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.
Pearly white teeth dig in a bit harder over Grey's lips when the pirate's hips stutter. The friction, the pressure-
"Fuck, you feel so good," he moans, licking his way into Grey's mouth. His arms wind around Grey's neck and head, fingers digging into his hair as his body undulates, trying in vain to draw the thick cock deeper and faster into him. The leg hooked over Grey's shoulder trembles, thigh tense against his chest as Midnight writhes uncontrollably.
"Grey..." he complains, frowning a bit as he pulls back from the kiss to pout glare up at the man. "Just- come on-"
All that complaining, demanding, everything short of actual begging - Midnight has made it clear that he needs and wants more. Grey is getting to a point where he doesn't feel like he needs to resist those pleas.
There's lube, there's willing, loose flesh around him and nothing that actually requires him to keep the pace as slow and thoroughly careful as he's been insisting upon.
"Midnight," is all he practically purrs out before he pulls back and slams back inside, his pace picking up relentlessly. His head tilts back, rain beating down on his face as he squeezes his eyes close and lets out a hoarse sound as their hips come together with a resounding slap.
That first slam into him makes the mage arch with a sharp, loud cry, nails digging into Grey's skin.
"Yeah-!" he gasps, mouth falling open on a series of cries and groans as Grey starts ploughing him. As if in agreement with Midnight, thunder rumbles over them in a loud, pleased purr, the lightning it followed flashing across their faces.
It's bordering on violent, animalistic, even, and it's exactly what the magic crackling over Midnight's skin was demanding. His body coils tight, inviting Grey to take him as hard as the pirate wants.
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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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"Fuck, you feel so good," he moans, licking his way into Grey's mouth. His arms wind around Grey's neck and head, fingers digging into his hair as his body undulates, trying in vain to draw the thick cock deeper and faster into him. The leg hooked over Grey's shoulder trembles, thigh tense against his chest as Midnight writhes uncontrollably.
"Grey..." he complains, frowning a bit as he pulls back from the kiss to
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There's lube, there's willing, loose flesh around him and nothing that actually requires him to keep the pace as slow and thoroughly careful as he's been insisting upon.
"Midnight," is all he practically purrs out before he pulls back and slams back inside, his pace picking up relentlessly. His head tilts back, rain beating down on his face as he squeezes his eyes close and lets out a hoarse sound as their hips come together with a resounding slap.
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"Yeah-!" he gasps, mouth falling open on a series of cries and groans as Grey starts ploughing him. As if in agreement with Midnight, thunder rumbles over them in a loud, pleased purr, the lightning it followed flashing across their faces.
It's bordering on violent, animalistic, even, and it's exactly what the magic crackling over Midnight's skin was demanding. His body coils tight, inviting Grey to take him as hard as the pirate wants.