[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.
[Mignon makes a sharp noise against Oberon's cock as the other grips his hair tight, like an authoritative master keeping their big overly-excited dog in check with a good yank on their leash.
Mignon doesn't exactly get the satisfying moan that he desired upon biting at Oberon. Instead he gets a surprisingly bone-chilling frown that makes Mignon's heart skip a beat in his chest and he blinks in surprise as the fae's cock twitches, getting even wetter. Meaning... that Oberon did like it..? But just as Mignon considered trying it again, Oberon's breathy command reaches Mignon's ears, making him legitimately stop this time.]
H-huh? [Eyes widen as Oberon tugs him upwards and caresses Mignon's cheek, luring him in easily with the tantalizing implication of his words. Face reddening, Mignon drops his hold on Oberon's other leg and obediently shifts upwards into more of a sitting position again.]
So that...gives you energy, too...?
[Mignon looks down at the other's body and swallows. He originally planned on simply getting Oberon off with his mouth and perhaps calling it a night after rubbing one out, to be honest. It'd spare the injured fae from being strained too much, for one, but also maybe "teach Oberon a lesson" about thinking that Mignon was only interested in using Oberon for his own pleasure. Perhaps deep down, his sudden 'competitiveness' was simply a desire to prove himself to the fae, who clearly doubted his feelings...
...But as soon as Oberon pulls out the big guns, saying something as unexpectedly soft as "I don't want to come alone", all of his pride and competitiveness flies right out of the window.]
Hnh.... [Mignon makes a tortured noise within his throat; his cock visibly jumping at the prospect. If he fucks Oberon and gets a little too rowdy in the process, maybe the fact that Mignon is healing him at the same time could basically offset that?? The hornier Mignon gets, the more that math seems to make perfect sense within his brain, at least.] Oberon...
...I want to. I wanna feel good together, and... I wanna fill you up. [With energy. With his cock. With cum. All of it.] But...
You're so small... [Despite his words being filled with a desperate sort of yearning and his tone being soft with concern, Mignon's cock now hovers above Oberon's body like a threat. He's hovering above Oberon so closely that it lays against the fae's abdomen, offering a wild preview of just how deep into Oberon's body it could reach once inside. It guiltily jumps again, and drips his overflowing excitement into Oberon's belly button regardless, but Mignon ignores his own arousal for the moment as the hand that had previously been fondling Oberon's balls swipes up a mixture of drool and precome from Oberon's leaking cock.]
...I've at least gotta stretch you first. [He moves to slide his fingers lower, prodding to find Oberon's hole and start stretching him.]
[It’s a small mercy when Mignon abandons his attentions, leaving Oberon’s cock to cool against his abdomen while the much larger man slinks over him, looming overhead like a mountain. The fae can breathe again, gather up his bearings instead of turning into a besotted mess. Those love marks against his thighs still blister in his mind, as if to whine that Mignon wasn’t feral enough to draw blood, but enough of that — without preamble, there’s a finger covered in precome circling below his erection, and he sighs in preparation, forcing those muscles to relax.
Despite the urge to mess with the human a little, insist he might as well see how far he can press his cock into the fae’s body before one of them explodes, they’re in agreement for once: might be best to prep the fae, first. A glance between their sweat-slicked bodies and Oberon can see the monster twitching with greed, dribbling, heavy with the promise of bottoming out into the fae’s stomach if Mignon isn’t careful.
So of course with an idle, evil hand, he reaches down, smearing that slick head with his thumb and forefinger, massaging the slit then trailing down — all while swallowing a soft, pleased sigh when Mignon’s fingers press deep past the knuckle. It burns the tight circle of muscle to be forced open, loosened, even when lubed by the human’s spittle and the fae’s precome, but Oberon’s answer to that is to flex his hips and take more of the finger, a silent encouragement that Mignon need not be so gentle about this, either.
It’s his lucky night; his partner won’t mind if the virgin loses all sense of decorum and turns a little rowdy]
Mm, if you recall… [Pausing a second to pant, his expression nearly breaking into a moan before he holds it back] My mouth was small too, and I say that worked out.
