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@noequals
This is an nsft sideblog to @exilegend. Iβd prefer to keep my audience for this particular blog 18+, and if youβre a minor I donβt want you anywhere near it. (Both for your safety and mine. I can get into serious legal trouble if you decide to be stupid !)
My general rules here apply the same. Iβll probably keep headcanons and asks of sexual nature sequestered to this blog, any written replies and such will perhaps only happen with people Iβm extremely comfortable with.
shhh old man fuckin
@explosivehead & @midnightfiireworks
[ HIPS ]:Β senderΒ pullsΒ receiverΒ inΒ closerΒ byΒ theΒ hips. | Saint pulling him in from behind by his hips, Rohan is in front of him. Saint purrs in his ear, "I cannot wait to see you come undone, my love."
ambush.
he had known saint was coming to neomuna this week, and he had known saint was hinting at something, which rohan later hinted at himself. what he did not know was what both he and aarush had planned for him exactly. to say he is pleasantly surprised by this would perhaps be an understatement.
they must have talked about it while he busied himself with the logs. what he would give to have seen that conversation.
* Β Β Β β Β Β ο΄Ύ Β ππππ Β πππππππ Β ο΄Ώ Β :Β Β ππππ Β ππππππ Β πππππππ.
personally ,Β Β iβmΒ tiredΒ ofΒ theΒ secondhandΒ embarrassment.Β Β soΒ hereβsΒ a Β random Β assortment Β of Β nsfw Β actions Β andΒ dialogue Β promptsΒ thatΒ donβtΒ feelΒ tooΒ overΒ theΒ top.Β Β (Β donβtΒ forgetΒ toΒ addΒ [Β reverseΒ ]Β ifΒ youβdΒ likeΒ toΒ seeΒ theΒ receiverΒ performΒ theΒ action.Β )
actions.
[ PULL ]: Β senderΒ pullsΒ receiversΒ hair.
[ HICKEY ]:Β senderΒ givesΒ receiverΒ aΒ hickey.
[ TRAIL ]:Β senderΒ leavesΒ aΒ trailΒ ofΒ kissesΒ downΒ receiversΒ stomach.
[ HIPS ]:Β senderΒ pullsΒ receiverΒ inΒ closerΒ byΒ theΒ hips.
[ KNEES ]:Β senderΒ lowersΒ themselvesΒ toΒ theirΒ knees.
[ STRIPTEASE ]:Β senderΒ teasinglyΒ stripsΒ theirΒ clothes.
[ STRIP ]:Β senderΒ undressesΒ receiver.
[ GRIND ]:Β senderΒ grindsΒ onΒ receiversΒ thigh.
[ ORAL ]:Β senderΒ goesΒ downΒ onΒ receiver.
[ PASSENGER ]: Β sender Β touches Β receiver Β while Β sender Β is Β driving.
[ DRIVER ]:Β senderΒ goesΒ downΒ onΒ /Β touchesΒ receiverΒ whileΒ receiverΒ isΒ driving.
[ OVERSTIMULATED ]:Β senderΒ repeatedlyΒ makingΒ receiverΒ orgasm.
[ PUBLIC ]:Β senderΒ andΒ receiverΒ haveΒ sexΒ somewhereΒ public.
[ CAR ]:Β senderΒ andΒ receiverΒ haveΒ sexΒ inΒ aΒ car.
[ CONTROL ]:Β senderΒ isΒ ridingΒ receiverΒ andΒ receiverΒ takesΒ controlΒ byΒ guidingΒ theirΒ hips.
[ SHY ]:Β senderΒ coversΒ theirΒ faceΒ andΒ receiverΒ movesΒ theirΒ handsΒ away.
[ EYES ]:Β senderΒ makesΒ receiverΒ lookΒ themΒ inΒ theΒ eyes.
[ BEG ]:Β senderΒ begsΒ receiverΒ toΒ touchΒ /Β fuckΒ them.
[ MORNING ]:Β senderΒ wakesΒ receiverΒ upΒ withΒ sex.
[ STRADDLE ]:Β senderΒ sitsΒ inΒ receiversΒ lapΒ toΒ teaseΒ them.
[ CAMERA ]:Β senderΒ recordsΒ receiver.
[ RECORD ]:Β senderΒ isΒ recordedΒ byΒ receiver.
[ MOUTH ]:Β senderΒ putsΒ theirΒ fingersΒ intoΒ receiversΒ mouth.
[ LOVE ]:Β senderΒ tellsΒ receiverΒ theyΒ loveΒ themΒ during.
[ PUSH ]:Β senderΒ pushesΒ receiverΒ ontoΒ bed.
dialogue.
