[Oberon will spare Mignon the lecture — that he has encountered very few humans willing to keep their hands to themselves when the fairy has shown any willingness to indulge them — and instead lets out a snort of laughter in return when the other stares at him as if he’s grown a second head.
Y’know what? Fair enough. It’s not as if he’s explained the details of his anatomy to the man.
It’s why, without preamble, the hand still loosely tied to Mignon’s wrist releases its hold and goes to find purchase in the collar of his shirt, tugging at him with three, short bursts of insistent determination until the space between them once again turns minuscule, enough for Oberon to catch the sundrops of color in Mignon’s eyes. Head tilted, eyes slanted in mischief:]
Well, certainly, if you decided to get rough with me, it’d be a problem, but… a kiss would suffice.
[What]
You seemed so eager, it didn’t strike me as important enough to explain the details, but… [Only barely able to keep the corners of his mouth from pulling into an impish, borderline cruel grin] I’m the type of fairy that can use a human’s energy for sustenance. Helps me heal all the faster! Usually it gathers in one’s bodily fluids, and so…
[Blood. Saliva. Semen. It’s all the same to him. In a pinch, taking a lover isn’t a bad deal; Mignon’s pretty face and impressive physique were not the only reasons Oberon wasn’t against the human pressing him into the couch cushions. He even factored the possibility into his week-long healing. A kiss alone won’t exactly shave off an entire day of rest, but it will not hurt his case, either]
[It was bad enough just hearing Oberon's laugh again, and feeling that flutter within his chest immediately. But once Oberon forcefully jerks him forward, wearing that wicked grin, the athlete finds himself frozen; red in the face and flustered, as if transfixed by that hypnotizing stare.]
Wh-- huh??
F-fluids...? [The words all take a moment to fully sink into his thick skull, but once they do, it's like a switched within Mignon's brain is flipped in an instant. Mignon has never heard a single sentence that changed things so much in his entire life.
So basically, if Mignon wants to help Oberon out... It turns out that surrendering to that "instinct" that Mignon felt earlier would have been the right call after all?
Eyes shifting from fluster to desire in an instant, Mignon finds himself taking Oberon's face between his hands. It's different than before, now that Mignon has surrendered to impulse completely. His own eyes go half-lidded as he stares down at Oberon's mouth.] In that case...
I'll give it to you. My energy. [A light, experimental kiss to Oberon's lips. Testing... tasting. Yes... this feels right. He mutters against Oberon's mouth.]
I want you... to take as much as you like.
[He pushes forward to capture Oberon's mouth with his own. It's a bit clumsy at first- all passion with no real experience... But Mignon adjusts quickly. Learning fast, he tilts his head to a better angle and then shoves his tongue forward to properly explore the fae's mouth in earnest; a low groan of appreciation leaving him at the new hot and wet, slippery soft but firm sensations against his tongue.]
[It’s all eager brawn and little subtlety with this one. Oberon might not have expected much else, but there is still a note of surprise hidden in the back of his throat after Mignon stares him down and decides he’s been patient long enough, leaned forward with enough power to drive Oberon’s head against the couch. Didn’t even give him a chance to explain more of the optics; that a true energy exchange might leave Mignon a little winded if Oberon doesn’t decide to behave, and the fae aren’t exactly known for their diplomacy when they’ve something they want.
It’ll earn the man a scolding, Oberon decides, until a brush of tongue inside his mouth insists he leave such thoughts for later.
It’s a novice’s kiss - someone with limited experience, graced only by their eagerness. But Oberon chooses to remain pliant for a few beats anyway, offering up the chance for Mignon to explore at his leisure. The human adjusts his passion, tilts his head, massages their mouths together like a man starved of touch, and in response Oberon sighs deeply, a pleased hum escaping him when their noses brush.
Heat pools in his stomach. His tongue tracing against the human’s bottom lip, Oberon pulls back to lick his own lips, eyes opened again, the traces of energy turning the rims of his pupils a violent blue.]
Don’t tell me you’re just going to stand there. [Voice a touch more lightfeathered than he anticipates, pretending that his chest isn’t more quickly drawing in breath. Reaching over, his fingers find a path to Mignon’s elbow, tracing against the muscle of the other’s forearm until he massages the dip right below Mignon’s palm, where he can feel a thundering pulse begin to pick up speed.] Or are you still determined to be a gentleman?
All they've done is kiss, and Mignon can already feel his arousal rapidly returning. Maybe he pushes a bit too hard at first but he can't help it; chasing after Oberon's mouth as the blond pulls away, and making a low noise of complaint when he escapes. Breathing deeply himself, Mignon realizes that his current crouched position in front of Oberon probably makes him look like even more of a predatory animal than he's starting to feel like, and he catches himself; exhaling shakily as the seductive fae licks him. Those eyes glimmering back at him don't make it any easier for Mignon to pace himself, either. His heartbeat is already going a mile a minute by the time Oberon's finger slides down to feel his pulse.]
...I'm not. [He decides, honestly-] I don't think I know the first thing about being a gentleman.
But... I do wanna try and be careful with you for now, so...
[Dipping low, Mignon goes to scoop Oberon up into his arms bridal-style. If there's going to be 'fluids' transferred from more than just kissing, the least Mignon can do is make sure it takes place somewhere more comfortable than the couch. So, he takes the fae to his bedroom, nudging the already-cracked door open with his foot and carrying Oberon to the bed. Mignon might not have any lavish luxuries in his apartment, but if there was one thing that he was particularly excited to splurge a bit of extra cash on? It's his large mattress. -A far cry than the tiny futon he was once stuck growing on into his adulthood while living with Coach. Nice soft sheets and plenty room to sprawl back on greet Oberon's back as he's laid down gently by the larger man.]
Just promise me a couple things first.
[Mignon pauses to remove his undershirt; stripping himself topless before he crawls over Oberon in bed. His large palm goes to spread Oberon's makeshift 'cloak' open completely as he speaks, before sliding over that cute, pale chest. The sight of those pert little nipples is enough to make his mouth water, but Mignon swallows and continues; just fondling them idly, and ignoring the way his cock twitches for attention within his sweatpants.]
Firstly- Even if you can endure it, you have to tell me if something's hurting you too much, okay?
[Because, at the end of the day, despite Mignon being a considerate enough guy, the difference between his and Oberon's bodies is almost comically obvious. Not to mention the fact that the inexperienced athlete has never exactly been trained in how to do anything with his body besides using it to dominate an opponent in the ring...]
[And here he thought the couch comfortable enough; Oberon would have endured Mignon climbing between his legs and crushing him into the cushions, if that’s where the night led them. There’s energy to collect, and an all-too willing host to keep him company. But he sees no reason to voice a complaint when he’s collected into Mignon’s embrace and then carefully sprawled over a much larger expanse of mattress, dipping that much further down when the human adds his weight to the bed, loomed over him like a mountain blotting out the sun. With that shirt removed, Oberon’s brows arch high in response - taking his time to observe the man less than arm’s length away.
He’s seen his share of humans. Their variety is less impressive than that of the fae, who will take the shape of anything on a whim… But a human is just a human. Arms, legs, a torso, a head; count out every boring finger and toe, it’s all the same.
Much as he’d rather throw Mignon into that same boring pile… it’s difficult when one of those hands spreads large enough to sweep at half of his chest, a bear paw. His nipples fondled to attention, the fae’s eyes flutter, swallowing down a pleased hiss.]
I think I’ve voiced enough complaints already for you to trust my honesty.
[Lips spilling over into a smirk at his own joke. He slips his arms out of their sleeves — silently noting how useless the garment was in the end — and reaches up at last, mimicking Mignon’s explorations by dragging his fingertips along the human’s skin. Reading the ripple of muscle near Mignon’s ribs as if braille, the story of countless hours poured into honing such a body for the spectacle. The other called himself a fighter, and the proof is clear: cut diamond, fat shaved clean from the bone, leaving behind heaving muscle slowly beginning to gather a sheen of sweat.
… Fine. So it is a handsome body, he relents. Worth the attention he’ll be giving to it. Both his hands and eyes wander south in anticipation, nails dragging down the human’s abdomen like he wants to see it jump and tremble underneath.]
Be at ease; you’re not going to hurt me. [Already at the border of those sweatpants, teasing the edge of the fabric between his thumb and forefinger — of course noticing the bulge that’s as lacking in subtlety as Mignon himself. Eyes narrowing in on the sight, but a shame; it will have to sit there twitching for a moment longer.]
Do you have another promise you wish of me? Hurry, before my patience runs dry.
[How could the cape be 'useless' when it's so adorable on Oberon, and also clearly funny?
It's almost a shame when the fae removes it but, well. Mignon can't exactly complain about seeing even a bit more skin. Oberon is seriously gorgeous, and any man would certainly be lucky to be in Mignon's shoes. He almost wonders how many men have been so lucky in the past, but... No- on second thought, that's probably none of Mignon's business. Despite his feelings, this is essentially just a mutually beneficial exchange of sorts between them. A win-win, where Mignon can indulge his newly-awakened sexual curiosity and help Oberon heal at the same time. It's not like they're "real" lovers, after all...
However. That's precisely what brings Mignon to his second request.]
-! Mh... G-good... [He exhales the word; serving as appreciation for both the fact that Oberon (kinda-sorta?) agreed to his terms so far, but mostly for that dainty hand sliding along his hardened muscle. It might not be a bad idea for him to negotiate their 'terms' like this again in the future...
Sucking in a breath through his teeth, Mignon groans and his hips twitch at the feeling of nails raking down to the hem of his pants.]
Just... ah... [What was his second request again? Oberon is so distracting that it's nearly wiped from his mind. Hips impatiently twitch forward on their own to make a futile attempt at thrusting against Oberon's wandering hand; his body sensitive. As his erection only swells up larger and harder, drawing his bloodflow down far away from his brain, Mignon has to shake his head as if to clear it.]
O-obviously, you can go wherever, and do whatever you want once you're feeling better, but...
