bakerstreet | The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

Because any good idea for a meme deserves its own smut version, this is just what the box says: the reverse picture meme for smut/nsfw prompting.

POSTING?
1) Comment with a character
2) Include a picture (or two or three) of a scenario, scene, position, location, etc. that you'd like to be a part of the RPing.
3) Make sure to list any preferences or explanations, to help people out.

REPLYING?
1) Find someone's image(s) that inspire you and reply to their comment!
2) Yeah, that's pretty much it!

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

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Vanyel certainly wouldn't be opposed to that. He could've dealt with it if this one night was all Aomine was after - but between his own pent-up desire and the possessiveness that welled up in him at the thought of anyone else being able to touch Aomine this way, it wouldn't have been anything approaching easy.

When Aomine rocked his hips back against his fingers, Vanyel couldn't help but let out a soft groan, though it was drowned out by Aomine's cry. He found himself profoundly grateful when Aomine demanded to be fucked - he honestly wasn't sure how much longer he would have lasted. "Alright."

He let his fingers slip out of Aomine, and picked up the phial of potion again, pouring the remainder of it over his cock and giving a few quick strokes to make sure it was thoroughly coated.

Then he lined himself up, one hand settling on Aomine's hip and one guiding his cock to Aomine's entrance. It was wider than his two fingers, so he took his time with it, slipping in slowly, inch by inch, keeping up his careful monitoring of Aomine's reactions the entire time.

But finally, he was buried in Aomine up to the hilt, and he paused for a long moment to let his student adjust - after all, his cock was a bit wider than his two fingers, and Aomine had seemed to have a bit of trouble with those at first.

Edited (accidentally hit the post button waaaaay too soon) 2016-06-11 19:54 (UTC)

It wouldn’t have been him to only want this one night (unless Vanyel was absolutely horrid at it and then Aomine’d probably have more just to make him improve or something). But every god damn touch right now was inflaming his nerves to the point he was forgetting all about going outside tomorrow. He didn’t want anyone else looking at Vanyel right now. Or tomorrow. This was going to make things very interesting later… Despite his asinine behavior, Aomine got protective of the things and people he cared about.

A sharp grunt burst over the back of his hand again and his body clenched harder around the fingers working inside him. His ears burned with the sound of his own voice a moment ago, that embarrassing cry loud enough who knew who heard it. But it was enough to shatter his reserves and drag out that rough growl of a command. If he was going to be noisy, fuck, he was going to get repaid for it.

He dragged his hand down his face, index and middle finger spreading to trace the edges of his mouth. Dark lips curved into a sensual smirk, tongue sliding towards the corner when Vanyel finally agreed to it. Good. Even curled up and panting as he was, he was fully prepared to pounce on his teacher if he’d denied him. Aomine’s eyes rolled back in his head when the twin digits slid out of his body, toes curling in the air at the sensation. Lust-darkened navy eyes locked onto the glass as it tilted and slicked over the older man’s bronzed cock. “You’re doing that on purpose,” he growled as he watched Vanyel stroke himself a few times. Right in front of him, dammit.

Both hand slipped down behind his knees and Aomine pulled his legs up further as Vanyel moved towards him. He lingered on the man’s cock a moment more before lifting his gaze to his face. Shit, just looking at Vanyel looking at his ass as he guided his cock to his hole was insanely arousing. Aomine bit down on his lip to avoid saying anything as the hot tip of the older man’s length pressed against his skin. His hips shifted under the hand braced on it, the muscles in his legs hardening visibly under his dark skin as Vanyel pushed—

“Ngh, fuck—“ Aomine hissed as his body resisted for a second, gripping at the smooth tip of the man’s cock, and suddenly gave with a soft ‘jolt’ as it opened around the prodding length. He jerked his head back, eyes opening wide and his teeth bared between his lips as Vanyel penetrated him. “Ugh-- … haa… naa… nh—big.” His voice was tight and strained as the initial penetration spread him open—wider than two fingers a moment ago. Fingers bit down into the backs of his knees enough his knuckles paled and his feet rolled on his ankles as he pulled his legs apart further to try and alleviate the intense clash of discomfort (slight pain) and rushing pleasure.

But he refused to tell him to stop and was damn glad Vanyel didn’t. Inch by inch slid inside and Aomine dropped his head backwards, panting harshly as his torso heaved and large muscles hardening over his large, slender body. God, he was deep! Was he seriously longer than his fingers?! Just as he was about to drop his mouth open and bark something, he felt a warm body press flush to his ass, the smooth skin of Vanyel’s groin and balls melding with his cheeks.

All… the way… Aomine’s mouth remained open, tongue visibly twining and curling between his lips as he lay there and felt him. Vanyel was… damn, everything he felt with his body and his fingers was in hyper detail now. From the tip of his cock to the flare of his head to the veins pulsing with his heartbeat and the sheer length and size of him… Aomine let out another breath again before dropping his gaze and looking down between his legs, wanting to see where he and Vanyel were joined.

“You... feel a lot fucking different... this way,” he panted, the words arched with a breathless grin.

Edited (midnight html) 2016-06-15 04:20 (UTC)

Though his every instinct was screaming at him to bury his cock in Aomine's ass and make him scream, he resisted the urge - for the moment, at least. But by the Eight, he was so tight! So perhaps that moment to adjust wasn't entirely for Aomine's benefit; it also gave Vanyel a chance to get himself back under some semblance of control instead of rutting like an animal.

He took it all in, just as his student was, every twitch of his leg and heave of his abs and chest, and most of all the the tight heat around his cock, the way Aomine's inner muscles were gripping him like a vice. It took a great deal of effort not to make some rather undignified sounds of his own.

