[ The only way he'd really ever get Reyson to be a good pillow prince is if he tied him to the bedpost, and Tibarn knows it. Luckily for them both, he enjoys Reyson's stubborn eagerness just as much as the breathy, bothered way he breathes when he's helpless to getting pleasured. He knows how sensitive Reyson gets though, about being weak or feeling useless, even though he's neither of those things, so when Reyson bothers to form words of complaint, Tibarn relents and eases back quickly. ]
Alright, alright.
[ He mumbles consolingly against Reyson's ribs, though he can't resist peppering kisses down Reyson's stomach as he shifts the pressure of his weight back to his thighs, loosens his grip on Reyson's hips, and hooks his fingers in the waistband of Reyson's pants instead to tug them firmly down. ]
[ when tibarn's grasp lets up, reyson exhales hard. ]
About time.
[ he appreciates tibarn's attentions, every touch and kiss, but gods - being held back drives him wild in the best and worst ways. while tibarn tugs at his pants, reyson takes the time to wriggle out of his shirt, carefully tugging it over his wings and discarding it on the floor beside tibarn's heavy jacket. cool air rushes against his too-hot skin, bringing a small measure of relief.
and then his hands are on tibarn's shoulders, pushing back. ]
Turn over. On your back.
[ he might not have the physical strength to manhandle tibarn, but he has the strength of will, the commanding tone, and the reassurance that tibarn will do as he says. the hawk king is a proud laguz, but behind closed doors he is all but wrapped around reyson's little finger. ]
[ The one nice thing about not having his mouth on Reyson is the view he gets. All that blonde hair goes pouring over pale skin as he peels his shirt off, and he may not have the muscles Tibarn's got, but he's lithe and beautiful all the same, even more when he's stretching his wings out wide behind him. An incredible sight, and only Tibarn gets the pleasure of seeing it. He thinks, not for the first time, that he's the luckiest laguz in the world. He's even more sure of it once Reyson's leaning over him, pushing against his shoulders. ]
At your command.
[ Eyes bright and neck flushed with arousal, Tibarn complicity falls back as he's told. His wings rearrange quickly to a comfortable position against the bed. Meanwhile, his hands slide Reyson's pants further down his hips, down over his thighs, and squeezing his ass as he drags him back in close again in this new position, and his own hips jerk instinctively, cock aching in neglect against the restraint of his own pants. ]
[ it's an easy enough thing for reyson to kick out of his pants while they're shifting, and just like that he's left entirely nude. normally, he's quite concerned with appearances, and maintaining a certain proud authority and air of decency, but this is tibarn, tibarn whom he loves and trusts with all of his being, who has seen him bare countless times. no, he may not have tibarn's physique, much to his chagrin, but he trusts that tibarn likes what he sees nevertheless, that he finds reyson beautiful even without a hawklike body.
he can't understand it himself, how tibarn could find him desirable, but it's more than enough that he does.
sitting astride tibarn's hips, reyson splays his hands over his broad chest, dragging his nails ungently down tanned skin, a rogueish grin curving his wet mouth. ]
Not so easy sitting still, is it?
[ he teases, but only moments before he is quickly unbinding the belts and sashes at tibarn's waist, pulling them loose, unlacing his breeches - without hesitation his hand slips into the heat of tibarn's trousers, smooth palm sliding along the hard, hot shape of his cock. ]
drawing characters sufficiently pretty = real art goals
[ It's a hawk's instinct that has him enjoying pinning Reyson down and looming over him like prey to be devoured. But there's a lot to be said for having Reyson like this too: completely bared and still practically covered by a waterfall of gold hair and white wings. And there's the thrill too, from the other side: being looked at like he's the prey. That challenge in Reyson's eyes and that smart smile are just as responsible for the flush in Tibarn's skin as the rest of him. Reyson's right, though. It's not easy to stay still. He huffs something that would be a laugh if he weren't so completely turned on and thoroughly distracted by the squeeze of Reyson's thighs and the drag of his nails. ]
Ha— You got me.