...While you're here this week... [Rough, callouses fingers experimentally give the fae's nipple a squeeze. It seems like Oberon liked being touched here...
Mignon follows the other's lead, and uses his free hand to squeeze directly between Oberon's legs, groping him firmly. He watches Oberon's face and body closely; taking in every reaction.]
Let me be the the only one 'feeding you energy' like this.
And Oberon’s hands still for it, accidentally relinquishing the “lead” to Mignon when there is suddenly a very rude hand positioned between his legs and still on his chest, those large fingers squeezing him with such pointedness that the fae’s head snaps backwards into the mattress with a strangled grunt. Goddamnit all—]
I did not— [Pausing. Struggling to string together a coherent sentence that won’t embarrass him further. His brows twitch and his body squirms, and it’s a coin toss between arousal or irritation at having lost his footing.] — did not take you for the possessive sort.
[Having to drag in an inhale, a veiled attempt to keep his chest from fluttering, and it only half-works when Mignon’s free to fondle him. His hips flex, rutting upward to turn that grip into a slow, deliberate stroke. The human’s eyes are on him — ready to learn in how many ways he might squeeze out another note of pleasure from him, the fairy assumes — and maybe that’s not how he quite imagined this going, when he’d been ready to noose Mignon by the cock and perhaps tease the man to his breaking point…]
You’ve some nerve, asking me that when I’m frail and helpless.
[— Is it technically a lie when his mystics are locked away and he’s sporting a bullet wound? Clearly Mignon just needs to ignore every other moment when Oberon has insinuated that he’d behead the human for so much as looking at him funny, or snarled at him like a wild animal, or nearly pulled his ear off, or—]
Mm, very well… I’ll accept only your energy. [Huffing out a breath between his teeth, ignoring the gathering heat that weaves up his neck and splotches his pale chest. It isn’t true affection — they’re both well aware — so Oberon sees no reason to play at this like he’s signing off his autonomy. The weight of the promise is diminished by virtue of that time limit. Seeing as he never planned to take another human lover in the first place…
Fingers finding their energy renewed, Oberon pulls down the hem of Mignon’s sweatpants at last — over that visible hump until a half-hardened cock that’d been tucked into the fabric is freed for his inspection — and still irritable, the grip his fingers take are hardly gentle. A rough stroke, thumb already swiping at the head, pressing into the slit until a gathering of pre-cum wets the pad of his finger.
His eyes narrowed in on Mignon’s face like he expects to be well compensated for his work.]
['Possessive'..? Mignon has never thought of himself that way. But he's also never been in this position before, so... yeah. Sounds about right.
He doesn't deny the other's assessment of him; merely tweaking Oberon's nipple again as he waits for an agreement. It's... unexpectedly fun, actually, to tease the grumpy fae like this.]
Pff- [Unable to help it, a warm burst of laughter erupts from Mignon as Oberon huffs out a complaint. 'Frail and helpless', huh?] Is that what you are now...?
[As thick-headed as he is, Mignon obviously isn't buying it. He continues to tease Oberon's nipples and only very slowly rub his cock until finally Oberon gives a straight answer, and Mignon grins triumphantly. Leaning in, he gives another kiss to Oberon's lips instead of verbalizing a direct response; expressing his satisfaction through action instead of words. Oberon is rewarded for his compliance with an immediate increase in the speed of his hand as he strokes the fae's pretty cock in earnest.
It's genuinely becoming addicting already to see Oberon 'break' into an involuntary moan. For as long as he can remember, Mignon has only ever had the ability to hurt others. Nothing else seemed possible, because he had been taught (conditioned) repeatedly to believe that he'd never be good at anything else.
But if that's really true, then why does Oberon look like he's feeling so good? With these same big, indelicate, 'dangerous' hands, Mignon is able to make even the obviously-experienced fae moan in out in pleasure...
It's funny how Oberon is supposed to be the one feeding off of Mignon, and yet here Mignon is lapping up Oberon's pleasure with his eyes; taking all of the fae's arousal into himself like a sponge to water. Every sound he pulls from Oberon's throat adds fire to his veins; every arch and writhe becomes Mignon's salvation--]
Gh- Ahn...!
[-Until Oberon launches his own 'counter'-attack', and the athlete breaks their kiss to let out a surprised moan. It should come as no surprise that, by the time Oberon gets his pants lowered, Mignon is already quite hard and practically drooling from the head of his heavy cock. His inexperience is on full display when he hardens within Oberon's merciless grip so impressively fast that it nearly hurts him; his own pace faltering for a moment as he finds himself overwhelmed by the first touch of a foreign hand around himself. He furrows his eyes and whimpers; his swollen red tip targeted at it's most sensitive spot, and for a moment it almost seems as if he forgets to move. But after a deep breath, Mignon opens his eyes again and glares down at Oberon with newfound competitiveness and desire behind his gaze. Leaning in again, Mignon opens his mouth- not to kiss Oberon, but to deliver a lick up the side of the fae's throat, before delivering a very possessive bite to his slender neck. He continues to lick, kiss and nibble at the fae as he fights through his own pleasure to keep touching Oberon despite the fact that he's admittedly dangerously close to climaxing much earlier than anticipated. Still, he'll fight as hard as he can to get Oberon there first... or, at the very least, along with him.]
[Watching Mignon groan and stutter in place when Oberon starts playing with his cock draws out mirthful laughter, a bell of dark satisfaction to hang in the air, mingled with the heat and sweat. The poor man looks like the fae took a knife between his ribs and left him a trembling mess on the verge of orgasm. Such a sight. Normally his human lovers are so enamored with their good fortune at finding a fairy, that they simply let Oberon bully and abuse them as he pleases; it’s a much rarer play when he finds someone almost stubbornly set to making him come.
— And then of course, as if to give that unbidden thought further weight, there is the sudden shock of teeth sinking into the meat of his neck when the bastard lunges forward like a canine, turning Oberon’s amusement into a blinding red heat. Maybe he curses. Or moans. It’s hard to tell which. Only that he arches his back, wings twitching, while that sound escapes him, dredged up from the bottom of his throat like a lone pearl pulled from the wreckage, and Mignon will be paying for that.
The hand still clutched around Mignon’s member twitches before renewing its efforts, his fingers slicked with precome and gliding up, down, up, down — squeezing with force meant to pump Mignon dry if the human doesn’t concentrate on holding back. It’s turn into war, a race to see who trips the other up at the finish line — and he feels his own heart stuttering to an uneven beat of pleasure as Mignon doubles down as well, stroking him from the tip to his balls in fast, excited gestures, muscles clenching in excitement, until—]
— No, stop.
[Abrupt, his head tilted so that his words brush at the shell of the human’s ear, even as the other licks and nibbles bruises into his neck]
This won’t do, you know. [Chest openly panting now - the smallest confession offered, proof that for an inexperienced human, he certainly got the fae’s blood pumping.] You’ll just waste it all.
[… He mentioned the energy he needed was collected in bodily fluids, did he not? Perhaps there wasn’t any further elaboration, but that fact hasn’t changed. This surprising power play isn’t the direction he wants this to go tonight, when his wound is still fresh and his prospects for freedom are all too limited.
— He’s distracting, for a human. Almost irritatingly so. All the more reason Oberon knows it best to keep his sense about him.
Smiling, his teeth shine like pearls - or perhaps a feline’s teeth. The hand not busy drawing a finger along the pulsing veins of Mignon’s erection comes up to twist and play in the human’s hair, curling strands between his fingers]
Well? Are you coming up, or am I going down? Where shall my mouth go?
[Nipping, sucking and licking at Oberon's skin until he can leave his mark behind is somehow deeply satisfying in a way that Mignon himself can't explain, so it only revs him up even more to hear how the fae responds to it. Precum drips from his own cock and his hips thrust into Oberon's grip on their own as he moans against now-bruised flesh and continues gnawing against the other...]
-! [But when he's told to stop, he stops. very reluctantly. A complaining groan rumbles from his throat almost like a growl; his brain hazy as he goes rigid and tries to regain his focus.] Rgh...
What're you...? [He almost forgot about the 'point' of this entirely, being as close to the edge of a climax as he is. But once Oberon forcefully yanks Mignon's head up out of the crook of his neck and grins, a wave of understanding hits Mignon all at once, causing him to gasp sharply and his brows to raise in surprise. Somehow, Mignon... didn't actually think about the act of how he'd be delivering his 'fluids' to the other.] ...Oh...
[Snapped out of his horny haze, Mignon's eyes flick down to Oberon's lips and a shudder runs down his spine. Is such a small, pretty mouth... really going to be wrapped around something like that? Such an angelic-looking guy being made to suck Mignon's oppressively large cock almost feels wrong... And yet, Mignon's virgin body reacts honestly to the prospect; jumping and throbbing against Oberon's hand as the other draws another shiver out of him with dexterous fingers. Mignon has to reach down and stop Oberon's hand from pushing him any closer to orgasm.] W-wait...
I'll go up... so you don't have to move... [Panting for breath, shifts to remove himself up; crawling higher above Oberon's body until he's straddling Oberon's chest; knees adjacent to Oberon's shoulders. Mignon looks down at the fae with a deep blush on his face, watching as his sizeable cock hovers and sways above Oberon's mouth.]
[The obscenity isn’t lost on him: his shoulders pinched between Mignon’s knees and that large erection looming inches away from him face, the cock standing at attention despite gravity attempting to weigh it down. Trapped in place with his head haloed by hair so pale, it surrounds his face like a glow of light, and it’s probably a small miracle Mignon hasn’t accidentally come on him. His hands somewhat pinned by his sides as well, it means there’s only one method left at his disposal.]
If that’s what you like. [Reply a wave of moist heat that brushes directly over the erection’s head, and he does not hide the smirk in his voice when another dribble of precome starts pooling at the tip. Close enough for him to lean forward, lick it clean, if he truly wanted. The human’s going to leak all over if he doesn’t get the show on the road, otherwise, but—]
Ah… You’ll have to help me, Mignon.