"I could say the same to you," he replied, a little breathless himself. He rolled his hips experimentally, wanting to see how Aomine would take that little movement before he started thrusting properly. Even if the stretch was still a bit uncomfortable, the fact that it's a lot easier for his cock to hit that particular spot that made it see white than it was for his fingers... well, that ought to count for something.

To distract from any potential discomfort the move might have caused, he dipped his head to capture Aomine's lips in a kiss, tongue thrusting past his lips in a lewd imitation of what his cock would hopefully be doing in just another moment or two. And then, unable to help himself, he rolled his hips again, nudging his cock against that sweet spot once again as he did so.

Likewise, Aomine’s damn pride was insisting that he could take this without much effort. It was only pain and he could handle that, right? But luckily, his brain was a bit more in control and fuck—Vanyel was big. Pride be damned if it meant he wasn’t going to end up bleeding while trying to have the best night of his life. Because it did hurt. Pain seared like a fire and his body felt full in a way he didn’t like at first.

Muscles flexed beneath his dark skin as he breathed deeply, trying his damnest not to cringe or show any discomfort. The tense tunnel of hot, slick flesh rippled about Vanyel’s bronzed cock before Aomine instinctively contracted as he tried to expel the intrusion. “Fuck!” The younger man dropped his head backwards, gasping as he stared up at the ceiling again. Whatever that was… felt like he’d been split in two, one side feeling amazing, the other side hot agony. But the instinct died away after a bit and left him sucking in air as he forced himself to lie there. “Don’t. Pull. Out,” he growled breathlessly. Just in case Vanyel thought he needed some reprieve.

Eventually the discomfort began to subside and that full feeling… started to feel better. He tugged his head up again to watch, hazed eyes lidding some as Vanyel answered him like that. Shit, his voice sounded amazing all breathless… “Ungh!” Aomine bit down on his lower lip, flushing at the sound of that noise from his throat as Vanyel moved his hips. He saw the roll, the way his pelvic lines flexed beneath his skin, and god, the sensations of the man’s cock inside him moving like that took his breath away! He’d never felt those muscles, that skin, those nerves, like that! And it wasn’t like he’d touched Vanyel’s dick much at all minus tonight. Everything his own cock and hips had felt was now hitting him all over again in a very different way.

His lip slipped out between his teeth and Aomine opened his mouth to say something—And went wide-eyed when a heated mouth stole his own. A muffled sound bled into Vanyel’s mouth as the older man’s tongue plunged past his lips, penetrating him on a whole different level. Aomine fell silent for a moment. But then hips rolled again and the head of his cock went so deep he felt his hips go icy and swore something was pushing into his abs—

Everything went white and the younger man cried out, muffled, into the kiss. Eyes slammed shut and he released one leg to clamor an arm around Vanyel’s shoulders, pulling him close as he pushed against him more firmly, enough to make his mouth hurt. Precum spurted liberally from his cock and Aomine seized up like a molten vice around the other man’s cock, muscles rippling rhythmically along the length of him. Lips parted in a wet sound and he breathed one word: “Again.”

He remembered his own first time with a man well enough to expect that there'd be some degree of discomfort or even pain for Aomine, and take care to minimize it. As requested, he didn't pull out - all the better to let Aomine get acclimated to the feel of him, to his way of thinking.

Even so, though, he remained still, his thumb stroking over his student's hip as he let Aomine adjust to the sensation of being filled, mentally running through the technicalities of summoning atronachs in his head to distract himself from his desire to move.

Then something seemed to shift for the younger man, some of the tension in his muscles dissipating, and the noise that escaped him when Vanyel rolled his hips was more pleased than pained. He shifted the angle of his hips slightly before doing it again, resulting in hitting that spot. His own groan at the feel of Aomine's muscles clamping down around him was just as muffled.

The demand for more made him chuckle, and he nipped lightly at Aomine's lower lip before complying and continuing to roll his hips at a slow, easy peace, hitting that spot again and again. But it wasn't long before he cracked, his hips starting to rock a little faster, a little harder. There was something wonderfully obscene about the sound that produced, the slap of flesh against flesh and the wet slide of his cock in and out of the younger man's ass.

He kissed Aomine again, hard and demanding, needing the distraction - if he focused entirely on the sounds and sensations, he was almost certainly going to come much too soon. His grip on Aomine's hip tightened, nails digging slightly into flesh as he gave vent to some of those dragonish instincts in the smallest, most harmless way he could think of.

Aomine let out another low breath as Vanyel shifted slightly and then locked his jaws, neck flexing visibly as the sensations tore through him all over again. Less pain this time, a lot more of that strange pleasure he’d gotten when his older partner had two fingers working in and out of him. Good for him he didn’t pull out or he’d have those legs wrapped around him before he could get to the tip.

He swallowed down the tension and concentrated on feeling Vanyel inside, the way he filled him, how his entrance was spread around the base of his cock, and the new sensation of that inner tunnel of muscle was pushed apart down his length before clenching along his tip. And that damn thumb wandering over his hip… Slowly, he released one finger from the underside of his leg, then a second.

Only to drop both hands away from his legs entirely and slap them against the edge of the couch as a harsh grunt—that felt so damn weird and good—burst out when Vanyel bucked once more. The head of his cock rubbed right on that spot and Aomine clenched his eyes shut, lower jaw falling towards his chest as a his breathing hitched into hot pants. Yeah, Vanyel had reached it with his fingers, but those were nothing compared to what his cock was doing.

His lip burned from that tiny bite and Aomine choked on a groan as those bronze hips actually started to move. Rolling in a way he could look down and see because Vanyel’s abs hardened between his thighs and his pelvic lines angled on his tapered waist as he shifted in those incriminating thrusting motions. It was slow and easy, and Aomine silently appreciated that. But right as his patience gave way to his desire, mouth opening to demand more, Vanyel sped up. Aomine cried out, fingers white-knuckling on the couch cushions.