[As he thought... Oberon's insides really are hot and tight around Mignon's fingers. The unique feeling clamping around his long, thick digits has Mignon's heart pounding with anticipation, and his mouth feeling dry as he pants for breath. Eventually he can feel Oberon relaxing a bit- an impressive show of his experience- but for some reason thinking about that for too long only makes Mignon want to hurry and claim Oberon's body even sooner. He adds another finger and his hand seems to pick up speed on it's own; slick noises of those wet fingers pumping in and out of the fae's body in search of his prostate with added determination.
Maybe Mignon is just naive, but there's still some small part of him that truly believes that he might have the power somewhere inside to restrain himself while taking Oberon's body. If he can just clear his head, maybe, or think about... uh, what was it that the internet said again? Football? Hockey? Or maybe it was basketball--]
Ah!? [There's a dainty hand rubbing his cock.]
W-wait- [Too bad, Mignon doesn't have the time to remember which sport it was that is supposed to gift men with some sort of magical restraint powers before Oberon suddenly makes it very difficult to concentrate on anything else but him. Mignon whimpers and juts his hips toward that hand, even as he shuts his own eyes and turns his head away.
If they're still 'exchanging blows' in the ring, Oberon is free to take that as one point of victory for himself.]
I... I remember. [Mignon's face is red; breathing hard as his cock somehow swells even harder and heavier between his legs. It doesn't make restraint any easier for him to recall the mind-blowing feeling of jamming his cock down Oberon's (literally) magical throat.] But I can't- unh, think about that right now!
You shouldn't... stir me up any more than this...
[It's practically a plea for mercy. Does Oberon want to be split in half??]
[Ah, the overly sensitive body of an eager virgin…
Oberon doesn’t bother to swallow back neither a snicker nor a smirk when Mignon’s concentration buckles and those hips swivel forward with interest, pressing the human’s cock between his fingers. It’s — dare he think it — almost cute, in the way a canine unable to help but bound into your lap inspires equal irritation and amusement before you shove it back to the ground.
He can afford to be kind, then — or, perhaps, cruelly sadistic — with his response offering a more thorough handling, fingers creeping ‘round to cup and stroke at the wet, twitching erection that juts against his stomach, the tip of it accidentally caressing the side of the fae’s own cock and smearing another dribble of precome over them both. Coupled with Mignon’s fingers flexing and stretching on their quest, and a second later, Oberon’s breath hiccups, his back bowing slight, feet digging into the mattress as pleasure hits behind his eyelides.
Fine, alright. Maybe the bastard found his prostate, and yes, maybe it felt good. He bites the inside of his cheek, drawing blood to draw his focus, then pumps his hips up and down on those fingers until the friction sets another heated glow to his damp skin — all the while stroking Mignon and himself in slow, slick movements]
What, afraid you’ll— [hissing again. Even teasing is turning into its own olympic sport] — you’ll try and break me in half?
[If he lost all semblance of self, held the fae’s hips in place, and began to drill into him with abandon, then perhaps… Oberon’s eyes certainly flick down between their bodies at the thought, measuring the girth and length that will soon be trying to find a home inside him, and automatic, his muscles coil with anticipation over Mignon’s fingers. His own hips pump again, and there is no avoiding the soft moan this time.]
["Kind of??" -Is what Mignon privately thinks to himself, as he twitches against Oberon and groans with need as the fae squeezes tighter around him. It's already too much to take, all of this stimulation hitting the inexperienced young man for the first time- but then Oberon allows himself to moan and Mignon discovers what it's like to twitch so hard that his erection almost starts to hurt.]
Okay... good... [Breathless, he mutters as he finds Oberon's prostate and takes time to familiarize himself with the exact location of that noticeably harder spot inside of the other's body.] haa...
...I'll take care of you. [That's not exactly addressing Oberon's question, but Mignon is feeling more confident now that he has a better idea of where Oberon likes it. Now all Mignon has to worry about is trying to keep himself in check.
