I wrote this smut and I think it is quite nice because it has a long haired person but I got distracted from their hair
It's from Paraskeinia (like the story I'm writing) by the way :3 and so it gets cut off because if I post the whole thing it'll be spoilers :3
Content warnings:
So it's a nonbinary person and a cisgender man (they both have penises)
There's oral and then penetrative
What the hell did I write I forgot
There's one death threat but it's kind of flippant like they don't actually mean it
Oh magical lube i don't know how else to put that down
Clarifications because there's no context:
Garasa is a genderfluid shapeshifter
Frank is going through memory loss
No one really knows what or who Frank was before the memory loss at this point
Frank woke when he heard the tent open, he glanced around, Garasa was going outside. He blinked, and followed them out. He kept his distance from them, his steps silent across the grass. He stared after them, his heart a bit tight, they looked ethereal under the moonlight, the silver light bathing their crystalline hair. It was long now, down to their hips. It wasn’t anywhere near that long when they’d laid down to sleep. Frank followed Garasa to the treeline, where they stopped, leaning their shoulder against a tree. They either didn’t notice Frank behind them, or didn’t care, as they messily tugged the fastenings of their pants undone and shoved their hand under the waistband. Frank’s cheeks coloured, he was about to leave when Garasa turned,
“What are you doing here?” they hissed over their shoulder, their voice a bit thick.
“I— I... you want help?”
Garasa raised an eyebrow, they were silent for a moment. Frank’s throat constricted, heart pounding against his ribs frantically, hoping Garasa wouldn’t punch him in the face. The moment stretched and Frank wished the ground would open up under him, but Garasa hummed,
“Come here,” they muttered. Frank’s heart leapt into his throat, his head giddy as he stepped toward them.
“Kneel.” they said, and Frank did, dropping to his knees before their feet, looking up at them with shining eyes. Garasa smirked, they reached out and brushed back Frank’s hair. Frank’s heart was still erratic, wondering if he was about to be kissed, but Garasa only cupped his head and pulled him toward their crotch as they leaned back against the tree as their other hand tugged their pants down. Frank didn’t waste a second, he kissed Garasa’s tip before licking a long stripe down their length. Garasa hummed, their fingers messing with Frank’s hair. They groaned when Frank put them in his mouth, tongue slipping around them.
“Have you done this before?” they asked, voice raspy.
Frank shrugged, pulling away to speak, “I think so? I think I had someone—”
“Okay, don’t care— put me back in, I—”
Frank chuckled, “Eager, much?” he teased, his hands stroking them.
“Please [pt: Please],” Garasa begged, brushing their hair over their shoulder.
Frank stood up, smirking, “No. Turn around.”
“What— but you said—”
“Turn [pt: Turn],” Frank insisted, but his hands trembled when he touched Garasa’s shoulder. Garasa glared for a moment, but they turned, resting their forearm on the tree, their other hand almost nervously threading through their own hair,
“We don’t have lube,” they muttered as Frank looped an arm around their waist.
“I’ll take care of that.” Frank whispered in their ear, “Tell me if you want to stop, yeah?”
“Whatever you do, don’t you fucking dare stop [pt: stop].” Garasa hissed.
Frank grinned, “You’re beautiful.” he whispered, his hand stroking down their side, “Like this. All worked up and—”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“Tsk, fine.” Frank huffed, pulling his own pants down, he stroked himself, his other hand slipping away from Garasa’s waist to take their chin in his hands, pulling their head back onto his shoulder. Garasa’s violet eyes landed on Frank’s and his heart lurched, those dazed eyes were for him [pt: for him].
“If you use your spit, I’ll kill you.” Garasa hissed.
“Trust me,” Frank whispered, euphoria glowing in his chest as he felt Garasa shudder at his voice. He reached for the magic in the air, letting it pile onto his fingers, cool like water and thick like honey.
He chuckled when he heard Garasa gasp as he smeared it around their rim.
“What is that?” they asked,
“Magic,” Frank cooed,
“What are you [pt: you]?”
“You tell me.”
Garasa whimpered as Frank pushed a finger in, gently stretching them out, his other hand brushing down their chest to hug their waist again. Garasa grasped his wrist as he carefully slipped in another finger.
“Is your name really Frank?”
“I don’t think so, doesn’t really feel right.” Frank mumbled, he hummed, “Enjoying yourself, pretty?” adding another finger, grinning when he saw Garasa’s eyes roll back.
“Be quiet, will you? Let me enjoy this.”
“Hell, no.”
“Fuck you.”
“You mean fuck you [pt: you],” he teased “You shouldn’t be able to talk, anyway.” he muttered, pulling his fingers out and lining himself up with Garasa’s hole.
“Wait— is that enough?”
“You’ve never done this before?”
“Shut up.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Fine.”
Frank pushed himself in, slapping a hand over Garasa’s mouth to muffle their scream. He wrapped his arms around them, moving slowly despite Garasa’s whining, letting them get accustomed to the stretch before he pushed more of himself in. Garasa moaned, eyes closed, lifting an arm to hug Frank’s head against theirs. Frank brought a hand down to jerk Garasa off as he bottomed out, rocking his hips into Garasa’s, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down their neck. Garasa’s breathing was heavy, they were almost limp in Frank’s arms, head lolled back against his shoulder, half laughing, half screaming themself hoarse.
“You’re amazing,” Frank groaned, “Goodness, I want to kiss you.”
“You— you’ve got your— haah [pt: haah], your dick up my ass, what’s... what’s stopping you?”
“What the hell?” [pt: What the hell?]
“Oh, sweetheart,” Frank took Garasa’s chin in his hands again, pulling their mouth to his, eyes closed. He stopped a breath apart, a heartbeat passed, he pulled away so fast Garasa fell over.
“I— I had someone...” Frank muttered, not looking at Garasa, stumbling over his own feet, pulling his pants back up to his hips. His hands were clutching his head, “Someone... his name...”
“Frank—”
“Wait. I’m sorry, I— his name... I loved him, so much, why can’t I—”
Sorry folks, that's all you get.
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