Faster. Harder. His body tightened around the man’s cock and a breathless cuss—“Fu-uck”—crowned the next shove. He knew the sounds of his hand hitting his groin when he jerked off, but hell of the noises of Vanyel’s hip slapping in and out of his ass didn’t have him throbbing insanely hard and jolting with each impact. He almost bowed clean off the couch again when the man’s balls swung forward and hit him—that deep.

Fingers tore from the couch and a long, dark arm threw itself around Vanyel’s shoulders, latching onto him as Aomine’s deep moan filled their mouths. As fingertips dug into the skin of his hips, his own blunt nails bit into a tan shoulder. Without the support of his grip behind his knees, the younger man’s legs were left free to bounce in the air with every incriminating rhythm of the man thrusting between his thighs. And shit, that felt obscenely good. “Feel—ah-ghah… better?”

He wouldn't have minded having those legs wrapped around him, frankly, but he wasn't about to pull out to get them there. Not when it felt so damn good to have his cock so deep inside Aomine - especially when he clamped down so tightly around Vanyel. He couldn't quite hold back a curse of his own at the suddenness of it, hips stuttering against his student's.

They stuttered again as those nails dug into the skin of his shoulder and those long legs started to bounce his every thrust. "Gods, yes," the reply came out low, guttural, breathed out against Aomine's lips before he claimed them again, in a kiss as hungry and demanding as the last.

The position they were in meant that Aomine got a far better view than Vanyel himself, but it didn't take much effort for him to angle his head and watch the way Aomine's chest heaved, the way his own abs clenched and unclenched and his hips shifted against Vanyel's - and in addition to the sounds he was making and the slap of flesh meeting flesh as he sheathed himself in that hot, tight body again and again - his cock throbbed, and he felt the beginnings of a familiar tightening sensation in his balls.

He snaked his other hand between their bodies, then, thumb grazing over one taut nipple before he slid his hand down to get the best grip on Aomine's cock that he could. The younger man may have already come once tonight, but Vanyel was determined to push him over the edge again before he came himself.

Oh he heard that breathless curse from above and even if he was currently having his brain rewired from a first-time fuck, Aomine’s open mouth curved upward at the corners. The rhythmic motions of Vanyel’s hips against his own turning into a sudden stutter only fueled his ego and pleasure and he pulled his hand backwards slightly, leaving pink lines on the older man’s shoulders, wanting to feel him stumble again.

“Keep… ha… keep that up,” he managed. The next thrust speared him to the base all over again and Aomine cried out, the column of his throat pulling taut as he craned his head against the cushions of the couch. This—this was too—this was insane! How good it felt now! He barely got a second one out before Vanyel swooped over his lips and a breathy cuss was all it took for him to open his lips and let the older man claim his mouth once more.

The hunger and demand in it should have scared him, but instead it only enticed him further. Aomine slammed his eyes shut as pleasure raked up and down his body, flexing and rippling definitions under his skin just one more proof of his pleasure. Saliva dripped from his mouth as the kiss broke and Aomine dropped his chin towards his shoulder, one eye opening to reveal darkened navy irises, black pupils blown wide with lust.

As the man pushed in again, Aomine clenched his stomach and lifted his hips under his own power, changing the angle slightly. And earning himself his own sharp yelp of surprise. A solid “thud” of his heel against Vanyel’s upper ass reminded him of just how loose his legs were, but he made no effort to wrap them or reign them in, each thrust making every part of his long, dark body move. Warmth invaded between them and Aomine gasped loudly as a thumb brushed over his nipple, the dusky circle hard as stone and—“VAH-!!”

Hand! On his cock! Aomine planted both feet against Vanyel’s body, one finding purchase on his calf, the other on his ass, and shoved hard, thighs bulging as he keened up hips clean off the couch, almost pulling himself entirely off the other man’s cock. Toes curled and the younger man bucked wildly into the warm fingers wrapped around him, precum spilling like water all over his stomach and his teacher's hand. Vanyel could jerk him off, he could finger him, he could fuck him, but together?! “Sto—No-NGH—Van—waiti’mgonna--!”

Each thrust was making the couch move, by this point, the back of it thudding rhythmically against the wall. If that next room was occupied and the cries hadn't already given away exactly what he and Aomine were up to, that rhythmic pounding in addition would certainly spell it out.

Not that Vanyel could bring himself to care, groaning at the graze of nails across his back and nipping at a bared throat before initiating that hungry, demanding kiss. Aomine's changing the angle surprised another breathless curse out of him, and his hips stuttered again just as the younger man had wanted. Then came the thud of a heel against his ass, and it spurred him to find his rhythm again - in time for Aomine to arch up and almost off his cock entirely.

"Alright," he murmured, hand leaving the younger man's cock, nails skimming lightly over skin as it settled high on his side. Vanyel took just a moment to let him settle before using his grip on his student to gently coax him back down onto his cock. He gave a few gentler rolls of his hips before building back up to the rhythm they'd had going before, dipping his head to kiss Aomine again.

So that was too much, at least for the moment; that was alright. He was still hitting Aomine's sweet spot with every thrust, and the hand on his side slid up onto his chest once more, teasing gently at that rock-hard nipple. From this position, it'd be awkward and a little painful to try and get his mouth on it, so he just lets his fingers feather over it, stroking and rolling.

And hopefully that would be enough to bring him to orgasm relatively soon - because as much as Vanyel would have liked to keep this up for a good long while, he wasn't going to last much longer. He could already feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing... and he dredged up the memory of the driest, dullest spellbooks he'd ever read to try and work himself back down from the edge.