But there's no hope of keeping his desires at bay when Oberon is writhing, sounding like pure sex and looking very pretty as he succumbs to pleasure. Mignon swallows, withdraws his fingers from Oberon's body. Sweat trickles down his temple as he pulls back to stroke his own leaking cock with still-slick fingers and position himself better between Oberon's pale, slender legs.
A deep exhale; heartbeat pounding in his ears as he prepares to give Oberon whatever is left of his remaining energy and virginity. Holding himself to Oberon's puckering entrance, he clenches his teeth and slowly presses the swollen head of his cock inside.]
F-fuck... so tight...! [Not even halfway in, Mignon can already feel his willpower crumbling as he fights to steady himself. While similar in ways, it's actually incredible what a different sensation this is compared to when Oberon sucked him off earlier. Oberon's inner muscles are sucking him in too, but... if fucking Oberon's throat was like being smothered in a silky pillow, then entering Oberon's ass is like being wrangled within a vice-like grip that mercilessly demands demands he feels pleasure. Mignon only has it in him to pause for a moment so that Oberon can adjust before he's thrusting in deeper, and the resulting squeeze around him has Mignon letting out a load whimper of a moan.]
Aahh!
[The athlete grunts, eclipsing Oberon's smaller form with his much larger body and staring in awe at the area where they are miraculously joined. He thrusts again; now burying himself to the hilt, hips slapping against Oberon's skin. On instinct, he tightly grips Oberon by the hips and falls into a steady rhythm as he watches the amazing way that the girth of his thick cock is swallowed up within Oberon's tiny, delicate-looking body. It almost feels sinful, to be fucking someone who looks utterly angelic (until he opens his mouth, anyway)... But Mignon can't stop himself now- nor does he want to.] Ah, shit... haa, your body is amazing...
[It’s a tight fit; the way his muscles are forced open by the head of Mignon’s cock, straining and gripping around the intruder like hot velvet, floods the fae’s senses until pinpricks of heat gather behind his eyes and underneath his skin. Held in place by the fingers gouged into his hips, the soles of his feet dig helplessly into the sheets as he’s filled. The human’s lust-struck, unrelenting lack of mercy as he fucks him would make Oberon bark in laughter any other time, but the only sounds that bubble from his throat are a series of weak hisses, nearly followed by a strangled cry when Mignon buries to the hilt.]
— Will you? [Somehow able to find a retort that isn’t swallowed by the rhythmic weight of Mignon gathering speed, hips slapped together as he drives Oberon into the mattress] And here I could have sworn we only have a week together.
[His mouth fixes into a purr, eyes heavy and half-mast, purposefully spreading his legs wide that extra inch so that the space between their bodies turns into a smear of heat when Mignon grinds down. The bastard’s cock is so large he needn’t even aim for Oberon’s prostate; the bundle of nerves are thoroughly seared each time they’re grazed, pulsating with pleasure that has him leaking.
With the time for acting coy now behind him, Oberon arches his back and tips his head to the side against the wrinkled sheets, whining and shuddering under the human’s shadow, one of his legs now finding purchase on the jut of Mignon’s straining hips — encouraging him to give in, fuck him faster. Take his prize and his pleasure. Make the most of this night while he has the fae bound to his promises.]
Don’t stop. [Breath seizing in his chest. Body continuously swallowing Mignon’s cock whole. He reaches up, fingers finding a home in Mignon’s snowy hair to drag him down, their bodies slick against each other, a whispered threat caressing the shelf of the human’s ear.] I will kill you if you stop. Please me, like you said you would.
Hnh...! A-ah... [Oberon... outright threatens his life- for not the first time- and Mignon's breath hitches in his throat as a shudder runs through his body. He's not sure what kind of shudder it is. Fear, shock, anxiety, arousal... Maybe some very strange mixture of it all. But somehow, he can't help thinking to himself that it's cute.
Was that... Oberon's way of saying that he's feeling good right now, and wants more?
One way or another, Oberon really might just be the death of him.]
...Okay...