[The picture of fake innocence. Batted eyelashes and a little squirm upon the mattress, as if the very effort of moving when the human’s body looms overhead is too much for the fairy to bear. Yet even still, his “trapped” hands raise, tracing up and down along the back of Mignon’s thighs — quietly impressed that even here, all he can find is honed muscle tensing under his touch.
A gentle, insistent tap. Pushing at those legs dutifully keeping the bulk of Mignon’s frame from bearing down on him and burying into a waiting mouth. Again, his voice comes out a whisper of breath, watching the erection twitch.] Come now… If you don’t at least angle it down, we’ll never finish.
[Lifting his gaze to that reddened face, ensuring that Mignon cannot escape the challenge that glows like an ember behind the glass of his blue eyes. Go on then. The other claimed he was no gentleman, and Oberon’s giving him clearance to take his pleasure by the head, as it were. All in spirited debauchery. He’ll even consider it Mignon’s reward for his surprising hospitality.]
[That last sentence has Mignon swallowing hard in his throat; the muscles of his abdomen tensing and flexing with each deepened breath. Damn it... Nothing has even happened yet, other than the ghost of Oberon's voice wafting against his cock, and Mignon already feels like he's about to lose it. And yeah- "losing it" is sort of the point here, but would Mignon look too lame if he were to burst at first contact??
Given an impatient tap, Mignon lowers himself obediently; the visual of his own cock angled across Oberon's face painting a rather obscene visual in itself, given the fact that his dick is easily casting a shadow the entire length of Oberon's head. As he thrusts shallowly, Mignon misjudges the angle in his nervousness and merely rubs the underside of his cock against Oberon's soft lips at first, smearing them with precum, and the muscles of his thighs squeeze tight in an effort to control that familiar feeling of an impending orgasm churning in his balls already.]
Ngh, s-sorry.... [He's not even sure what he's apologizing for. Getting Oberon's mouth messy? Being unable to help enjoying this too much? The fact that his dick is almost rudely-sized for this kind of thing? Whatever the cause may be, heavy guilt and even heavier arousal swirl within him as he moves to take hold of Oberon by the head to steady himself; fingers tensing within that soft blond hair as he pushes his twitching cock into Oberon's mouth- successfully this time.]
Fuck...! [The curse is more of a whimper as his hips stutter; almost afraid to move as the wet heat overwhelms him. He's tempted to look away, but there's an almost challenging glint within the eyes of the one below him that almost seems to be keeping his gaze prisoner.]
Ughn... Oberon... [He moans the name helplessly as his grip on the fae's head tightens and he thrusts deeper into that hot mouth; hips starting to move on their own to stuff it full.] W-wai-- I can't, it's... too good...!
[Oberon isn’t sure what’s more absurd: that Mignon, in his nervousness, somehow misses the goal and simply scrapes his cock along the fae’s top lip, or the stuttered apology that follows and has the human’s face glowing like an ember in its embarrassment.
Regardless, the stare he serves the man is borderline flat, unimpressed — a brow arched as he idly skims his lip to catch all traces of the precome that’d been rudely applied there. Faintly salty; a taste he’s hardly in love with but also doesn’t mind when there’s energy to harvest. He’s swallowed worse. And Mignon brims with the energy of a young stud pushed to his boiling point. Holding back a snort, he opens his mouth again, prepared to tell Mignon he needn’t be so shy about this, especially not when the fae is the one urging him to drive his hips forward—
And of course that’s when Mignon decides he’s found his courage, his sense of aim, a hand sliding into the tendrils of Oberon’s hair to hold him steady. The mushroom head of the other’s cock presses past his lips, nearly scrapes against the fairy’s molars until he coaches himself to open his mouth all the wider — alright, much wider, his already aching jaw scolds him — hollowing out the space until the only sensation left is a heat and sin. Mouth filled and automatically sucking on the organ, tongue finding a large vein to trace and tease, coaxing the blood to flow all the more—
The human groans, helpless as his hips pump forward, and despite himself, Oberon groans too. When his fingers turn to claws, digging into the skin of Mignon’s thighs, it isn’t a reprimand. The fae’s eyes have taken on an unholy glow of greed, until concentration demands he closes them — head bobbed to keep in tune with Mignon pumping so far into his mouth, he can feel the tip pushing up near his throat, like the human is already prepared to make him swallow.]
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[Fingers flex and tremble within golden strands as Mignon mistakenly rolls his hips once-- okay, twice-- a bit too enthusiastically; barely managing to keep himself from fucking Oberon's greedy throat... for the moment. But once the fae really locks in, it becomes abundantly clear that the otherwise-undefeated athlete is now fighting a losing battle. How can someone with such delicate features be so overwhelmingly cock-hungry?? A contrast like that is just... absurdly sexy.]
Y-you're sucking me... so hard..!!
[It's as if he's literally being eaten alive. One could make a compelling argument either way, as to whether Mignon should consider himself very lucky or very unlucky that his first ever blowjob is coming from a partner like Oberon. On one hand, it's an incredibly unforgettable first experience to have; for his cock to get swallowed by someone so eager to suck him dry. On the other hand... where the hell can he possibly go from here with another potential partner but down? There's just no way that all blowjobs have the ability to feel like THIS. Even Mignon can tell that Oberon is just objectively good at what he's doing; the way he greedily licks at the sensitive underside of Mignon's cock with that wicked tongue, curling around him like a serpent ready to strike at all of his weakspots.
Caving to temptation, Mignon moans loudly as he sinks deeper into Oberon's gullet, bumping and prodding dangerously closer to the fae's throat with each barley-restrained thrust. It's no surprise that he doesn't last much longer once those nails dig into his muscled thighs like cat's claws; the sharp pain making him cry out in with an unexpected but welcome added burst of pleasure.]
Gh-AH! Aah, shit-- I'm g-gonna come...!! [He barely makes it through that warning before he thrusts hard- harder than intended- so that he can breach the tight barrier of Oberon's throat and recklessly bury his cock into the soft plush all the way to the back of it. He sees white as he shoots his seed directly down Oberon's throat in strong bursts, even as he clenches his eyes shut and throws his head back in pleasure. His virgin seed, pent-up and thick, makes a mess of the fae's poor mouth in a way he'll surely reflect on later- but for now? It's bliss. Momentarily losing control of his body, Mignon pulls back and then continues thrusting as he rides out his long orgasm; groaning, and grip tightening in Oberon's hair until he finally finishes.]
[He makes a noise between a wheeze and a wet grunt, the urge to choke yanked away by virtue of his throat being so thoroughly filled that it overrides his gag reflex - and all he can do is swallow then, muscles working around the organ in his mouth like a caress. A familiar warmth shoots down his throat before Mignon pulls back, giving Oberon a moment to breathe… only to then decide that he’s not quite finished with him yet. Hands tighten back into the fae’s hair as he’s held steady again, urged to remain in place, each thrust sliding over his tongue and bucking up near his teeth until, at last, the cock stops its eager twitching, stops ejaculating, and the human’s hips finally relax with his pelvis happily pressed up against the fae’s nose.
The resounding smack Oberon lobbies against Mignon’s hip in defiance is, he thinks, completely warranted.]
Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.
[Spoken once he’s been freed and the cock pops straight out of his mouth, a line of dribble traced down to his chin. Lips red and swollen, stare a little dazed as the room comes back into focus, he looks thoroughly used — hell, that’s not actually his problem here. Mignon was only so rough because Oberon goaded him into abandoning his manners, that he can accept.
— But damn it, the bastard is heavy. That cock was a little bigger than anticipated. And yes, maybe he’s pouting because that quick romp actually made his jaw sore.]
Off — actually, no, don’t bother. Stay there. [Because there’s a sudden shimmy, the fae demonstrating far more dexterity than an injured creature should, simply flattening his body against the mattress, slipping right underneath the human’s parted legs and down the length of the bed. When he pops up, it’s with a stretch to his wings and arms and a deep, pleased sigh, his manner a strange juxtaposition against the sensual backdrop. He doesn’t even seem to care that his own cock has yet to be taken care of.]
Mmm… that worked out better than I anticipated. [Reaching a hand to gingerly pluck at his bandages, mentally inspecting the covered wound. That amount of energy shaved off, what… six hours of healing, give or take? Impressive for a human. There really is no replacement for the vitality of youth.]
Though you’re really gonna need to be careful with that thing between your legs; you could kill someone less experienced with it.
-! [Blinking as he's smacked against his thigh, Mignon is quick to pull himself free from the wet, hot squeeze of Oberon's throat. And once he does... the sight of Oberon's recently-fucked face makes Mignon's disobedient cock give one more guilty twitch of interest. Before he can apologize- or even process whether he should be taking those last words as a compliment or not- Oberon makes his escape; disappearing from between Mignon's legs and slipping away.]
W-wait..!
[Mignon turns to look at the fae stretching behind him; belatedly realizing that he feels unusually out of breath as he speaks. Is this what it feels like after you have your life-force sucked out of your body...? Mignon is glad to see the fae already feeling a bit better, but... at the same time, Mignon can't shake the feeling that things feel very unfinished.
He leans back against the headboard of his bed, still panting. ]
What... what about you...?
[Mignon looks down at Oberon's cock.] I didn't get to make you come yet...
[Feigning surprise at the sight of himself when the human brings his erection to attention - eyes angled down, head tilted, even as he casually combs his fingers through his hair half-tangled from Mignon’s rather rough treatment. The pleasant drumming of blood still beats through him, has him shifting a little on the bed, the movement smacking the length of his cock against his thigh before he shrugs]
Did you not get what you wanted? [Spoken frankly while he draws his gaze back at the other. The corners of his mouth nearly twitch in amusement at seeing Mignon needing to take in a few steadying breaths, but that same amusement ebbs as he finally drops his arms, resting his weight through them and into the mattress] You had your pleasure, and I have my energy.
[As if to imply that Mignon’s uncertainty at leaving the fae unsatisfied is unnecessary. The exchange was successful; in the event Oberon needs to top off his pleasure, he can always do that on his own time, but to have the human do it for him…
Well. He can’t say it’s a good idea, actually. Initially, he would not have minded the attention, but there are some setbacks that insist he be wary.