Aomine wasn’t so lost in the whorl of sensations he didn’t miss the rhythmic impacts pounding behind his head. And he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the people in the other room. Wasn’t like they couldn’t hear his voice every single time his teacher pushed inside to the base of his cock. If anything, the fact someone else might be hearing them was a damn turn on. They didn’t have to hide around with their desires anymore. Hell of a coming of age gift.

He dug his fingers into the man’s shoulder again and swallowed hard as teeth grazed over the length of his exposed throat, which dipped and flexed each time the younger man gulped for breath or lost it in another heated cry. Before he was shut up via an all-consuming kiss. Aomine plunged into it without hesitation, eyes staying shut even as tears beaded up on the corners from the onslaught of sensations. That fucking stutter all over again.

Skin tugged and Aomine broke the kiss with a breathless rush, barely clinging to the conscious thought he almost lost Vanyel’s cock. His soaking, tense ring clamped down hard, nigh-desperate, around the tip of his teacher’s length and he was left panting heavily against his mouth. It was a delicious torture, strung between the man’s sex and his hand wrapped around his own. But he didn’t want to lose it. Not… not just yet.

Fingers unwrapped from him and Aomine sank his shoulders backwards into the couch, chin tucking towards his head as he lifted his sex-glazed eyes to the intense, dark gaze above him. That tender graze of nails over his sensitive flesh earned another spurt of precum and Vanyel’s fingers drew a shimmer line of precum all the way from Aomine’s dusky tip to the arch of his pelvis when his hand settled. He took the time to gather his breath, taking in every aspect of where Vanyel was on him. In him.

“Oh—fuuuuck…” Aomine rolled his head backwards, clenching his eyes shut as his knees bowed wider on either side of Vanyel’s body. The man was literally guiding him right back down on his cock! His entrance flexed once and then his body welcomed the older man back inside with a fluttering wrap of heated, slick flesh. He moved with him, breath pushed out of his mouth in a low, guttural moan almost as if the swelling girth inside him was forcing the wind from his lungs.

The gentler rolls had him grinding himself against Vanyel’s hips, fitted securely within the cage of thighs, hips, and stomach, and the increased rhythm uncorked any restraints he had in his voice. Minus another kiss that had him pushing his head needily into the touch, moaning low against Vanyel’s mouth. Heat pushed further inside and Aomine curled his toes as another dead-on strike to his prostate stole his sight into a blurry mess. As fingertips played with his nipple, the younger man let out a heated yell, breaking the kiss all over again.

Too light, too much, too new! Aomine’s hips picked up, previously moving because of Vanyel’s thrusts, and then consciously moving with them. Now they bucked wildly, spiraling out of the darker man’s control as pressure leaked from his chest and shoulders down towards his stomach where it curled into a massive ball. His eyes rolled back and his eyelids clamped tight over his vision. Lips peeled back and white teeth set as seething breaths heaved his powerful chest up and down.

With a sharp bark, Aomine snapped his free arm up, hand snapping a harsh grip onto the back of the couch and digging his fingers into that and Vanyel’s shoulder. Legs shoved against their purchases on the older man’s body and the one on his thigh slipped free, a flicker of sweat kicked out into the air. Aomine jerked and swung his leg up, the long, brown limb finding purchase wrapped around a bronzed waist. Hips thrust wildly a few more times and the spasming channel around Vanyel’s cock abruptly seized up, turning from fluttering ripples into a soaking, stony mold of hills and contracting mounds that gripped him in all the right places.

Aomine shattered, mouth opening in a deep, throaty cry of pure bliss. Muscles hardened over his figure, heat swept his body, and he threw himself into another arch. His cock twitched between them, balls swollen, and he came hard. Heat burst from his tip in thick, milky streams, spattering and lancing Vanyel’s chest and stomach before others fell back to slap against Aomine’s torso. His body spasmned in uncontrolled rhythm with every spurt, droplets spraying amid the long streaks. Until the entire, intense orgasm subsided and Aomine dropped back onto the couch, his panting breathing almost sounding like sobs from the sheer effort and bliss.

Vanyel was peripherally aware of it as well, but cared about as much as Aomine did. In fact, the idea that someone could hear him pounding into Aomine sent a jolt of heat straight to his cock; they weren't doing anything wrong, not anymore, and that only served to arouse him further.

The nails digging into his shoulder spurred him on once more, pushing harder against that sweet spot and thoroughly enjoying the reactions it earned him, the noises and the way Aomine ground and rocked back against him. It was difficult to focus on anything but pushing into that tight heat, the way those muscles clamped down around him, but he managed to stroke over that nipple a few more times times.

He groaned when that leg wrapped around his waist, locking him deep inside the younger man, and kept rocking his hips as best he could, unable to just sit still - then he clamped down, hard, and Vanyel nearly lost it right then and there. But he managed to keep rocking his hips, fucking Aomine through his orgasm.

But the spasming of his muscles, the sounds like sobs of pleasure, and the way his body rocked and twitched with the aftershocks were enough to push Vanyel over the edge himself after just another handful of thrusts, balls tightening and hips losing all rhythm and just jerking against Aomine's, seed shooting deep inside that tight channel.

It felt like it went on forever, but in reality it was probably only a few moments before all of Vanyel's muscles relaxed and his spent cock began to soften inside Aomine. He dropped his head, forehead resting against the younger man's shoulder as he panted for breath himself.

Finally, though, he propped himself up on still trembling arms to look down at Aomine. "Good?" He asked, still slightly breathless.

Not anymore. That was the best part for him. Coming of age finally letting all of those thoughts and desires run unshackled through the firelight and heated air wrapping around them. Stupid as it was, he never felt this good naked before. And now, dear gods, did he ever want to leave this room?