[Well, now Mignon is on a mission- which means he definitely can't allow himself to come soon, regardless of how amazing this feels. With that 'threat' in mind, Mignon grunts and grabs each of Oberon's slender legs in hand, lifting and pressing to fold the fae in on himself. Like this, Mignon is able to thrust his hips even harder to crash into that small body beneath him again and again; fucking him with wild abandon.]
You-- ngh, could... stay longer, if you wanted to. [He says this in a lower than usual tone, filled with desire.] -With me.
I'd take care of you like this... haa.. as much as you wanted...
[Is this a bad time to bring that up for discussion? Well, Mignon doesn't care. He's simply too caught up in pleasure; repeatedly driving his thick, long rod of a cock into Oberon's small body without mercy. He's panting hard between words; eyes catching sight of the top of one of the fae's wings. Without thinking, Mignon finds himself leaning forward to catch the top of one of those wings between his teeth and nibble on the unique texture as he tightens his grip on the back of Oberon's legs, pinning them way back, and pounding his insides.]
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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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Mignon doesn't exactly get the satisfying moan that he desired upon biting at Oberon. Instead he gets a surprisingly bone-chilling frown that makes Mignon's heart skip a beat in his chest and he blinks in surprise as the fae's cock twitches, getting even wetter. Meaning... that Oberon did like it..? But just as Mignon considered trying it again, Oberon's breathy command reaches Mignon's ears, making him legitimately stop this time.]
H-huh? [Eyes widen as Oberon tugs him upwards and caresses Mignon's cheek, luring him in easily with the tantalizing implication of his words. Face reddening, Mignon drops his hold on Oberon's other leg and obediently shifts upwards into more of a sitting position again.]
So that...gives you energy, too...?
[Mignon looks down at the other's body and swallows. He originally planned on simply getting Oberon off with his mouth and perhaps calling it a night after rubbing one out, to be honest. It'd spare the injured fae from being strained too much, for one, but also maybe "teach Oberon a lesson" about thinking that Mignon was only interested in using Oberon for his own pleasure. Perhaps deep down, his sudden 'competitiveness' was simply a desire to prove himself to the fae, who clearly doubted his feelings...
...But as soon as Oberon pulls out the big guns, saying something as unexpectedly soft as "I don't want to come alone", all of his pride and competitiveness flies right out of the window.]
Hnh.... [Mignon makes a tortured noise within his throat; his cock visibly jumping at the prospect. If he fucks Oberon and gets a little too rowdy in the process, maybe the fact that Mignon is healing him at the same time could basically offset that?? The hornier Mignon gets, the more that math seems to make perfect sense within his brain, at least.] Oberon...
...I want to. I wanna feel good together, and... I wanna fill you up. [With energy. With his cock. With cum. All of it.] But...
You're so small... [Despite his words being filled with a desperate sort of yearning and his tone being soft with concern, Mignon's cock now hovers above Oberon's body like a threat. He's hovering above Oberon so closely that it lays against the fae's abdomen, offering a wild preview of just how deep into Oberon's body it could reach once inside. It guiltily jumps again, and drips his overflowing excitement into Oberon's belly button regardless, but Mignon ignores his own arousal for the moment as the hand that had previously been fondling Oberon's balls swipes up a mixture of drool and precome from Oberon's leaking cock.]
...I've at least gotta stretch you first. [He moves to slide his fingers lower, prodding to find Oberon's hole and start stretching him.]
bless Mignon for his horny math
[It’s a small mercy when Mignon abandons his attentions, leaving Oberon’s cock to cool against his abdomen while the much larger man slinks over him, looming overhead like a mountain. The fae can breathe again, gather up his bearings instead of turning into a besotted mess. Those love marks against his thighs still blister in his mind, as if to whine that Mignon wasn’t feral enough to draw blood, but enough of that — without preamble, there’s a finger covered in precome circling below his erection, and he sighs in preparation, forcing those muscles to relax.
Despite the urge to mess with the human a little, insist he might as well see how far he can press his cock into the fae’s body before one of them explodes, they’re in agreement for once: might be best to prep the fae, first. A glance between their sweat-slicked bodies and Oberon can see the monster twitching with greed, dribbling, heavy with the promise of bottoming out into the fae’s stomach if Mignon isn’t careful.