Especially not when he can all too easily imagine the other man bearing down on him, eager to see how many octaves he can wring from Oberon if he pins him to the bed. Their romp had made one thing certain: that Oberon might’ve… underestimated the human by thinking him too soft to be a predator. Only that heart is soft, not those instincts or that cock. The only reason Mignon didn’t devour him was Oberon beat him to the punch.
Unbidden, he feels his groin clench a bit at the prospect, the hickey on his neck itching with a phantom pair of lips and teeth, nearly setting a frown on his features — unwilling to entertain all of that nonsense. He clears his throat, rubs at the bruised skin.]
Besides, I bet you’re tired, aren’t you? Did I forget to mention you’re literally handing over your energy to me? It’ll automatically replenish come the morning, but I do tend to go overboard when I’m low on resources…
[Indeed, Mignon's face is somewhat flushed from a combination of exhaustion and the post-sex ripples of pleasure surging through his system, but the athlete has a lot of energy in his reserve and he feels pretty confident that he could recover at least a little sooner than Oberon may think.
However... something about the way Oberon asks Mignon that question leaves him with a bad taste in his mouth. He furrows his brow in disapproval, lips slightly pouting.] "What I wanted"?
You think all I wanted from you is sex...?
[He's still in a soured mood as Oberon continues to prattle on; wickedly warning Mignon about the full consequences of their romp together after the fact. But Mignon barely allows the fae to finish speaking before he's reaching out- with surprising quickness and strength despite his loss of energy just now- and pulling Oberon in closely... for another kiss.
His mouth captures Oberon's firmly, ignoring basically everything the fae just told him, as he pushes his tongue forward and delves deep into the other's mouth. One hand snakes around Oberon's middle as the other holds Oberon by the back of his head; keeping him put as Mignon passionately kisses those same lips which were just firmly wrapped around his cock a moment ago.
After a long moment, Mignon pulls back to break for air; panting and perhaps slightly lower on energy after that kiss, but still raring to go at the drop of a hat.] ...I don't care about any of that.
I've got way more that I wanna give you than one little shot of energy. [He asserts firmly, before easing up a bit.] ...But only if you want it, too.
You're more to me than just something I wanna use to get myself off.
[The sudden manhandling stiffens his spine, would likely end in a curse aimed upon Mignon’s soul if not for the abruptness of that kiss. The hand to his back keeps the fae steady, nearly caught in the man’s lap, and slowly, like fingers unknotting a tense muscle, the rhythmic play of the human’s tongue against his own lowers his guard until he leans into the other, pliant. He sighs against that mouth, frown faint when Mignon pulls back and scolds him.]
You met me not an hour ago.
[Stubbornly pouting as well, his tone ringing with the honest vexation of one who can’t understand why the human has decided he’ll move heaven and hell to be of use to him. Only the fact that he’s settled with his knees ground on either side of one of Mignon’s legs is the proof that he isn’t angry. Rather, another sigh builds into his lungs before he exhales, resting his fingers on the broad expanse of shoulder now in front of him.]
Fine… [Murmuring it underneath his voice until it gathers strength, the heat in his neck gaining color that crawls near to his cheeks. He’s fled back to his crassness, the same hissing feline that Mignon had discovered in the alleyway.] Fine, brat. Have it your way. Throw me upon the bed and have your way with me, I won’t complain.
But when you’ve a migraine in the morning because you gave up half your energy, you best not look to me for sympathy.
[A wide smile instantly pulls at Mignon's features; warm, aqua-blue eyes radiating with satisfaction, excitement... and yes- perhaps just a bit of bratty smugness as well. Oberon is talking as if he's completely unaffected by what Mignon does, but earlier when Mignon had him pinned- and right now as well- it seems like...
Oberon is feeling good, isn't he?] Hehe....
Don't fairies have something like "love at first sight" where you're from...?
[He quips in response to the blond's astute observation of how long- or little- they've known each other so far, but he doesn't give Oberon the time to think too hard about the implications of the question before he is grabbing the fae and doing just as told.
He turns around and immediately tosses Oberon back on the bed; shifting to hover above him. Mignon looks down at the pale, delicate body beneath him like a starving man appreciating his new favorite feast.]
You like kissing, don't you? I guess that makes sense... [-Seeing as Oberon literally feeds off of them and everything. Mignon's large palm gropes at Oberon's chest, and he kisses that pouty mouth.] It's really cute how your body reacts to things.
Like how your nipples get hard so easily... [Mignon shifts lower to kiss and nip at the already-rosy bud of one of Oberon's nipples, before trailing more kisses lower, along the fae's abdomen and beneath his belly button.] ...And down here, too...
[Settled between Oberon's legs, Mignon grabs hold of the blond from beneath his thighs and raises them both up, spreading them wider with a firm grip. Without even a moment of hesitation Mignon licks his lips and lowers his head to swallow Oberon's cock into his mouth, sucking him in.]
[— Back colliding with the mattress again, wings caught at an awkward angle, the open surprise wipes some of that scowl off his face before he can think to hide his expression. It grants Mignon ample time to lean over and plant a smug kiss on his mouth before Oberon can so much as begin to cuss him out. First off, “love” might not be apart of any fairy’s vocabulary, not in the purest sense of the word, but “unhealthy obsession” has been the downfall of every spirit and fae he’s ever known. There’s a reason why the fae allow themselves to be summoned, used, often times discarded before they can enact true hell on the world.
… And, he laments, the same is true for him as well. It’s why Mignon’s antics earn only a frown even as the fae relaxes back, cocking his head to the side when a trail of kisses stoke his blood — and then, a hitched breath when a warm mouth envelopes him, twisting his heart into knots inside his chest.]
You— [Stopping. Starting. His hips roll unevenly as his voice stutters, realizing a moment too late that his thighs are trapped by the human’s grip, shamelessly spread wide and allowing Mignon’s head ample space to bob up and down the length of him. The wet pleasure of that mouth and tongue sticks pins and needles into Oberon’s belly until he throws his head backwards, the ceiling dissolving into a wash of colors as he feels a whine work up his throat. Hips trembling, thighs tensing near Mignon’s ears with barely restrained need—
Don’t thrust. Don’t thrust yet, god knows the brat deserves it, but—]
“Cute”, is it? I’ll— [Gripping his fingers into the sheets when that filthy mouth caresses the head of his cock again in worship.] —I’ll be remembering that. [Forcing out a promise of unholy retribution; knowing that it perhaps loses some of its bite once he’s forced to suck in another shuddering breath.]
[The first strained moan that tears itself from Oberon's throat is so electric in how it instantly fills Mignon with both gratification and renewed arousal that it makes the athlete falter; pausing to look up at Oberon in shock and amazement.
And from then on... Mignon is completely locked the fuck in.
He makes a noise around Oberon's cock as the other's "threat"; something between arousal and amusement, as he swipes his tongue back and forth against that same spot that seemed to catch Oberon so off guard the first time. It twists something inside of Mignon, to witness Oberon struggling so hard just to pretend that he isn't enjoying himself. Now that he has a better idea of the kind of 'mask' Oberon wears... it just makes Mignon all the more fired up at the prospect of ripping it off.
Lips wrap more firmly around the other's cock and he sucks harder with his mouth, swallowing up any precum that leaks from Oberon's swollen head. In his enthusiasm, Mignon can't completely avoid the slight graze of his teeth against Oberon's cock as he doubles his efforts, but he's sure to generously slide his tongue over the affected area, should that accidental contact be made.
The whole time he sucks Oberon off, Mignon's eyes remain focused on what little he can see of the other's face, watching every reaction that he earns from the fae like a hawk. It's those predatory 'instincts' welling up inside of him again; urging him to find every weakness he can grab hold of within his current 'opponent' so that he can relentlessly exploit them.]
[It isn’t the smooth, seamless pleasure of a seasoned lover. As expected, the human has probably never taken anyone to bed before now. Mignon’s eagerness bumps his teeth into Oberon’s cock, the shot of adrenaline flying down the fae’s spine until he arches his back off the mattress, hissing, an unbidden hand tangling in the human’s hair.]
Mignon—
[A reprimand that loses its heat immediately when Oberon doesn’t do anything more besides groan and flex his hips again, mindlessly on the hunt to capture that sensation a second time. Annoying. He’d rather not advertise that he isn’t against a bit of pain to accompany his pleasure, there’s a reason that Mignon sinking his teeth into his neck had warranted such a reaction —
But then their eyes catch, Mignon’s bobbing head and slick mouth transfixing the fae in place as a pinprick of heat blossoms over his skin. He’s being watched, studied - the underside of his cock tongued and massaged like Mignon means to make him squirm. It’s working, too, when the sensitive skin underneath the head of his cock is tongued, and his thighs give another involuntary flex by the human’s ears.]
Come now, be a bit more gentle…
[Smoothing the pads of his fingers against Mignon’s scalp into a lover’s caress, polite enough to avoid the nails. Talking to talk, to take his mind off the mounting tightness that hollows out his stomach each time the human sucks him down to the hilt and makes his balls tighten in anticipation. It’s a matter of pride, now, a refusal to yield if they’re both going to fight in this ring; he doesn’t feel like coming one minute into a novice’s blowjob.]
[Mignon's name has never sounded so sweet as it does now, with Oberon's hand buried within his shaggy white hair, moaning sweetly while arching off of his large mattress. Interestingly enough, the sound almost seemed to be pulled from Oberon's mouth almost as a reflex to both Mignon's tongue and the unintentional graze of Mignon's teeth against him. Unless Mignon is mistaken...?
There's only one way to know for sure.
But Mignon is momentarily distracted by the way Oberon's hips lurch upwards, greedily bucking into his mouth. The athlete gives a slight noise of strain around Oberon's shaft, but only flushes with added heat as he realizes that Oberon... is slowly losing control of himself. If the fae thrusted like that on purpose, even Mignon would agree that it'd be warranted after Mignon went and enthusiastically fucked his throat earlier- but that doesn't quite seem to be the intention here. Rather than punishing Mignon, it seems more like Oberon is actively trying to hold himself back from reacting to what's being done to him... and failing.