Aomine could feel Vanyel’s motions even through his orgasm. His breath tumbled out in heady cries and groans as the man continued fucking him, pushing inside and pulling out as his insides clamped around his teacher’s bronzed cock in an effort to strangle him with every pulse of the darker teen’s climax. He could barely see, the pleasure was so intense, and whatever ending his orgasm had was shattered for a longer strain by the man’s motions.

His calf and thigh shivered against Vanyel’s hip and waist, heel fitting in the crux of the older man’s pelvis as he clung to him as best he could. Another rock of hips, another jettison of dwindling come, and Aomine braced his free leg on the couch cushion, shivering as the afterglow began to settle in place of his high. His body loosened slightly, muscles softening from their stony quality—

“NGAH!” Blue eyes flew open wide when Vanyel abruptly heaved inside him. He felt his balls tighten against his ass, felt the way his cock thickened inside him, that first bead of heat. Aomine bowed upward, yelling into the couch cushions and heat flooded his insides. It was unreal! Everything so sensitive, he felt his fingers, warm and long, his cock, hot and thick, and now this scalding, molten wave of Vanyel’s seed burning everything. He felt heavy, felt full, and his nerves blazed with euphoria until, unbidden, a second, weaker, climax seized Aomine and he came hard all over again. White spattered his chest and stomach even as similar spilled inside him and his body spasmed and swallowed, dragging as much from his teacher as possible.

Keep going, longer, harder, more! But only a few eternal moments and he dropped back down, muscles losing all tension. His legs slipped from their braces, the one sliding out long and wet off the couch, the other barely hanging onto Vanyel’s body as his arms fell to either side in a could-care-less splay. Raw inside meant he could feel the way the older man was softening, and the satisfied afterglow tinged with a stubborn want.

Aomine rolled his head to the side, panting heavily against Vanyel’s cheek and ear as he rested his forehead to his shoulder. Hidden from view, he leaned forward and nuzzled a kiss against his olive skin. Until Vanyel drew back and Aomine leaned his head to the cushions again, chest and stomach heaving as he looked up at his teacher. Those trembling arms looked nice… and his eyes too… and his breath… fuck all of it.

The question earned a breathless huff and an exhausted, erotic grin. “Best,” he groaned.

Vanyel wasn't sure he wanted to anywhere anytime soon, either - not when the alternative was being naked in bed with an eager and willing partner. Unfortunately, though, there were practicalities like eating to consider, along with the fact that the innkeeper just might want to rent the room for its full value eventually.

But those practicalities were far from his mind at the moment. All he could think of, all he could focus on, was that gorgeous tight heat around his cock. More low, needy sounds escaped him every time those muscles clamped down around him, and when the sensations intensified as Aomine came again...

He lost control a little, rolling his hips against Aomine's again and again, some darker, more animal corner of his mind wanting to pump every last drop into him as much as Aomine's body seemed to want to wring it from him. Once had, it only took a moment or two for the afterglow to set in, cock softening and limbs trembling both from exertion and from the last echoes of that intense pleasure.

He felt that nuzzled kiss, and couldn't help smiling in response - which Aomine might have felt against his skin before Vanyel raised his head. The answer got another smile out of him. "Glad to hear it." And, unable to help himself, he dipped his head to kiss Aomine again, a little less demanding than their earlier ones, but with echoes of that same heat.

Aomine tried in vain a few time to catch his breath before he finally gave up and let himself gasp for air. The sounds of Vanyel’s voice over him, all low, hot, needy, and just fucking amazing, coupled with the intense fullness creeping warmth from his hips all over his body. He had hardly been comprehensive after his first orgasm; talking or doing anything beyond a word was nigh impossible after a second. He lay flush to the couch, upper back, shoulders, neck, and head pressed to the cushions, though his lower back and hips curved upward incriminatingly in the air to rest contented within Vanyel’s hips, legs draping on either side of him.

Each roll earned a low moan against the side of the older man’s head and he grimaced slightly as the hard shaft inside him began to soften. It was a strange feeling, but something felt good about it regardless. Even if he missed it soon enough. The way Vanyel’s limbs shook, however, was a damn ego rub. He curled his fingers, rubbing at the skin beneath one hand and the cushions under the other. No moving beyond that; he was far too comfortable.

Then grumbled a little at the smile. Aomine felt it against his skin clear as day, but the awkwardness disappeared as Vanyel lifted his head and he felt himself grin despite everything else. It really did make him happy to hear that answer. Glad to hear it. He tilted his head as his teacher dropped his own and returned the kiss, eyes lidding halfway as he nuzzled his mouth against the other’s. It was softer than the other ones, which was kind of nice considering his lips felt nicely bruised from the rougher kisses earlier. The heat, however, was undeniable, and he slipped his tongue out to lave a taste from those bronzed lips.

“You came inside,” he murmured, practically purring in his chest.

If they stayed like this, there was a distinct possibility Vanyel would be hard again all too soon. For the moment, though, he was content to stay there and trade soft kisses, his tongue gliding against Aomine's as he deepened the kiss.

"So I did," he replied, lips still barely brushing his student's as he spoke. His fingertips skated over the skin of one lean thigh, tracing idle, meaningless shapes. "Would you prefer I didn't, next time?"

His voice was as soft as Aomine's had been, tone light, but it was far from a casual question. He hadn't thought to do otherwise, in the heat of the moment, but he wasn't about to knowingly do anything to the younger man that he didn't like.

It was also, to his mind, a good way to gauge how deep his student's interest ran. If this had just been because he was curious and finally had the freedom to satisfy that curiosity, or if there was more to it than that...

Aomine unconsciously clenched up as he felt the other man shift a little against him, soaking inner walls squeezing around the softened length inside him. It earned a low breathless pant again and he rolled his hand against the couch cushion for lack of anything else. Too distracted by the kisses melting into his mouth.