So of course with an idle, evil hand, he reaches down, smearing that slick head with his thumb and forefinger, massaging the slit then trailing down — all while swallowing a soft, pleased sigh when Mignon’s fingers press deep past the knuckle. It burns the tight circle of muscle to be forced open, loosened, even when lubed by the human’s spittle and the fae’s precome, but Oberon’s answer to that is to flex his hips and take more of the finger, a silent encouragement that Mignon need not be so gentle about this, either.
It’s his lucky night; his partner won’t mind if the virgin loses all sense of decorum and turns a little rowdy]
Mm, if you recall… [Pausing a second to pant, his expression nearly breaking into a moan before he holds it back] My mouth was small too, and I say that worked out.
It's like 'girl math' but worse
Maybe Mignon is just naive, but there's still some small part of him that truly believes that he might have the power somewhere inside to restrain himself while taking Oberon's body. If he can just clear his head, maybe, or think about... uh, what was it that the internet said again? Football? Hockey? Or maybe it was basketball--]
Ah!? [There's a dainty hand rubbing his cock.]
W-wait- [Too bad, Mignon doesn't have the time to remember which sport it was that is supposed to gift men with some sort of magical restraint powers before Oberon suddenly makes it very difficult to concentrate on anything else but him. Mignon whimpers and juts his hips toward that hand, even as he shuts his own eyes and turns his head away.
If they're still 'exchanging blows' in the ring, Oberon is free to take that as one point of victory for himself.]
I... I remember. [Mignon's face is red; breathing hard as his cock somehow swells even harder and heavier between his legs. It doesn't make restraint any easier for him to recall the mind-blowing feeling of jamming his cock down Oberon's (literally) magical throat.] But I can't- unh, think about that right now!
You shouldn't... stir me up any more than this...
[It's practically a plea for mercy. Does Oberon want to be split in half??]
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Oberon doesn’t bother to swallow back neither a snicker nor a smirk when Mignon’s concentration buckles and those hips swivel forward with interest, pressing the human’s cock between his fingers. It’s — dare he think it — almost cute, in the way a canine unable to help but bound into your lap inspires equal irritation and amusement before you shove it back to the ground.
He can afford to be kind, then — or, perhaps, cruelly sadistic — with his response offering a more thorough handling, fingers creeping ‘round to cup and stroke at the wet, twitching erection that juts against his stomach, the tip of it accidentally caressing the side of the fae’s own cock and smearing another dribble of precome over them both. Coupled with Mignon’s fingers flexing and stretching on their quest, and a second later, Oberon’s breath hiccups, his back bowing slight, feet digging into the mattress as pleasure hits behind his eyelides.
Fine, alright. Maybe the bastard found his prostate, and yes, maybe it felt good. He bites the inside of his cheek, drawing blood to draw his focus, then pumps his hips up and down on those fingers until the friction sets another heated glow to his damp skin — all the while stroking Mignon and himself in slow, slick movements]
What, afraid you’ll— [hissing again. Even teasing is turning into its own olympic sport] — you’ll try and break me in half?
[If he lost all semblance of self, held the fae’s hips in place, and began to drill into him with abandon, then perhaps… Oberon’s eyes certainly flick down between their bodies at the thought, measuring the girth and length that will soon be trying to find a home inside him, and automatic, his muscles coil with anticipation over Mignon’s fingers. His own hips pump again, and there is no avoiding the soft moan this time.]
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Okay... good... [Breathless, he mutters as he finds Oberon's prostate and takes time to familiarize himself with the exact location of that noticeably harder spot inside of the other's body.] haa...
...I'll take care of you. [That's not exactly addressing Oberon's question, but Mignon is feeling more confident now that he has a better idea of where Oberon likes it. Now all Mignon has to worry about is trying to keep himself in check.
