat aligned, achingly full cocks brushing against one another between their bodies. It's that silken touch that makes him rush with two fingers inside Midnight's ass, slowly pressing them in as he breathes heavily against the mage's neck.
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As they keep going, though, Midnight finds himself turning his head and leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses and bites to Grey's throat. His ass clenches around the two fingers, but it's fast relaxing, apparently eager to get things moving along so that the cock sliding up against Midnight's might be pushed in sooner.
The voice that comes from his mouth is filthy and dripping with desire, moaned right into Grey's ear as the mage tilts his head up to bite at the pirate's earlobe. "I need you in me. Fuck- just fuck me, please-"
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Grey tilts his chin up as he holds Midnight up against his chest while he adjusts them, their mouths brushing against one another even if neither of them has the focus to kiss each other. Grey rushes out a groan when he has himself slicked and pressed against Midnight's hole, his arm pulling the mage down insistently but slowly, not letting him rush the penetration and hurt himself.
"You--" the pirate whispers roughly as he sinks into Midnight's heat. "You feel..." Fuck, how in the hell should he even try to describe it?
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"Fuck..." he whimpers, eyes screwed shut as he focuses on breathing, feeling his body forced to give way to Grey so gradually he's surprised he hasn't just exploded out of his skin from how slowly he's being made to take it. Just as well Grey is physically capable of manhandling Midnight, otherwise the mage would undoubtedly hurt himself just shoving the entire length in him to get it over and done with.
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He presses his brows, furrowed tightly, against Midnight's shoulder and wraps his hands around the man's hips, his fingers shaking as he breathes in deep and slow, hoping to gain some - any - sense and consideration.
"I'm... afraid I'll hurt you," he confesses in a hoarse whisper as he tries to remember if there were any plants or the likes outside the cave that would make things easier.
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"Fuck," Midnight moans again, shaking and trying to concentrate. It's difficult to do with a gaint dick up his ass, but he does his best, stroking his fingers through Grey's hair, soothing the both of them through the simple movement.
"There might be some... some aloe, maybe," he suggests. "The pulp would work for some slick?"
Though he'll be surprised if either of them are up for putting things on hold just to go foraging outside.
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He pulls back to look at the mage, jaw tight but eyes gentle as he takes in the strained look on Midnight's features.
"I'll go look," he promises as he starts to lift the mage off of his dick, just as slow and careful as before. "I'm sorry, darling," he murmurs against the man's lips before setting him down again.
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Shivering hard, he wets his lips and stares up at Grey plaintively.
"Can I suck you off before you go?" he asks, feeling that hollow ache in him growing now that he's had a taste of what he's craving, only to have it taken away.
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The question makes him blink, though, thoroughly surprised. His brows shoot up and then a rare grin breaks through as he laughs, pressing his face to the mage's neck as his shoulders shake with mirth.
"You're incredible," he husks out in an amused whisper before he starts to rise up, the mage still held tightly in his arms. "Come on."
He hauls them both outside into the pouring rain. It's a bit chilly but the heat between them keeps them warm as Grey finds Midnight's lips as he straightens up outside their little cave, the rain making their kiss slippery but no less heated. He holds the mage up with one arm and his other hand shoots out to feel the side of the rocks, finding moss and foliage. He pins Midnight against the wet undergrowth with his weight as the rain soaks them thoroughly in a matter of seconds.
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Then there's a hard, prickly jab behind his shoulder and he breaks the kiss with a gasp, turning to see what he's been pushed against. He immediately brightens, letting out a delighted laugh and reaching out for the aloe leaf that'd been stabbing him, ignoring how the little spikes jab into his palm as he wrenches the juicy, fat leaf free.
"Would you look at that?" he snickers, waving the green mass next to his head. "I guess something out there wants us to fuck today."
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New. It's strange and it makes his chest feel tight and warm.
There's something on the tip of his tongue but he bites it back as he shakes his head and reaches up to grab a few aloe leaves, breaking them away from the bush and throwing them somewhere towards the cave. Then he leans over the mage again and brushes their wet noses together, drops of rain water running down along his windbreaker. His hands are pressed onto the wet undergrowth and he stares at Midnight quietly as he grinds their hips together.
"You are mad," he whispers. "You make me mad." And Gods but he wants to fuck this ridiculous mage right here and right now. Even the return to the cave seems like an impossible task. With a groan he leans in to suck hot, openmouthed kisses to the line of Midnight's neck.
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"You probably needed a bit of madness in your life."