β youΒ lookΒ soΒ prettyΒ likeΒ this.Β Β β
β iΒ wantΒ toΒ spendΒ allΒ nightΒ learningΒ everyΒ soundΒ youΒ make.Β β
β letΒ meΒ takeΒ careΒ ofΒ you.Β β
β iβmΒ notΒ wearingΒ anyΒ underwearΒ rightΒ now.Β β
β youβreΒ reallyΒ goodΒ atΒ that.Β β
β god,Β youβreΒ soΒ wetΒ /Β hardΒ β¦.Β β
β iΒ thinkΒ aboutΒ youΒ whenΒ iΒ touchΒ myself.Β β
β tellΒ meΒ whatΒ youΒ want.Β β
β pleaseΒ touchΒ /Β fuckΒ me.Β β
β iΒ loveΒ teasingΒ you.Β β
β touchΒ yourselfΒ forΒ me.Β β
β iΒ getΒ soΒ wetΒ /Β hardΒ aroundΒ you.Β β
β getΒ onΒ yourΒ knees.Β β
β youβreΒ suchΒ aΒ tease.Β β
β tellΒ meΒ youβreΒ mine.Β β
β iβmΒ yours.Β β
β iΒ wantΒ youΒ toΒ cumΒ forΒ me.Β β
β iΒ wantΒ youΒ toΒ cumΒ inΒ me.Β β
β iβllΒ beΒ good,Β iΒ promise.Β β
β youβreΒ doingΒ soΒ goodΒ forΒ me.Β β
β youΒ feelΒ soΒ good.Β β
β youΒ soundΒ soΒ prettyΒ whenΒ youΒ moan.Β β
β iΒ couldΒ beΒ yourΒ toy.Β β
β fuckΒ meΒ likeΒ youΒ loveΒ me.Β β
β iβmΒ gonnaΒ cum- β
β iΒ justΒ wantΒ toΒ feelΒ something.Β β
β iΒ wannaΒ beΒ onΒ topΒ thisΒ time.Β β
call osiris a gardener the way he's burying his seed of silver wings is this anything
he has absolutely nothing to say on the matter. he is entirely neutral on two large and handsome men. nothing to think about. no sir.
πdo they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward?
prompt
yes and yes. i don't really have anything to ellaborate on i just think he's really tactile.
π§βπ€βπ§π§βπ€βπ§how do they feel about having multiple partners at once? have they ever done it?
prompt
okay bear with me on this one...
πdo they prefer oral or penetrative sex more?
prompt
i think he likes them fairly equally HOWEVER...
πdo they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option?
prompt
osiris needs an emotional connection.
he's a very private man and i think sex, for him at least, is a very private and intimate act. that and i think when he was "younger" he tried having one-night-stands a couple times but found he didn't like it very much. a very small amount of people get to see him at his barest and he'd prefer to keep it that way.
ππππππ ππππππππππ
π§βπ€βπ§π§βπ€βπ§how do they feel about having multiple partners at once? have they ever done it? πͺ’do they have a kink? if so, what is it? πΈhave they ever or would they ever accept money or gifts in exchange for sex? πhow do they feel about toys? do they have any? whatβs their favorite? do they use them with partners? πdo they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option? π«how do they feel about friends with benefits? πhow old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant? π³οΈβπwhatβs their sexual orientation? have they ever experimented outside of that [for more binary orientations such as heterosexual/homosexual]? πdo they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? βοΈare they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch? ποΈwhatβs their favorite position? π’whatβs their body count? πwhatβs the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesnβt count] πhow do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? π¬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? π€ͺwhatβs the wildest place theyβve ever done something sexual? β€οΈβπ₯whatβs their most erogenous zone? πdo they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward? π¦whatβs their immediate post-orgasm reaction? π«Άwhat does after care look like for them?
when osiris' orgasm hits, rohan takes the opportunity to drink it in.
the way he trembles, the moans that force themselves from his lipsβ it ignites a fire in his belly, settles molten warmth deep in his stomach. he wants to savor this moment. he wants to keep that feeling deep inside him, to warm and remind him through the lonely nights to come. rohan shifts, shudders.
βagain?β he breathes. he teases. it is still so very genuine.
as the trembles subside, as osiris comes down from his third orgasm, rohan cannot help but just drink the moment in. his cheek against osiris' thigh, his fingers slowing their speed, their respective thumb lifting to trace the length of his dick (over osiris' own fingertips) before encircling the base. slow, idle, lazy.
βosiris,β hums the cloud strider, and he turns his head. he presses first a kiss to those tanned thighs, and then takes the chance to nip.