[ And then Reyson really gets him, and Tibarn's eyes fall closed with a hum at the satisfyingly friction of skin-on-skin as Reyson's hand pushes down his pants. He lifts his hips again, intentionally this time, to meet and encourage that touch while his own hands squeeze Reyson's thighs. Yeah, he's definitely not staying still, but the roll of his hips is slow, just like the track of his hands upwards, from Reyson's thighs to his waist, and slowly to center, finally squeezing his cock with the same disciplined rhythm. He opens his eyes again as soon as he realizes they've fallen shut, intent on enjoying every moment of this long-coming night of stolen intimacy. To rush through it would be a waste. He wants to savor every second. ]
[ oh how good it is to see tibarn unravel all but instantly, pleasure washing over his handsome face like a fall of water, feeling his hips rock upward, feeling his cock grow even harder beneath his palm - it's such a rush to feel it. to know he's done this. he's given tibarn this pleasure, wound him up so tight..
and then tibarn's hand is on him, and reyson inhales sharply, his body tensing, his hips rocking gently forward. warm pleasure trickles over him from his head down his back, his pale wings twitching.
but he must keep on task. reyson's grasp tightens, and with his free hand he tugs tibarn's trousers open wider, and further down on his hips to make it easier to hold him, to stroke his cock to fullness from base to tip. ]
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Alright, alright.
[ He mumbles consolingly against Reyson's ribs, though he can't resist peppering kisses down Reyson's stomach as he shifts the pressure of his weight back to his thighs, loosens his grip on Reyson's hips, and hooks his fingers in the waistband of Reyson's pants instead to tug them firmly down. ]
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About time.
[ he appreciates tibarn's attentions, every touch and kiss, but gods - being held back drives him wild in the best and worst ways. while tibarn tugs at his pants, reyson takes the time to wriggle out of his shirt, carefully tugging it over his wings and discarding it on the floor beside tibarn's heavy jacket. cool air rushes against his too-hot skin, bringing a small measure of relief.
and then his hands are on tibarn's shoulders, pushing back. ]
Turn over. On your back.
[ he might not have the physical strength to manhandle tibarn, but he has the strength of will, the commanding tone, and the reassurance that tibarn will do as he says. the hawk king is a proud laguz, but behind closed doors he is all but wrapped around reyson's little finger. ]
i forgot all about that fanart goddamn
At your command.
[ Eyes bright and neck flushed with arousal, Tibarn complicity falls back as he's told. His wings rearrange quickly to a comfortable position against the bed. Meanwhile, his hands slide Reyson's pants further down his hips, down over his thighs, and squeezing his ass as he drags him back in close again in this new position, and his own hips jerk instinctively, cock aching in neglect against the restraint of his own pants. ]
it's a good one :eyes:
he can't understand it himself, how tibarn could find him desirable, but it's more than enough that he does.
sitting astride tibarn's hips, reyson splays his hands over his broad chest, dragging his nails ungently down tanned skin, a rogueish grin curving his wet mouth. ]
Not so easy sitting still, is it?
[ he teases, but only moments before he is quickly unbinding the belts and sashes at tibarn's waist, pulling them loose, unlacing his breeches - without hesitation his hand slips into the heat of tibarn's trousers, smooth palm sliding along the hard, hot shape of his cock. ]
drawing characters sufficiently pretty = real art goals
Ha— You got me.
[ And then Reyson really gets him, and Tibarn's eyes fall closed with a hum at the satisfyingly friction of skin-on-skin as Reyson's hand pushes down his pants. He lifts his hips again, intentionally this time, to meet and encourage that touch while his own hands squeeze Reyson's thighs. Yeah, he's definitely not staying still, but the roll of his hips is slow, just like the track of his hands upwards, from Reyson's thighs to his waist, and slowly to center, finally squeezing his cock with the same disciplined rhythm. He opens his eyes again as soon as he realizes they've fallen shut, intent on enjoying every moment of this long-coming night of stolen intimacy. To rush through it would be a waste. He wants to savor every second. ]
it is always the challenge..
and then tibarn's hand is on him, and reyson inhales sharply, his body tensing, his hips rocking gently forward. warm pleasure trickles over him from his head down his back, his pale wings twitching.
but he must keep on task. reyson's grasp tightens, and with his free hand he tugs tibarn's trousers open wider, and further down on his hips to make it easier to hold him, to stroke his cock to fullness from base to tip. ]
You feel good.