Mignon has a pretty good idea of how to make him fail harder.
He stops when the fae urges him to 'be gentle'; finally pulling his mouth free from Oberon's twitching flesh with a wet pop of suction. But rather than doing so to catch his breath, or even to comply with the fae's request, Mignon furrows his brow and looks at the blond intently before breathlessly replying-]
...No.
[One of his hands releases Oberon's leg to slide up and grip those visibly-tightening balls within his palm. Squeezing, massaging, just firmly enough to dance on the border between pleasure and pain.]
You like stuff like this, right..? [He turns his head, muttering against the pale skin of Oberon's creamy inner-thigh.] -When it's a little rough.
[Blatantly calling Oberon's bluff, Mignon puts his "theory" to the test and bites down against Oberon's thigh hard enough to leave his mark behind. The thought of marking up Oberon's skin- even temporarily- excites Mignon in a way that his lust-clouded mind can't even understand; enough to give him yet another raging hard-on between his legs. The more Mignon discovers about Oberon's body, it seems, the more he slowly begins to learn about himself. His most recent discoveries: that he likes to bite... and that he really likes to watch.
Mignon's shaggy hair is damp with perspiration; a bead of sweat trickling down his temple just from watching Oberon react to all of his manhandling alone. If Mignon didn't just get the blowjob of a lifetime recently, it might've even made him cum by now. He continues gnawing at Oberon's thigh, kissing and licking his way back to Oberon's groin, before making a slow and deliberate show of lightly nipping his teeth against Oberon's twitching cock as well- testing the fairy's limits. Oberon has more than enough time to stop his cock from being bitten, if he really wants to...
[Frowning darkly from underneath the shadow of his lashes when the human straight-up denies his request. Never mind it hadn’t been an honest plea for mercy, that part doesn’t matter — it’s still a rare day that Oberon finds anyone willing to challenge him. The fingers in that damp hair curl in warning, nails to the scalp, a reminder that he only bothers with being beautiful and pliant when not angered. The human best not test his luck too much.
— And then the bastard does it anyway, sinking his teeth into Oberon’s thigh and rudely trapping his balls against those roughened fingers. No, he doesn’t hiss, or cry out, or even moan, that’d practically be conceding the win to Mignon. But his fingers tighten again in the human’s hair, the fae’s breath catching somewhere between his throat and nose. He dare not exhale, not when the precome is already dribbling a steady, thin river down the length of him, at least until the eventual need to breathe wins out, and—]
A-ah—
[He abandons one of his rules — to not break eye contact — switching instead self-preservation of his pride, eyes screwing shut and his head twisted away. He can at least keep any further noises locked behind his clenched teeth, all while the stray hand not tangled in Mignon’s hair paws uselessly at the sheets. Teeth scrape against the soft, pliant skin of his cock and his hips buck in response; another loss. They’re mounting as fast as the tide. Breath hurried:]
Get up here.
[— Mignon’s hard again, isn’t he? Oberon doesn’t need to see the proof to know. Meaning that cock needs seeing to, and the fae knows how best to ensure both of them end this night on a satisfying note.
That it allows him to skirt his own loss is besides the point, surely. Tugging at the white tuffs of hair before his fingers glide along the side of that cheek still nestled against his groin, eyes opening again, drawing his tongue over his lips in anticipation while he purposefully coons]
Come now, I don’t want to come alone. And there’s one other way you can offer your energy to me.
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Y’know what? Fair enough. It’s not as if he’s explained the details of his anatomy to the man.
It’s why, without preamble, the hand still loosely tied to Mignon’s wrist releases its hold and goes to find purchase in the collar of his shirt, tugging at him with three, short bursts of insistent determination until the space between them once again turns minuscule, enough for Oberon to catch the sundrops of color in Mignon’s eyes. Head tilted, eyes slanted in mischief:]
Well, certainly, if you decided to get rough with me, it’d be a problem, but… a kiss would suffice.
[What]
You seemed so eager, it didn’t strike me as important enough to explain the details, but… [Only barely able to keep the corners of his mouth from pulling into an impish, borderline cruel grin] I’m the type of fairy that can use a human’s energy for sustenance. Helps me heal all the faster! Usually it gathers in one’s bodily fluids, and so…
[Blood. Saliva. Semen. It’s all the same to him. In a pinch, taking a lover isn’t a bad deal; Mignon’s pretty face and impressive physique were not the only reasons Oberon wasn’t against the human pressing him into the couch cushions. He even factored the possibility into his week-long healing. A kiss alone won’t exactly shave off an entire day of rest, but it will not hurt his case, either]
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Wh-- huh??
F-fluids...? [The words all take a moment to fully sink into his thick skull, but once they do, it's like a switched within Mignon's brain is flipped in an instant. Mignon has never heard a single sentence that changed things so much in his entire life.
So basically, if Mignon wants to help Oberon out... It turns out that surrendering to that "instinct" that Mignon felt earlier would have been the right call after all?
Eyes shifting from fluster to desire in an instant, Mignon finds himself taking Oberon's face between his hands. It's different than before, now that Mignon has surrendered to impulse completely. His own eyes go half-lidded as he stares down at Oberon's mouth.] In that case...
I'll give it to you. My energy. [A light, experimental kiss to Oberon's lips. Testing... tasting. Yes... this feels right. He mutters against Oberon's mouth.]
I want you... to take as much as you like.
[He pushes forward to capture Oberon's mouth with his own. It's a bit clumsy at first- all passion with no real experience... But Mignon adjusts quickly. Learning fast, he tilts his head to a better angle and then shoves his tongue forward to properly explore the fae's mouth in earnest; a low groan of appreciation leaving him at the new hot and wet, slippery soft but firm sensations against his tongue.]
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It’ll earn the man a scolding, Oberon decides, until a brush of tongue inside his mouth insists he leave such thoughts for later.
It’s a novice’s kiss - someone with limited experience, graced only by their eagerness. But Oberon chooses to remain pliant for a few beats anyway, offering up the chance for Mignon to explore at his leisure. The human adjusts his passion, tilts his head, massages their mouths together like a man starved of touch, and in response Oberon sighs deeply, a pleased hum escaping him when their noses brush.
Heat pools in his stomach. His tongue tracing against the human’s bottom lip, Oberon pulls back to lick his own lips, eyes opened again, the traces of energy turning the rims of his pupils a violent blue.]
Don’t tell me you’re just going to stand there. [Voice a touch more lightfeathered than he anticipates, pretending that his chest isn’t more quickly drawing in breath. Reaching over, his fingers find a path to Mignon’s elbow, tracing against the muscle of the other’s forearm until he massages the dip right below Mignon’s palm, where he can feel a thundering pulse begin to pick up speed.] Or are you still determined to be a gentleman?
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All they've done is kiss, and Mignon can already feel his arousal rapidly returning. Maybe he pushes a bit too hard at first but he can't help it; chasing after Oberon's mouth as the blond pulls away, and making a low noise of complaint when he escapes. Breathing deeply himself, Mignon realizes that his current crouched position in front of Oberon probably makes him look like even more of a predatory animal than he's starting to feel like, and he catches himself; exhaling shakily as the seductive fae licks him. Those eyes glimmering back at him don't make it any easier for Mignon to pace himself, either. His heartbeat is already going a mile a minute by the time Oberon's finger slides down to feel his pulse.]
...I'm not. [He decides, honestly-] I don't think I know the first thing about being a gentleman.
But... I do wanna try and be careful with you for now, so...
[Dipping low, Mignon goes to scoop Oberon up into his arms bridal-style. If there's going to be 'fluids' transferred from more than just kissing, the least Mignon can do is make sure it takes place somewhere more comfortable than the couch. So, he takes the fae to his bedroom, nudging the already-cracked door open with his foot and carrying Oberon to the bed. Mignon might not have any lavish luxuries in his apartment, but if there was one thing that he was particularly excited to splurge a bit of extra cash on? It's his large mattress. -A far cry than the tiny futon he was once stuck growing on into his adulthood while living with Coach. Nice soft sheets and plenty room to sprawl back on greet Oberon's back as he's laid down gently by the larger man.]
Just promise me a couple things first.
[Mignon pauses to remove his undershirt; stripping himself topless before he crawls over Oberon in bed. His large palm goes to spread Oberon's makeshift 'cloak' open completely as he speaks, before sliding over that cute, pale chest. The sight of those pert little nipples is enough to make his mouth water, but Mignon swallows and continues; just fondling them idly, and ignoring the way his cock twitches for attention within his sweatpants.]
Firstly- Even if you can endure it, you have to tell me if something's hurting you too much, okay?
[Because, at the end of the day, despite Mignon being a considerate enough guy, the difference between his and Oberon's bodies is almost comically obvious. Not to mention the fact that the inexperienced athlete has never exactly been trained in how to do anything with his body besides using it to dominate an opponent in the ring...]
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He’s seen his share of humans. Their variety is less impressive than that of the fae, who will take the shape of anything on a whim… But a human is just a human. Arms, legs, a torso, a head; count out every boring finger and toe, it’s all the same.
Much as he’d rather throw Mignon into that same boring pile… it’s difficult when one of those hands spreads large enough to sweep at half of his chest, a bear paw. His nipples fondled to attention, the fae’s eyes flutter, swallowing down a pleased hiss.]
I think I’ve voiced enough complaints already for you to trust my honesty.
[Lips spilling over into a smirk at his own joke. He slips his arms out of their sleeves — silently noting how useless the garment was in the end — and reaches up at last, mimicking Mignon’s explorations by dragging his fingertips along the human’s skin. Reading the ripple of muscle near Mignon’s ribs as if braille, the story of countless hours poured into honing such a body for the spectacle. The other called himself a fighter, and the proof is clear: cut diamond, fat shaved clean from the bone, leaving behind heaving muscle slowly beginning to gather a sheen of sweat.
