[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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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.]