He opened his lips a little more, tongue sliding to coax Vanyel’s further in for a sweep before they broke apart enough to speak. “Hn.” Didn’t sound sorry at all. Good. Aomine pressed his lips together, unable to hide a slight groan of want as fingertips wandered his thigh aimlessly. Those little touches were… damn. “Like hell I would,” he growled softly. And this time, consciously flexed his body as if he was trying to wring another drop or so from the older man.

Somewhere in his lust-addled brain, he’d thought about that, but the next thrust whenever it happened back then knocked the thought way out of his head. And now that he’d felt it, gods, he never wanted to miss out on that sensation. “Feels too good,” he husked through the softening grin.

It was strange, to actually think about what he’d just done now that his brain was working. The heat of the moment, lingering as it was, still risen enough for him to realize it. He’d just had sex. With Vanyel. Aomine shifted his arm, sliding it up the man’s back and slowly working long, brown fingers into his dark hair. “You still gonna call me a ‘kid’ now?” he murmured, teasing him.

That clenching, conscious or no, got a soft, throaty sound out of him, little more than a sigh and quickly swallowed up in those kisses. He responded to that coaxing, tongue sliding deeper, stroking along Aomine's before he had to pull back to reply.

Whatever he might have said was knocked right back out of his head, though, as Aomine clenched around him again, intentionally, and more strongly than the unconscious clenching from before. He couldn't stop himself from groaning at that, or from dipping his head to kiss Aomine again, if only briefly. "Noted," he breathed as he drew back.

And not just the preference for having him come inside -though he wasn't about to forget that either- but the implication that Aomine did indeed want to do this again. And though it seemed a little strange now that he was able to think about it a little more objectively... he couldn't honestly say he didn't want to do it again.

He very nearly purred as those fingers slid into his hair, head tilting into the touch. "Hmm... no. I think you've conclusively proven you're not a kid anymore." Well, that and it was just a touch uncomfortable to think of anyone he intended to bed as a child.

Aomine bit down on the older man’s lower lip, teasing the skin with his tongue before accepting another kiss and the sounds of Vanyel’s pleasure. Give and take, kiss and talk, touch and rest, and he was still going to keep randomly flexing his body to squeeze him so long as it continued getting those amazingly hot sounds.

Especially when he got to visually see his teacher get his words knocked out of him. He did it again, hoping to shut him up once more, this time obviously playing with the new run of power between them. He was so much more flexible inside him now, and he could feel the way his cock shifted and compressed within his come-filled tunnel. A small dribble of white beaded between the dark skin of his entrance and Vanyel’s cock, clashing with their skin colors as it ran down between Aomine’s rear muscles and along Vanyel’s balls. Shit… that felt amazing, right along with that lurid groan above him. Plus another kiss.

It had hurt at first, the initial penetrations, and felt weird to have a man inside him for the first time. But the memories of that discomfort were completely derailed by the sheer bliss that followed. Gods, he never recalled feeling that kind of pleasure before. The warmth of his body and the sensations of joining with Vanyel like that… He wanted it again and was not ashamed to make that demand known. Screw if anyone else thought it was weird.

The answer earned a soft “hpmh” of acceptance and Aomine scratched lazily along the curve of the older man’s head, trilling long fingers through his hair. “Good,” he murmured. He knew Vanyel had kept his distance out of social safety and respect, despite Aomine’s physical stature not exactly matching his age. But that was in the past now and so much more now lay unlocked before him. Both of them. He tightened his leg around Vanyel’s side, still clinging with one, and slowly dragged it up, tracing over his skin. White teeth wandered over the man’s chin and Aomine shifted his hips a little.

“Wanna go again?”

It wasn’t his fault Vanyel was addicting.

Thinking through what this meant and how it might change things between them hadn't been possible in the heat of the moment, and between lazy contentment of afterglow and the continued teasing, he was finding it difficult to think much about it now. It did occur to him that a better man might have found the strength to resist, as the relationship still wasn't precisely one of equals, even if Aomine was legal now.

But even that thought was knocked from his head as Aomine continued to clench and unclench around him. More of those noises his student was so enjoying escaped him, though some were muffled against the younger man's mouth. He didn't seen any point in trying to be quiet about it, and hide how much he was enjoying both the act itself and the slight reversal of power.

The question got a soft chuckle out of him, even as he pressed closer in response to that tightening grip. "You're ready to go again already?" The hand on Aomine's chest slid down to stroke gently over his cock, testing. If he was too sensitive still...

Even if he was ready, though, Vanyel was going to need a minute - though the clenching, and the continued touching and kissing on all fronts, has gotten more than a few interested twitches out of his cock again already.

Aomine had obviously thought about how this would affect them. He didn’t just nudge Vanyel into acting without considering the changes. Bathing separately now was out of the question (bar extenuating circumstances) and so much for paying for two beds. But he hadn’t exactly expected it to do things… inside. Sure, he respected Vanyel enough to learn from him and travel with him, but he hadn’t felt… more towards him. Now, he didn’t want anyone else getting close to his teacher.

If he was thinking about it right now, which he wasn’t. Too busy teasing the hell out of the older man and enjoying the power swap. He lifted both arms over his head and gripped down on the cushions behind him, leaving his body splayed in front of Vanyel’s eyes as he drew back from the kiss. A low, purring sound vibrated in his chest and he shifted his hips a bit, pressing them further against the other man’s thighs.

Until that press forward and Aomine grunted softly, head tilting back to the cushions as well. “In a few,” he murmured, arching into the hand as it wandered down his chest, muscles flexing under his skin to give the five digits and his palm a hilly ride all the way down to his—“N-ah!” He jolted, arms hardening and legs spasming around Vanyel’s body as that bolt of lightning fired through him again. Okay so maybe the afterglow left him pretty damn sensitive but… it wasn’t like Vanyel was going to be thrusting right now.