… Fine. So it is a handsome body, he relents. Worth the attention he’ll be giving to it. Both his hands and eyes wander south in anticipation, nails dragging down the human’s abdomen like he wants to see it jump and tremble underneath.]
Be at ease; you’re not going to hurt me. [Already at the border of those sweatpants, teasing the edge of the fabric between his thumb and forefinger — of course noticing the bulge that’s as lacking in subtlety as Mignon himself. Eyes narrowing in on the sight, but a shame; it will have to sit there twitching for a moment longer.]
Do you have another promise you wish of me? Hurry, before my patience runs dry.
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It's almost a shame when the fae removes it but, well. Mignon can't exactly complain about seeing even a bit more skin. Oberon is seriously gorgeous, and any man would certainly be lucky to be in Mignon's shoes. He almost wonders how many men have been so lucky in the past, but... No- on second thought, that's probably none of Mignon's business. Despite his feelings, this is essentially just a mutually beneficial exchange of sorts between them. A win-win, where Mignon can indulge his newly-awakened sexual curiosity and help Oberon heal at the same time. It's not like they're "real" lovers, after all...
However. That's precisely what brings Mignon to his second request.]
-! Mh... G-good... [He exhales the word; serving as appreciation for both the fact that Oberon (kinda-sorta?) agreed to his terms so far, but mostly for that dainty hand sliding along his hardened muscle. It might not be a bad idea for him to negotiate their 'terms' like this again in the future...
Sucking in a breath through his teeth, Mignon groans and his hips twitch at the feeling of nails raking down to the hem of his pants.]
Just... ah... [What was his second request again? Oberon is so distracting that it's nearly wiped from his mind. Hips impatiently twitch forward on their own to make a futile attempt at thrusting against Oberon's wandering hand; his body sensitive. As his erection only swells up larger and harder, drawing his bloodflow down far away from his brain, Mignon has to shake his head as if to clear it.]
O-obviously, you can go wherever, and do whatever you want once you're feeling better, but...
...While you're here this week... [Rough, callouses fingers experimentally give the fae's nipple a squeeze. It seems like Oberon liked being touched here...
Mignon follows the other's lead, and uses his free hand to squeeze directly between Oberon's legs, groping him firmly. He watches Oberon's face and body closely; taking in every reaction.]
Let me be the the only one 'feeding you energy' like this.
Promise...?
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And Oberon’s hands still for it, accidentally relinquishing the “lead” to Mignon when there is suddenly a very rude hand positioned between his legs and still on his chest, those large fingers squeezing him with such pointedness that the fae’s head snaps backwards into the mattress with a strangled grunt. Goddamnit all—]
I did not— [Pausing. Struggling to string together a coherent sentence that won’t embarrass him further. His brows twitch and his body squirms, and it’s a coin toss between arousal or irritation at having lost his footing.] — did not take you for the possessive sort.
[Having to drag in an inhale, a veiled attempt to keep his chest from fluttering, and it only half-works when Mignon’s free to fondle him. His hips flex, rutting upward to turn that grip into a slow, deliberate stroke. The human’s eyes are on him — ready to learn in how many ways he might squeeze out another note of pleasure from him, the fairy assumes — and maybe that’s not how he quite imagined this going, when he’d been ready to noose Mignon by the cock and perhaps tease the man to his breaking point…]
You’ve some nerve, asking me that when I’m frail and helpless.
[— Is it technically a lie when his mystics are locked away and he’s sporting a bullet wound? Clearly Mignon just needs to ignore every other moment when Oberon has insinuated that he’d behead the human for so much as looking at him funny, or snarled at him like a wild animal, or nearly pulled his ear off, or—]
Mm, very well… I’ll accept only your energy. [Huffing out a breath between his teeth, ignoring the gathering heat that weaves up his neck and splotches his pale chest. It isn’t true affection — they’re both well aware — so Oberon sees no reason to play at this like he’s signing off his autonomy. The weight of the promise is diminished by virtue of that time limit. Seeing as he never planned to take another human lover in the first place…
Fingers finding their energy renewed, Oberon pulls down the hem of Mignon’s sweatpants at last — over that visible hump until a half-hardened cock that’d been tucked into the fabric is freed for his inspection — and still irritable, the grip his fingers take are hardly gentle. A rough stroke, thumb already swiping at the head, pressing into the slit until a gathering of pre-cum wets the pad of his finger.
His eyes narrowed in on Mignon’s face like he expects to be well compensated for his work.]
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He doesn't deny the other's assessment of him; merely tweaking Oberon's nipple again as he waits for an agreement. It's... unexpectedly fun, actually, to tease the grumpy fae like this.]
Pff- [Unable to help it, a warm burst of laughter erupts from Mignon as Oberon huffs out a complaint. 'Frail and helpless', huh?] Is that what you are now...?
[As thick-headed as he is, Mignon obviously isn't buying it. He continues to tease Oberon's nipples and only very slowly rub his cock until finally Oberon gives a straight answer, and Mignon grins triumphantly. Leaning in, he gives another kiss to Oberon's lips instead of verbalizing a direct response; expressing his satisfaction through action instead of words. Oberon is rewarded for his compliance with an immediate increase in the speed of his hand as he strokes the fae's pretty cock in earnest.
It's genuinely becoming addicting already to see Oberon 'break' into an involuntary moan. For as long as he can remember, Mignon has only ever had the ability to hurt others. Nothing else seemed possible, because he had been taught (conditioned) repeatedly to believe that he'd never be good at anything else.
But if that's really true, then why does Oberon look like he's feeling so good? With these same big, indelicate, 'dangerous' hands, Mignon is able to make even the obviously-experienced fae moan in out in pleasure...
It's funny how Oberon is supposed to be the one feeding off of Mignon, and yet here Mignon is lapping up Oberon's pleasure with his eyes; taking all of the fae's arousal into himself like a sponge to water. Every sound he pulls from Oberon's throat adds fire to his veins; every arch and writhe becomes Mignon's salvation--]
Gh- Ahn...!
[-Until Oberon launches his own 'counter'-attack', and the athlete breaks their kiss to let out a surprised moan. It should come as no surprise that, by the time Oberon gets his pants lowered, Mignon is already quite hard and practically drooling from the head of his heavy cock. His inexperience is on full display when he hardens within Oberon's merciless grip so impressively fast that it nearly hurts him; his own pace faltering for a moment as he finds himself overwhelmed by the first touch of a foreign hand around himself. He furrows his eyes and whimpers; his swollen red tip targeted at it's most sensitive spot, and for a moment it almost seems as if he forgets to move. But after a deep breath, Mignon opens his eyes again and glares down at Oberon with newfound competitiveness and desire behind his gaze. Leaning in again, Mignon opens his mouth- not to kiss Oberon, but to deliver a lick up the side of the fae's throat, before delivering a very possessive bite to his slender neck. He continues to lick, kiss and nibble at the fae as he fights through his own pleasure to keep touching Oberon despite the fact that he's admittedly dangerously close to climaxing much earlier than anticipated. Still, he'll fight as hard as he can to get Oberon there first... or, at the very least, along with him.]
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— And then of course, as if to give that unbidden thought further weight, there is the sudden shock of teeth sinking into the meat of his neck when the bastard lunges forward like a canine, turning Oberon’s amusement into a blinding red heat. Maybe he curses. Or moans. It’s hard to tell which. Only that he arches his back, wings twitching, while that sound escapes him, dredged up from the bottom of his throat like a lone pearl pulled from the wreckage, and Mignon will be paying for that.
The hand still clutched around Mignon’s member twitches before renewing its efforts, his fingers slicked with precome and gliding up, down, up, down — squeezing with force meant to pump Mignon dry if the human doesn’t concentrate on holding back. It’s turn into war, a race to see who trips the other up at the finish line — and he feels his own heart stuttering to an uneven beat of pleasure as Mignon doubles down as well, stroking him from the tip to his balls in fast, excited gestures, muscles clenching in excitement, until—]
— No, stop.
[Abrupt, his head tilted so that his words brush at the shell of the human’s ear, even as the other licks and nibbles bruises into his neck]
This won’t do, you know. [Chest openly panting now - the smallest confession offered, proof that for an inexperienced human, he certainly got the fae’s blood pumping.] You’ll just waste it all.
[… He mentioned the energy he needed was collected in bodily fluids, did he not? Perhaps there wasn’t any further elaboration, but that fact hasn’t changed. This surprising power play isn’t the direction he wants this to go tonight, when his wound is still fresh and his prospects for freedom are all too limited.
— He’s distracting, for a human. Almost irritatingly so. All the more reason Oberon knows it best to keep his sense about him.
Smiling, his teeth shine like pearls - or perhaps a feline’s teeth. The hand not busy drawing a finger along the pulsing veins of Mignon’s erection comes up to twist and play in the human’s hair, curling strands between his fingers]
Well? Are you coming up, or am I going down? Where shall my mouth go?
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[Nipping, sucking and licking at Oberon's skin until he can leave his mark behind is somehow deeply satisfying in a way that Mignon himself can't explain, so it only revs him up even more to hear how the fae responds to it. Precum drips from his own cock and his hips thrust into Oberon's grip on their own as he moans against now-bruised flesh and continues gnawing against the other...]
-! [But when he's told to stop, he stops. very reluctantly. A complaining groan rumbles from his throat almost like a growl; his brain hazy as he goes rigid and tries to regain his focus.] Rgh...
What're you...? [He almost forgot about the 'point' of this entirely, being as close to the edge of a climax as he is. But once Oberon forcefully yanks Mignon's head up out of the crook of his neck and grins, a wave of understanding hits Mignon all at once, causing him to gasp sharply and his brows to raise in surprise. Somehow, Mignon... didn't actually think about the act of how he'd be delivering his 'fluids' to the other.] ...Oh...
