❝ Let you play me like an instrument ❞

[huqin]

{ but i’m addicted to it, yeah, i’m addicted to it }
🌸 feurian 🌸 vena 🌸 nagare 🌸 aqua 🌸

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[erotism]

The contact is incredible. Feeling so much of his partner's body against his is like a drug. He can't get enough of it. Feeling the heat rolling off of his partner's skin, the sweat as they really start to exert themselves. Feeling the way their heart pounds for him and him alone. It really adds to the experience. It heightens it. It also helps him to establish himself as the thing his partner needs most. It forms a connection between them. Humans do often rave about skin to skin contact. That's something that he agrees with the humans about.

There's most certainly nothing wrong with the both of them enjoying the illusion that Feurian is the one in control. There's no harm in playing into the idea that Vena is truly the dainty thing he presents himself as. They both know the difference. Maybe that really is an advantage that Feurian has over others, the awareness that Vena holds all the power between them and of the situation he's in. He knows and that gives him an edge over Vena's other partners.

Vena's breathing quickens and his moves his head a little further to the side, letting the elf explore more of his exposed neck. The feel of lips and teeth and tongue, the suckling at his skin, it draws out moan after moan. With enough effort, Feurian may be able to mark the incubus, but he'll be fighting against Vena's body at its peak, when its healing is at its fastest. Yet Vena slides his hand up through Feurian's hair, up to the back of his head, holding the elf's face against his neck, practically demanding he try. See if he can't leave his mark on the incubus, temporary though it may be.

[huqin]

Feurian may realize Vena’s in control, but that knowledge is, very quickly, becoming wholly unimportant. It’s simply burning away under the taste of the incubus on his tongue, of that perfectly tender skin beneath his lips. And of course that mind-numbing friction Vena’s body provides with every move they make. Maybe they’re both fortunate that Feurian’s had previous experience with the resident succubus so he’s not so lost in the sex demon’s spell to be an embarrassingly unsatisfying partner.

The elf’s fingers knead at Vena’s ass cheeks even as he continues to bounce the incubus up and down on his cock. It won’t be much longer before he seeks out some surface to stabilize Vena so Feurian can have a fuller range of motion. But for now, he’s content to move his body as much as this position will allow. He can’t complain about the perfect depth that lets him bottom out every time Vena drops back down on his aching length.

And, yes, he is challenging himself to see if he can suck a bruise into existence, however briefly on Vena’s throat. The hands in his hair demand it! Well, even if he can’t leave a mark on Vena, Feurian’s sure to leave a little something behind inside him when all is said and done.