But there's no hope of keeping his desires at bay when Oberon is writhing, sounding like pure sex and looking very pretty as he succumbs to pleasure. Mignon swallows, withdraws his fingers from Oberon's body. Sweat trickles down his temple as he pulls back to stroke his own leaking cock with still-slick fingers and position himself better between Oberon's pale, slender legs.
A deep exhale; heartbeat pounding in his ears as he prepares to give Oberon whatever is left of his remaining energy and virginity. Holding himself to Oberon's puckering entrance, he clenches his teeth and slowly presses the swollen head of his cock inside.]
F-fuck... so tight...! [Not even halfway in, Mignon can already feel his willpower crumbling as he fights to steady himself. While similar in ways, it's actually incredible what a different sensation this is compared to when Oberon sucked him off earlier. Oberon's inner muscles are sucking him in too, but... if fucking Oberon's throat was like being smothered in a silky pillow, then entering Oberon's ass is like being wrangled within a vice-like grip that mercilessly demands demands he feels pleasure. Mignon only has it in him to pause for a moment so that Oberon can adjust before he's thrusting in deeper, and the resulting squeeze around him has Mignon letting out a load whimper of a moan.]
Aahh!
[The athlete grunts, eclipsing Oberon's smaller form with his much larger body and staring in awe at the area where they are miraculously joined. He thrusts again; now burying himself to the hilt, hips slapping against Oberon's skin. On instinct, he tightly grips Oberon by the hips and falls into a steady rhythm as he watches the amazing way that the girth of his thick cock is swallowed up within Oberon's tiny, delicate-looking body. It almost feels sinful, to be fucking someone who looks utterly angelic (until he opens his mouth, anyway)... But Mignon can't stop himself now- nor does he want to.] Ah, shit... haa, your body is amazing...
I might really gh, get addicted to this...
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— Will you? [Somehow able to find a retort that isn’t swallowed by the rhythmic weight of Mignon gathering speed, hips slapped together as he drives Oberon into the mattress] And here I could have sworn we only have a week together.
[His mouth fixes into a purr, eyes heavy and half-mast, purposefully spreading his legs wide that extra inch so that the space between their bodies turns into a smear of heat when Mignon grinds down. The bastard’s cock is so large he needn’t even aim for Oberon’s prostate; the bundle of nerves are thoroughly seared each time they’re grazed, pulsating with pleasure that has him leaking.
With the time for acting coy now behind him, Oberon arches his back and tips his head to the side against the wrinkled sheets, whining and shuddering under the human’s shadow, one of his legs now finding purchase on the jut of Mignon’s straining hips — encouraging him to give in, fuck him faster. Take his prize and his pleasure. Make the most of this night while he has the fae bound to his promises.]
Don’t stop. [Breath seizing in his chest. Body continuously swallowing Mignon’s cock whole. He reaches up, fingers finding a home in Mignon’s snowy hair to drag him down, their bodies slick against each other, a whispered threat caressing the shelf of the human’s ear.] I will kill you if you stop. Please me, like you said you would.
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Was that... Oberon's way of saying that he's feeling good right now, and wants more?
One way or another, Oberon really might just be the death of him.]
...Okay...
[Well, now Mignon is on a mission- which means he definitely can't allow himself to come soon, regardless of how amazing this feels. With that 'threat' in mind, Mignon grunts and grabs each of Oberon's slender legs in hand, lifting and pressing to fold the fae in on himself. Like this, Mignon is able to thrust his hips even harder to crash into that small body beneath him again and again; fucking him with wild abandon.]
You-- ngh, could... stay longer, if you wanted to. [He says this in a lower than usual tone, filled with desire.] -With me.
I'd take care of you like this... haa.. as much as you wanted...
[Is this a bad time to bring that up for discussion? Well, Mignon doesn't care. He's simply too caught up in pleasure; repeatedly driving his thick, long rod of a cock into Oberon's small body without mercy. He's panting hard between words; eyes catching sight of the top of one of the fae's wings. Without thinking, Mignon finds himself leaning forward to catch the top of one of those wings between his teeth and nibble on the unique texture as he tightens his grip on the back of Oberon's legs, pinning them way back, and pounding his insides.]