[Snapped out of his horny haze, Mignon's eyes flick down to Oberon's lips and a shudder runs down his spine. Is such a small, pretty mouth... really going to be wrapped around something like that? Such an angelic-looking guy being made to suck Mignon's oppressively large cock almost feels wrong... And yet, Mignon's virgin body reacts honestly to the prospect; jumping and throbbing against Oberon's hand as the other draws another shiver out of him with dexterous fingers. Mignon has to reach down and stop Oberon's hand from pushing him any closer to orgasm.] W-wait...
I'll go up... so you don't have to move... [Panting for breath, shifts to remove himself up; crawling higher above Oberon's body until he's straddling Oberon's chest; knees adjacent to Oberon's shoulders. Mignon looks down at the fae with a deep blush on his face, watching as his sizeable cock hovers and sways above Oberon's mouth.]
Is this okay...?
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If that’s what you like. [Reply a wave of moist heat that brushes directly over the erection’s head, and he does not hide the smirk in his voice when another dribble of precome starts pooling at the tip. Close enough for him to lean forward, lick it clean, if he truly wanted. The human’s going to leak all over if he doesn’t get the show on the road, otherwise, but—]
Ah… You’ll have to help me, Mignon.
[The picture of fake innocence. Batted eyelashes and a little squirm upon the mattress, as if the very effort of moving when the human’s body looms overhead is too much for the fairy to bear. Yet even still, his “trapped” hands raise, tracing up and down along the back of Mignon’s thighs — quietly impressed that even here, all he can find is honed muscle tensing under his touch.
A gentle, insistent tap. Pushing at those legs dutifully keeping the bulk of Mignon’s frame from bearing down on him and burying into a waiting mouth. Again, his voice comes out a whisper of breath, watching the erection twitch.] Come now… If you don’t at least angle it down, we’ll never finish.
[Lifting his gaze to that reddened face, ensuring that Mignon cannot escape the challenge that glows like an ember behind the glass of his blue eyes. Go on then. The other claimed he was no gentleman, and Oberon’s giving him clearance to take his pleasure by the head, as it were. All in spirited debauchery. He’ll even consider it Mignon’s reward for his surprising hospitality.]
Go on… you needn’t be that gentle.
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Given an impatient tap, Mignon lowers himself obediently; the visual of his own cock angled across Oberon's face painting a rather obscene visual in itself, given the fact that his dick is easily casting a shadow the entire length of Oberon's head. As he thrusts shallowly, Mignon misjudges the angle in his nervousness and merely rubs the underside of his cock against Oberon's soft lips at first, smearing them with precum, and the muscles of his thighs squeeze tight in an effort to control that familiar feeling of an impending orgasm churning in his balls already.]
Ngh, s-sorry.... [He's not even sure what he's apologizing for. Getting Oberon's mouth messy? Being unable to help enjoying this too much? The fact that his dick is almost rudely-sized for this kind of thing? Whatever the cause may be, heavy guilt and even heavier arousal swirl within him as he moves to take hold of Oberon by the head to steady himself; fingers tensing within that soft blond hair as he pushes his twitching cock into Oberon's mouth- successfully this time.]
Fuck...! [The curse is more of a whimper as his hips stutter; almost afraid to move as the wet heat overwhelms him. He's tempted to look away, but there's an almost challenging glint within the eyes of the one below him that almost seems to be keeping his gaze prisoner.]
Ughn... Oberon... [He moans the name helplessly as his grip on the fae's head tightens and he thrusts deeper into that hot mouth; hips starting to move on their own to stuff it full.] W-wai-- I can't, it's... too good...!
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Regardless, the stare he serves the man is borderline flat, unimpressed — a brow arched as he idly skims his lip to catch all traces of the precome that’d been rudely applied there. Faintly salty; a taste he’s hardly in love with but also doesn’t mind when there’s energy to harvest. He’s swallowed worse. And Mignon brims with the energy of a young stud pushed to his boiling point. Holding back a snort, he opens his mouth again, prepared to tell Mignon he needn’t be so shy about this, especially not when the fae is the one urging him to drive his hips forward—
And of course that’s when Mignon decides he’s found his courage, his sense of aim, a hand sliding into the tendrils of Oberon’s hair to hold him steady. The mushroom head of the other’s cock presses past his lips, nearly scrapes against the fairy’s molars until he coaches himself to open his mouth all the wider — alright, much wider, his already aching jaw scolds him — hollowing out the space until the only sensation left is a heat and sin. Mouth filled and automatically sucking on the organ, tongue finding a large vein to trace and tease, coaxing the blood to flow all the more—
The human groans, helpless as his hips pump forward, and despite himself, Oberon groans too. When his fingers turn to claws, digging into the skin of Mignon’s thighs, it isn’t a reprimand. The fae’s eyes have taken on an unholy glow of greed, until concentration demands he closes them — head bobbed to keep in tune with Mignon pumping so far into his mouth, he can feel the tip pushing up near his throat, like the human is already prepared to make him swallow.]
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Y-you're sucking me... so hard..!!
[It's as if he's literally being eaten alive. One could make a compelling argument either way, as to whether Mignon should consider himself very lucky or very unlucky that his first ever blowjob is coming from a partner like Oberon. On one hand, it's an incredibly unforgettable first experience to have; for his cock to get swallowed by someone so eager to suck him dry. On the other hand... where the hell can he possibly go from here with another potential partner but down? There's just no way that all blowjobs have the ability to feel like THIS. Even Mignon can tell that Oberon is just objectively good at what he's doing; the way he greedily licks at the sensitive underside of Mignon's cock with that wicked tongue, curling around him like a serpent ready to strike at all of his weakspots.
Caving to temptation, Mignon moans loudly as he sinks deeper into Oberon's gullet, bumping and prodding dangerously closer to the fae's throat with each barley-restrained thrust. It's no surprise that he doesn't last much longer once those nails dig into his muscled thighs like cat's claws; the sharp pain making him cry out in with an unexpected but welcome added burst of pleasure.]
Gh-AH! Aah, shit-- I'm g-gonna come...!! [He barely makes it through that warning before he thrusts hard- harder than intended- so that he can breach the tight barrier of Oberon's throat and recklessly bury his cock into the soft plush all the way to the back of it. He sees white as he shoots his seed directly down Oberon's throat in strong bursts, even as he clenches his eyes shut and throws his head back in pleasure. His virgin seed, pent-up and thick, makes a mess of the fae's poor mouth in a way he'll surely reflect on later- but for now? It's bliss. Momentarily losing control of his body, Mignon pulls back and then continues thrusting as he rides out his long orgasm; groaning, and grip tightening in Oberon's hair until he finally finishes.]
Ugh... ah... a-amazing...
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The resounding smack Oberon lobbies against Mignon’s hip in defiance is, he thinks, completely warranted.]
Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.
[Spoken once he’s been freed and the cock pops straight out of his mouth, a line of dribble traced down to his chin. Lips red and swollen, stare a little dazed as the room comes back into focus, he looks thoroughly used — hell, that’s not actually his problem here. Mignon was only so rough because Oberon goaded him into abandoning his manners, that he can accept.
— But damn it, the bastard is heavy. That cock was a little bigger than anticipated. And yes, maybe he’s pouting because that quick romp actually made his jaw sore.]
Off — actually, no, don’t bother. Stay there. [Because there’s a sudden shimmy, the fae demonstrating far more dexterity than an injured creature should, simply flattening his body against the mattress, slipping right underneath the human’s parted legs and down the length of the bed. When he pops up, it’s with a stretch to his wings and arms and a deep, pleased sigh, his manner a strange juxtaposition against the sensual backdrop. He doesn’t even seem to care that his own cock has yet to be taken care of.]
Mmm… that worked out better than I anticipated. [Reaching a hand to gingerly pluck at his bandages, mentally inspecting the covered wound. That amount of energy shaved off, what… six hours of healing, give or take? Impressive for a human. There really is no replacement for the vitality of youth.]
Though you’re really gonna need to be careful with that thing between your legs; you could kill someone less experienced with it.
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W-wait..!
[Mignon turns to look at the fae stretching behind him; belatedly realizing that he feels unusually out of breath as he speaks. Is this what it feels like after you have your life-force sucked out of your body...? Mignon is glad to see the fae already feeling a bit better, but... at the same time, Mignon can't shake the feeling that things feel very unfinished.
He leans back against the headboard of his bed, still panting. ]
What... what about you...?
[Mignon looks down at Oberon's cock.] I didn't get to make you come yet...
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[Feigning surprise at the sight of himself when the human brings his erection to attention - eyes angled down, head tilted, even as he casually combs his fingers through his hair half-tangled from Mignon’s rather rough treatment. The pleasant drumming of blood still beats through him, has him shifting a little on the bed, the movement smacking the length of his cock against his thigh before he shrugs]
Did you not get what you wanted? [Spoken frankly while he draws his gaze back at the other. The corners of his mouth nearly twitch in amusement at seeing Mignon needing to take in a few steadying breaths, but that same amusement ebbs as he finally drops his arms, resting his weight through them and into the mattress] You had your pleasure, and I have my energy.
[As if to imply that Mignon’s uncertainty at leaving the fae unsatisfied is unnecessary. The exchange was successful; in the event Oberon needs to top off his pleasure, he can always do that on his own time, but to have the human do it for him…
Well. He can’t say it’s a good idea, actually. Initially, he would not have minded the attention, but there are some setbacks that insist he be wary.
Especially not when he can all too easily imagine the other man bearing down on him, eager to see how many octaves he can wring from Oberon if he pins him to the bed. Their romp had made one thing certain: that Oberon might’ve… underestimated the human by thinking him too soft to be a predator. Only that heart is soft, not those instincts or that cock. The only reason Mignon didn’t devour him was Oberon beat him to the punch.
Unbidden, he feels his groin clench a bit at the prospect, the hickey on his neck itching with a phantom pair of lips and teeth, nearly setting a frown on his features — unwilling to entertain all of that nonsense. He clears his throat, rubs at the bruised skin.]
Besides, I bet you’re tired, aren’t you? Did I forget to mention you’re literally handing over your energy to me? It’ll automatically replenish come the morning, but I do tend to go overboard when I’m low on resources…
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However... something about the way Oberon asks Mignon that question leaves him with a bad taste in his mouth. He furrows his brow in disapproval, lips slightly pouting.] "What I wanted"?