Aomine lifted his other leg from the couch and ground until his ankle brushed over Vanyel’s and further until he could “step” down on the back of his bent left. Other limb still comfortably hiked around his waist, he gave a light tug, hinting at wanting the older man further on the couch with him. “Unless you want to go to the bed this time.”

[ooc: hey hey! Just wanted to let you know that I’m going on vacation for the next week and I won’t have internet after Friday until the following Wednesday. If you’re still up for continuing this after I get back, I’d love to keep going! Thanks!]

So, still a bit oversensitive yet; that was fine, it wasn't as if Vanyel was anywhere near recovered enough to start fucking him again just yet either. He'd need a few minutes yet himself. So his hand slid back up, settling on Aomine's chest, where his thumb grazed lightly over a nipple.

He went easily enough when Aomine tugged him further onto the couch, knees sliding forward a few inches and leaving him practically laying on top of his student, chest to chest - a position he took full advantage of to press a few more kisses and nips to Aomine's neck and chest, tongue swirling around his other nipple. He might not be up to thrusting just yet, but he could still do this much.

The question of moving to the bed gave him pause, though, and he rolled one dusky nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he thought it over. "It would give us more room to spread out." He didn't put any particular emphasis on the last two words, but they managed to come out sounding filthy regardless. "But it would also mean having to pull out."

His free hand skimmed along one brown thigh, tracing back to where Aomine's leg wrapped around Vanyel's waist before sliding forward again to settle on his hip. "Alternatively..." That grip tightened, and since they were roughly in the center of the couch he rolled them so that Aomine sat astride him. Since they were both enjoying the reversal of power so much so far, why not take it a bit further?

[ooc: Thanks for the heads-up! No, I don't mind continuing with it after you get back at all; I'm perfectly happy to backtag forever, haha. Have a good time!]

Aomine didn’t recover as fast as he thought he did, but fuck if that oversensitive skin of his didn’t feel damn amazing with those motions. He wanted to go again, right now, but his drive and his body weren’t entirely in sync yet. As it was, his chest arched into the hand settling atop his pectoral and a soft gasp zipped out as Vanyel brushed over his nipple. It sent sparks through him, enough to steal his breath.

“Oh hell—“ Aomine shoved his head against the cushions, both hands fisting on either side of his body and curling upwards at the wrists as Vanyel slid further onto the couch. It wasn’t like he thrust or anything, but just the motions enough drove his softened cock inside him and pressed hips to ass in a smooth, firm connection. To say nothing of those strong thighs flanking either side of Aomine’s rear and hips as Vanyel practically lay down atop him. He groaned softly as kisses rained over his neck and chest and actually yelped when Vanyel went for his other nipple with his mouth. The younger man instinctively knocked his teacher against the ass with his heel in half-reprimand for that action. “Dammit, I’m sensitive!” he husked breathlessly. Condemning or encouraging was up to Vanyel to decide.

The darker man’s chest rose and fell a few times as he gathered his breath while Vanyel paused. Thankfull—“Ngh!” Gods dammit, those fingers! He glared heatedly at his teacher, lips firming in an attempt to keep the panting breaths inside as his nipple pebbled between the rolling thumb and forefinger. “Yeah,” he grit out tersely, glancing around Vanyel’s shoulders so he could look at the bed. Those last two words hit right in the nerves and Aomine purposefully clenched himself around Vanyel’s softened cock in revenge. A breathy little laugh slipped free and he leaned up, nipping at Vanyel’s mouth. “Unless you want to carry me.”

Which was definitely not something he’d accept, even if it might possibly prevent the older man from pulling out. As fingers wandered over the back of his thigh, Aomine’s chest sank from a low exhale of relaxing pleasure. That felt nice… He shifted his leg against the man’s hip, sliding his calf over his bronzed back and following the contours of his spine. “Hm?” He glanced up, brow arching—and then widening as the grip tightened. “Oy—!”

A harsh gasp and yelp lanced the room as the world spun and Aomine felt his entire body turn into one big bound of sensation. His eyes danced and lights spun as pleasure-induced vertigo swamped his head. It was a second or two before he found himself straddling his teacher, brown legs kneeling on either side of him and his mouth hanging open halfway. But the afterglow was faded enough it didn’t take long to recover and he lowered his head, taking his time to gaze over his new vantage point. Lips curved in an open-mouthed grin and he traced his tongue along the rims of his lips. “Now this is nice,” he murmured, slowly testing a roll of his hips…

And then purposefully pushed with his shins and calves, lifting himself from Vanyel’s hips and pulling his cock free of his entrance. High enough Vanyel got to watch the results.

[ooc: Welcome! I’m not back yet, per say, but I have internet tonight and tomorrow, then Friday night and on will be back to normal! Thanks for your patience. I had a good time at least, hah. But omg, I miss the internet.]

No, it wasn't exactly a thrust - but it didn't really need to be. The slide of skin against sweat-slicked skin, the heat of Aomine around him as he pushed deeper inside without entirely meaning to, the sensation of being so closely joined.... they were enough to send a frisson of pleasure through his whole body and start the heat pooling in his groin anew.

The light kick and the scolding -or was it encouragement- prompted him to glance up at Aomine, a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes. "Oh, I know." Knew - and was enjoying it immensely. Not that he was much less sensitive, at the moment.

He moaned low in his throat as Aomine clenched around him again, unable to quite help rolling his hips reflexively. But he laughed softly as well, knowing full well Aomine would never stand for being carried. He returned that nip before he replied, "You say that as if you'd even let me try."

Then he rolled them, and as Aomine took that moment to get his head back together, Vanyel let a hand skim up his students back, fingers tracing the dips and bumps of his spine. "Thought you might like it," he murmured in return, hand slipping back down to settle on the younger man's lower back. A low, throaty noise escaped him as Aomine rolled his hips, his own rocking up in response, unable to help himself even if it was very nearly overstimulation.

