❝ 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]

Some other time, Vena will simply enjoy some time sitting on the elf's cock. He'll take pleasure in the way it stretches out his body and presses against his insides, he'll delight in how it makes him feel almost too full. Some other time, Feurian will have his chance (plenty of chances) to warm his cock inside the incubus, but not now. Now, Vena craves movement. His greatest desire is to be fucked by the beautiful elf. He wants to see if Feurian really is worth Vena's claim over him. Does he have it in him to satisfy the sex demon? His dick, alone, is already making a pretty compelling argument.

When Feurian lifts Vena and allows gravity to do the rest, it's time for Vena's mind to go a little blank. Just a flash of nothing but pleasure. There's a full-bodied moan followed closely by a grunt of effort as he tries to pull himself back up, back along the full length of Feurian's impressive cock. Keep going, Feurian. Don't stop. Keep putting your strong arms to work.

Vena tangles one hand in Feurian's long hair as his moans become a little softer, more breathy. Feurian belongs to Vena now. He fully believes that is his decision to make. The one he has his eye on rarely has a say in the matter and Feurian's human master can't possibly compete with the allure of an incubus. So that leaves the decision solely in Vena's hands, does it not? Vena certainly thinks so.

"You'll stay here with me until morning?" he asks when his pleasure allows it. "Or longer?" Though it's posed as a question, it isn't meant as one. They have some time before Nagare opens the doors to clients again, and Vena intends to spend as much of that time exploring Feurian as he can.

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Don't worry, Vena. Stopping is the farthest thing from Feurian's mind. A breathy moan escapes him as gravity pulls Vena back down on him, as he's once again enveloped by the heat of that incubus. There's barely time for Vena to even try to hoist himself up again. Feurian's already setting a steady pace, essentially bouncing the small incubus on his dick. Why withhold what they both desire?

It's been some time since Feurian's been with a significantly smaller partner. He almost forgot how much he enjoyed it. No doubt being able to manhandle the little incubus somewhat regularly will remind keep that pleasure fresh in his mind. Maybe being Vena's won't be such a bad thing after all.

"If you like," he manages to pant out.

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Vena tightens his arms around Feurian's shoulders to pull himself closer to the elf's body, as well as tightens his grip on that blond hair. Each small movement draws out a moan or pleasured sigh. Each time he drops back down onto Feurian's cock, it's like the whole world drops away, like there's nothing else beyond just the two of them. The two of them and their combined pleasure.

Shame on Nagare for keeping this creature here where Vena couldn't find him sooner.

It's times like this, when he's being so easily and effortlessly manhandled by Feurian, when he has real appreciation for his human form. Even without his innate abilities, a staggering number of men gravitate toward a smaller, somewhat effeminate young man. It makes them feel powerful. It makes them feel more comfortable about sticking their dick in a partner who appears to be male, until they're fully taken by the incubus' power and it no longer bothers them. But so rarely does he have the pleasure of having a partner who is significantly larger than him. A partner who can make him feel as small as he appears. A partner who can make him feel as though he's entirely at their mercy, even though that will rarely ever be true.

"I'd like," he sighs into the elf's ear, the words followed closely by deep, sultry moans.

[huqin]

Vena pulling himself closer is most welcome. Feurian likes contact during sex generally, even more so with this incubus. Yes, there will be time for him to map out Vena's body later, but he craves more of it even now. It isn't enough for those lissome limbs to be wrapped around him. He wants to feel everything Vena has to offer right here, right now.

There's nothing wrong with them both enjoying the illusion. Especially when they're both aware it's nothing more than that. Perhaps that knowledge puts Feurian at an advantage compared to others who want (or wanted) Vena. Feurian's very aware that Vena holds all the power. And maybe that makes this all the more enjoyable.

With Vena's lips against his ear, it's too easy for Feurian to turn his head, to drag his lips and tongue over the tender skin of the incubus' throat. Hot, wet kisses, the subtle scrape of teeth, tender nips and bites. All until he finds a delectable spot to suck. Can he leave a mark on the incubus? He doesn't even know.

[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.

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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.