It's amazing how grim things had been less than an hour ago, and now he's filled with a strange, almost light-hearted joy in the moment. One of the pirates could literally come around the corner at any moment, and Midnight isn't at all worried about them. All he's got on his mind is clinging to Grey, tasting his skin and getting that cock back inside him.
... And maybe trying to get more of those chuckles from the stoic man.
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The tether between them is full of light and laughter, joy. It's not that Grey doesn't know what that is but it's been so long since he's felt it that it makes him dizzy. Makes him not care about the dangers that they might face out here. He's not thinking at all. His world is one adorable mage with crazy attractive smile.
"Maybe a little," he admits softly beside Midnight's ear as he reaches down to drag the man's legs up and around his hips. They're both wet from head to toe, there's more than enough of slick on them easily provided by the weeping sky. A little bit of fumbling, a snorted laughter at the way Midnight slides against the undergrowth and how his own pants are dead stuck on his thighs and not moving an inch - but eventually he manages to press the head of his cock against Midnight's hole.
He wants to ask if Midnight will stay and bring some more madness into his life, but all he gets out is a rushed breath as he stares down at the mage, his lashes heavy with rain that is beating down on them. Then he pushes inside him again, slow and steady, just as careful as before.
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He's still smiling even as his cheeks grow flushed, taking several measured breaths and tossing the soaking hair from his eyes before reaching between them, wrapping the aloe-coated hand around the base of Grey's cock and murmuring, "Fuck me open. Slowly, so I can get you slicked up."
Maybe it's because of that laughter that's entered them both, the bright flickers of joy, but somehow Midnight's not screaming with need, now. The cock's slowly spearing him open again, but he's not gagging to have it shoved into him. He's more than willing to tease and play, to take their time working Grey into him, and maybe drive the pirate a little more mad in the process.
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"I'm sorry," he mutters as he starts to pull out slowly, every inch a labor of focused, slow progress. And when Midnight's slick hand is wrapped around the head of his cock, he pushes back in, just as slowly and carefully.
Truth be told, this is exactly the second time Grey has been taking part in any kind of anal sex. He's heard enough about it from Kai to know the basics, but he's definitely not practiced about it. Apparently rainwater isn't enough of a lubrication... A fact that he'll have to file away and think about later, though.
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As Grey starts pushing back in, the mage lets out a droning moan, head tipping back as he's slowly filled again. Despite the cold rain pouring over them, his cheeks are flushed with pleasure and his own prick is hard between them.
"Y-Yeah, just... just like that," he encourages, licking his lips as he finally looks back up at Grey's face.
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"Like this?" he asks earnestly as he pulls back slowly and then thrusts, slowly but with a little more intensity this time, the slick between them giving him room to grind a little. It's not teasing, it's an actual, genuine question because Grey realizes just then and there how much he wants to see this crazy mage go mad with pleasure.
His third approach sees him grasping Midnight's hips within his hands and tilting his pelvis to find an angle to grind in deeper.
"That feel good?" Grey leans in close to to shield Midnight from the rain as he gains more traction with each thrust.
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Midnight blinks his eyes open and stares up at Grey dazedly, panting quietly before managing a bright little grin. "Feels amazing," he admits, pulling his upper body closer to Grey and nibbling at his lips with a little groan.
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His lips quirk up from the corners as Midnight leans up to kiss him. There's still a strange kind of lightness brewing between them. The kind that Grey hasn't experienced for a long, long while.
"Good," he murmurs against the mage's lips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth in a vague attempt to distract Midnight from the slow, slow pace of their fucking until the man is loose enough.
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When he rallies, Midnight nips at Grey's lips with a demanding little groan. "I can take more," he murmurs, dark eyes hooded and staring boldly up at Grey's. "And you want more than just this, don't you, darling~?"
To make a point, he deliberately clenches around Grey's dick when it's sinking back into him, shuddering with a keening whine, flicking his tongue over the pirate's lips in sweet demand.
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He releases the mage's hips with one hand that he presses down to the squishy undergrowth beside the man's head. Then he hooks his other hand under Midnight's thigh and hoists that up onto his shoulder. His approach is deliberate, slow and very thorough, starting with deeper thrusts, building up the pace as he goes, his eyes never leaving Midnight's face to make sure he's not hurting.
That ass clenching makes him stutter a little, his hip snapping forward a few times as he squeezes his eyes close for a few seconds. The little mage has no idea just how firmly he has Grey hooked on a leash that he completely controls.
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