He watched through half-lidded eyes as Aomine started to lift himself and his cock began to slip out. There was a small part of him that wanted to guide Aomine right back down, but the view he was getting was worth having to wait a few minutes to be back inside - because as his cock slipped out, his seed began to trickle down Aomine's thighs thanks to the new position.

The hand that had settled on Aomine's lower back slid downward, resting for just a moment on the curve of the younger man's ass before he slipped a finger back inside in place of his cock, delighting in how easily it slid in, and a little perversely in the slickness and the feel of his own seed dripping past his fingers. Though he knew intellectually that having come inside would have no effect, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction at having done so.

[ooc: Welcome back, sort of anyway! I know that feel, took a trip to remote Kentucky a few years back and for a chunk of it didn't have any kind of internet, and god did I miss it. But glad you had a good time!]

Edited (hit post too soon whoops) 2016-07-01 01:18 (UTC)

Aomine arched his chest forward, pectorals stretching under his skin as his young body strained from the sensations of fingers wandering up his back. Every traipse of those fingers along his spine felt like it was dragging up the inside of his sternum and unzipping his back from the base of his spine to the top of his neck in an intimate way only Vanyel could bring. His hips rolled as if on instinct and a low groan slipped free of his mouth as he let his head tilt.

“You thought right,” he murmured as he slowly unwound from the arch and pressed his lower back into the hand settling right over his ass. He could feel the way Vanyel’s hips rolled beneath his own and fuck if that didn’t encourage him to keep up the motions. At least until he was pressing down with his legs and pulling up and—“Ah, gods!” Aomine dropped his head and his eyes clenched shut as he felt the man’s softened length pulling at his insides.

It wasn’t all that slow, but he took enough time, his nerves that sensitive, he could feel every second of Vanyel’s head and shaft stretching inside him, tugging backwards through the slick tunnel of muscle, until the thicker end of his cock finally wedged against the inner ring of his ass, held for a second, and then finally popped free with a lewd feeling and sound. Aomine’s hips bucked forward and a visible jolt shot through him, his own flaccid length twitching in excitement and a low groan bleeding from his mouth. “Fuck…”

Mmm… not just because of the way Vanyel tugged free of his body, but now without that thick length inside… Sapphire eyes sparked warm again as he looked down at his teacher, a lewd grin playing at his lips as he felt something warm and syrupy bead at the center of his hole. And slowly begin to leak out of him. “You made a fucking mess in me,” he purred as he rolled his hips, keeping his legs braced so Vanyel could watch the way the clarifying white of his seed dribbled down the strong lines along the inside of Aomine’s thighs. Felt… strange, but amazing.

“Oy…” Aomine’s eyes narrowed and he leaned backwards as the hand wandered down his back, the twin muscles of his ass cheeks hardening beneath the hand resting on his curve. “What’re—NGH!” He slapped both hands down on the backs of his ankles, body tensing up all over as that finger slipped inside him. It went in so easily, soaking almost, and the penetration coaxed out another flow of semen from inside his body. It leaked out around Vanyel’s knuckles and wandered down his fingers, over the back of his hand, into his palm. Aomine groaned softly, his brown cock showing signs of life again as his body clenched—swallowed—around the man’s finger. It was perverted and lewd, but fuck if he didn’t like it.

A lot. “Move your finger,” he husked. “Stir it in me.” Damn, now he felt dirty and didn’t regret it at all. “Your seed, Vanyel.”

[ooc: Thanks! Got one more day of this and it’ll all be normal (schedule change last minute). And yeah, internet-less sucks. You know the feeling. Hope you’re doing all well as well and I’ll catch you more regularly soon!]

Not all that slow, maybe, but it was still just slow enough to feel like a tease. And he couldn't entirely stifle a soft sound of loss as his cock slipped free, the air feeling far colder by comparison to Aomine's body.

Still, the show he was getting thoroughly distracted him from that. His eyes were glued to Aomine's thighs for a long moment, watching as his come ran down. Then his gaze flickered up to meet Aomine's, an echo of the heat from earlier back in his eyes. "Should I apologize?" He asked lightly, even as his hand trailed down over the curve of the younger man's ass.

His finger slipped into that well-used hole as easily as it might've into a woman's wet cunt - he knew better than to vocalize that comparison, but there was something oddly appealing about it all the same. A sound somewhere between a purr and a growl rumbled up from his chest at the combination, those muscles so loose and relaxed around his finger and the sight of it, dripping down over his hand as well as Aomine's thighs. An echo of his earlier thoughts came back to him: Divines, what a sight...

Then Aomine made his request, and his own cock started stirring again. "Gods, that's filthy," he breathed, but it was hardly an objection. His hand started moving, fingers stroking in much the same way he'd done when he was prepping his student before. This angle, combined with how wet and loose Aomine was now, gave him a little more freedom to press deeper, deep enough to reach that sweet spot that had driven his student so wild before.

He didn't give that too much attention just yet, guessing that if his his nipples and cock were so sensitive still, that spot would only be more so. But he could hardly help teasing it just a little.

[ooc: No prob! Yeah, I know the feeling, so hooray for almost-normalcy. ^.^ I can't complain too much; my replies will be as regular as my job allows.]

sorry for the delay, gmail decided to toss my notifs into the spam folder

sorry for the delay as well! i'll be a lot more regular now~ thanks! <3

and then my day off ended up not being much of a day off after all...

sorry for hear that; been there before and totally commiserate with you.

hopefully the rest of the weekend will be a bit more productive!

Here's to hoping!

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sorry about that, power was out over here. thanks storms...

No need to apologize, not your fault!

Thanks~

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damn that icon...

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