You think all I wanted from you is sex...?
[He's still in a soured mood as Oberon continues to prattle on; wickedly warning Mignon about the full consequences of their romp together after the fact. But Mignon barely allows the fae to finish speaking before he's reaching out- with surprising quickness and strength despite his loss of energy just now- and pulling Oberon in closely... for another kiss.
His mouth captures Oberon's firmly, ignoring basically everything the fae just told him, as he pushes his tongue forward and delves deep into the other's mouth. One hand snakes around Oberon's middle as the other holds Oberon by the back of his head; keeping him put as Mignon passionately kisses those same lips which were just firmly wrapped around his cock a moment ago.
After a long moment, Mignon pulls back to break for air; panting and perhaps slightly lower on energy after that kiss, but still raring to go at the drop of a hat.]
...I don't care about any of that.
I've got way more that I wanna give you than one little shot of energy. [He asserts firmly, before easing up a bit.] ...But only if you want it, too.
You're more to me than just something I wanna use to get myself off.
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You met me not an hour ago.
[Stubbornly pouting as well, his tone ringing with the honest vexation of one who can’t understand why the human has decided he’ll move heaven and hell to be of use to him. Only the fact that he’s settled with his knees ground on either side of one of Mignon’s legs is the proof that he isn’t angry. Rather, another sigh builds into his lungs before he exhales, resting his fingers on the broad expanse of shoulder now in front of him.]
Fine… [Murmuring it underneath his voice until it gathers strength, the heat in his neck gaining color that crawls near to his cheeks. He’s fled back to his crassness, the same hissing feline that Mignon had discovered in the alleyway.] Fine, brat. Have it your way. Throw me upon the bed and have your way with me, I won’t complain.
But when you’ve a migraine in the morning because you gave up half your energy, you best not look to me for sympathy.
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Oberon is feeling good, isn't he?] Hehe....
Don't fairies have something like "love at first sight" where you're from...?
[He quips in response to the blond's astute observation of how long- or little- they've known each other so far, but he doesn't give Oberon the time to think too hard about the implications of the question before he is grabbing the fae and doing just as told.
He turns around and immediately tosses Oberon back on the bed; shifting to hover above him. Mignon looks down at the pale, delicate body beneath him like a starving man appreciating his new favorite feast.]
You like kissing, don't you? I guess that makes sense... [-Seeing as Oberon literally feeds off of them and everything. Mignon's large palm gropes at Oberon's chest, and he kisses that pouty mouth.] It's really cute how your body reacts to things.
Like how your nipples get hard so easily... [Mignon shifts lower to kiss and nip at the already-rosy bud of one of Oberon's nipples, before trailing more kisses lower, along the fae's abdomen and beneath his belly button.] ...And down here, too...
[Settled between Oberon's legs, Mignon grabs hold of the blond from beneath his thighs and raises them both up, spreading them wider with a firm grip. Without even a moment of hesitation Mignon licks his lips and lowers his head to swallow Oberon's cock into his mouth, sucking him in.]
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… And, he laments, the same is true for him as well. It’s why Mignon’s antics earn only a frown even as the fae relaxes back, cocking his head to the side when a trail of kisses stoke his blood — and then, a hitched breath when a warm mouth envelopes him, twisting his heart into knots inside his chest.]
You— [Stopping. Starting. His hips roll unevenly as his voice stutters, realizing a moment too late that his thighs are trapped by the human’s grip, shamelessly spread wide and allowing Mignon’s head ample space to bob up and down the length of him. The wet pleasure of that mouth and tongue sticks pins and needles into Oberon’s belly until he throws his head backwards, the ceiling dissolving into a wash of colors as he feels a whine work up his throat. Hips trembling, thighs tensing near Mignon’s ears with barely restrained need—
Don’t thrust. Don’t thrust yet, god knows the brat deserves it, but—]
“Cute”, is it? I’ll— [Gripping his fingers into the sheets when that filthy mouth caresses the head of his cock again in worship.] —I’ll be remembering that. [Forcing out a promise of unholy retribution; knowing that it perhaps loses some of its bite once he’s forced to suck in another shuddering breath.]
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And from then on... Mignon is completely locked the fuck in.
He makes a noise around Oberon's cock as the other's "threat"; something between arousal and amusement, as he swipes his tongue back and forth against that same spot that seemed to catch Oberon so off guard the first time. It twists something inside of Mignon, to witness Oberon struggling so hard just to pretend that he isn't enjoying himself. Now that he has a better idea of the kind of 'mask' Oberon wears... it just makes Mignon all the more fired up at the prospect of ripping it off.
Lips wrap more firmly around the other's cock and he sucks harder with his mouth, swallowing up any precum that leaks from Oberon's swollen head. In his enthusiasm, Mignon can't completely avoid the slight graze of his teeth against Oberon's cock as he doubles his efforts, but he's sure to generously slide his tongue over the affected area, should that accidental contact be made.
The whole time he sucks Oberon off, Mignon's eyes remain focused on what little he can see of the other's face, watching every reaction that he earns from the fae like a hawk. It's those predatory 'instincts' welling up inside of him again; urging him to find every weakness he can grab hold of within his current 'opponent' so that he can relentlessly exploit them.]
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Mignon—
[A reprimand that loses its heat immediately when Oberon doesn’t do anything more besides groan and flex his hips again, mindlessly on the hunt to capture that sensation a second time. Annoying. He’d rather not advertise that he isn’t against a bit of pain to accompany his pleasure, there’s a reason that Mignon sinking his teeth into his neck had warranted such a reaction —
But then their eyes catch, Mignon’s bobbing head and slick mouth transfixing the fae in place as a pinprick of heat blossoms over his skin. He’s being watched, studied - the underside of his cock tongued and massaged like Mignon means to make him squirm. It’s working, too, when the sensitive skin underneath the head of his cock is tongued, and his thighs give another involuntary flex by the human’s ears.]
Come now, be a bit more gentle…
[Smoothing the pads of his fingers against Mignon’s scalp into a lover’s caress, polite enough to avoid the nails. Talking to talk, to take his mind off the mounting tightness that hollows out his stomach each time the human sucks him down to the hilt and makes his balls tighten in anticipation. It’s a matter of pride, now, a refusal to yield if they’re both going to fight in this ring; he doesn’t feel like coming one minute into a novice’s blowjob.]
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There's only one way to know for sure.
But Mignon is momentarily distracted by the way Oberon's hips lurch upwards, greedily bucking into his mouth. The athlete gives a slight noise of strain around Oberon's shaft, but only flushes with added heat as he realizes that Oberon... is slowly losing control of himself. If the fae thrusted like that on purpose, even Mignon would agree that it'd be warranted after Mignon went and enthusiastically fucked his throat earlier- but that doesn't quite seem to be the intention here. Rather than punishing Mignon, it seems more like Oberon is actively trying to hold himself back from reacting to what's being done to him... and failing.
Mignon has a pretty good idea of how to make him fail harder.
He stops when the fae urges him to 'be gentle'; finally pulling his mouth free from Oberon's twitching flesh with a wet pop of suction. But rather than doing so to catch his breath, or even to comply with the fae's request, Mignon furrows his brow and looks at the blond intently before breathlessly replying-]
...No.
[One of his hands releases Oberon's leg to slide up and grip those visibly-tightening balls within his palm. Squeezing, massaging, just firmly enough to dance on the border between pleasure and pain.]
You like stuff like this, right..? [He turns his head, muttering against the pale skin of Oberon's creamy inner-thigh.] -When it's a little rough.
[Blatantly calling Oberon's bluff, Mignon puts his "theory" to the test and bites down against Oberon's thigh hard enough to leave his mark behind. The thought of marking up Oberon's skin- even temporarily- excites Mignon in a way that his lust-clouded mind can't even understand; enough to give him yet another raging hard-on between his legs. The more Mignon discovers about Oberon's body, it seems, the more he slowly begins to learn about himself. His most recent discoveries: that he likes to bite... and that he really likes to watch.
Mignon's shaggy hair is damp with perspiration; a bead of sweat trickling down his temple just from watching Oberon react to all of his manhandling alone. If Mignon didn't just get the blowjob of a lifetime recently, it might've even made him cum by now. He continues gnawing at Oberon's thigh, kissing and licking his way back to Oberon's groin, before making a slow and deliberate show of lightly nipping his teeth against Oberon's twitching cock as well- testing the fairy's limits. Oberon has more than enough time to stop his cock from being bitten, if he really wants to...
But Mignon suspects that he wont.]
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— And then the bastard does it anyway, sinking his teeth into Oberon’s thigh and rudely trapping his balls against those roughened fingers. No, he doesn’t hiss, or cry out, or even moan, that’d practically be conceding the win to Mignon. But his fingers tighten again in the human’s hair, the fae’s breath catching somewhere between his throat and nose. He dare not exhale, not when the precome is already dribbling a steady, thin river down the length of him, at least until the eventual need to breathe wins out, and—]
A-ah—
[He abandons one of his rules — to not break eye contact — switching instead self-preservation of his pride, eyes screwing shut and his head twisted away. He can at least keep any further noises locked behind his clenched teeth, all while the stray hand not tangled in Mignon’s hair paws uselessly at the sheets. Teeth scrape against the soft, pliant skin of his cock and his hips buck in response; another loss. They’re mounting as fast as the tide. Breath hurried:]
Get up here.
[— Mignon’s hard again, isn’t he? Oberon doesn’t need to see the proof to know. Meaning that cock needs seeing to, and the fae knows how best to ensure both of them end this night on a satisfying note.
That it allows him to skirt his own loss is besides the point, surely. Tugging at the white tuffs of hair before his fingers glide along the side of that cheek still nestled against his groin, eyes opening again, drawing his tongue over his lips in anticipation while he purposefully coons]
Come now, I don’t want to come alone. And there’s one other way you can offer your energy to me.
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bless Mignon for his horny math
It's like 'girl math' but worse
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