[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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— 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.]