βdo you know how good you look right now?β
perhaps it is not the cleverest thing to say. perhaps it is not the words rohan should say; there is no poetry to be woven, no honeyed words gently dripfed. but it is the truth. he is undone, and osiris is once again the culprit. but so, too, has rohan dragged him from the sky. wrapped him close, pulled him from the heavens, softened his descent as best he couldβ
he would do it again, too, if given the chance. because osiris has given him a taste of selfishness, and now he is almost desperate for it. and so he lowers his head, flicks his tongue once more along the length of osiris' dick.
osiris laughs.
not because he thinks aarush is being funny, of course, only that the emotion that wells up inside at the compliment is too much to contain. he breathes out, more steady, blinking once or twice to try and regain some clarity after that shattering orgasm.
aarush's hands on him β in him β is an idle comfort now and he's not entirely sure if he has another in him. (though he'd be both impressed yet unsurprised if aarush drags another out anyways.)
his eyes soften as aarush thumbs at his dick over his own fingers and he moves them, choosing instead to settle his hand over the cloud strider's head once more. feels how the quicksilver keratin is beneath his touch. the subtlest of grains betraying the nanites' work.
osiris lets out a low, slow moan as his lover's mouth finds him once more. with desperation for completion no longer seizing his body, he allows himself to simply savor the feeling. he'll take the slower pace as easily as he took the passionate tempo earlier.
"you're one to talk," he mutters, voice raw, "seeing as you're the one with his head between my thighs."
and it is a scene he hopes to burn into his memory. he doesn't think he could ever tire of the sight. he never wants to tire of it. so he takes what he can of this. secures it in his heart for hard times to come.
he doesn't move his hips this time to guide nor to meet him. instead, he will allow aarush the selfishness of working him up all over again.
really gotta sit down and make a writeup of osiris and intimacy tbh.
osiris begins to repeat his name, again and again, and there are no words to describe what it does to him.
heat rises to his cheeks, falls to the pit of his stomach with every aarush that escapes. his jaw clenches. his heart pounds in his ears. rohan has to turn his head, to bury his face in osiris' thigh in the hopes of muffling the noises it draws from him. he could find ecstasy in this alone.
he opens his mouth, and nips down again on that soft skin. it gives him enough courage to murmur, "you have no idea what you're doing to me."
osiris is so stretched around his fingers, so wet that he's practically dripping. rohan makes a mental note to clean him after they're done, and perhaps find a different spot on the bed to rest for the night. it's certainly big enough. even for a cloud strider, the bed is large enough to allow him to stretch, and change positions. they will be more than comfortable enough tonight.
(perhaps it isn't the time to be thinking about the after, but the after is what saves him from considering the desire pooling between his thighs. from acknowledging how his hips twitch and roll almost on their own, searching for relief. instinctual, human, and certainly not rohan's focus.)
"i can wait," he says, and leaves it at that.
what he wants to say is i am afraid i will break you. or perhaps even i will not stop your pleasure for my own. but there is no time to force those words out, nor the meanings behind them. all he is focused on, in this moment, is osiris. the way he writhes around his fingers, the way he has to force himself to finish even half a thought.
to know that he can strike such a man down with two fingers and his tongue sets his nerves alight. hearing the way osiris babbles his name causes blood to pound beneath dark skin. it is a different sort of pleasure, to see his lover in such a state, and to know that he is the one who took the great osiris there. it does not matter to rohan if he satisfies his needs now, or later when he is alone and showering. none of that matters.
this is the sight that will carry him to completion, either way. he will lie in the dark for nights to come with 'aarush, aarush, aarush' echoing in the back of his mind. he hopes, when the time comes, his name upon those lips is that last thing he hears. it would be a cruelty to depart otherwise.
"come again for me," whispers aarush, "and know that i won't stop until there is little left of you."
it's his request and the rumble of his voice that does osiris in.
who is he to deny him? "yes, aarush, yes." rare obedience, what usually would be met with a biting make me is instead turned into simple adoration. he can't help what aarush does to him β how he draws out his pleasure, how he drinks of him as though a man in the desert. it makes his head spin and his stomach flutter more than it already is.
his third orgasm hits him hard, his head lolling to the side as he grinds his hips down against those wonderful and clever fingers. if he could, he would ride down on them forever. he feels high on how little friction there is now with how he drips around aarush's fingers.
he forgets what he was fretting over so much, caught up in how his body shakes in response to aarush. the pleasant way he fills him. his breath against his thighs. protective. safe. possessive. (known.) he pants, lifting his hand from the sheets, running down his body, ghosting over his dick, feeling the aftershocks of his lover's unrelenting thrusts.
after so long being disposed of it feels good to relearn the pleasures of the body. the carnality of this, especially so. and how lucky is he to receive these simple reminders from such handsome partners? (and though he might scoff at the idea of someone caring for him... there is something so human about wanting to be wanted.)
if aarush admires the way he's debauched the great osiris, then osiris is even more smug about the way he's made the hero rohan desperate for his moans. and maybe he likes that in general. pulling base desires from heroes, and easing their burdens if only for a night.
he doesn't know how many more orgasms he'll be able to take before he becomes oversensitive and exhausted, but he doesn't particularly want or care to stop now. even if he no longer has that endless well of energy. aarush said he would take until there's nothing left to take from him. (who is he to deny him?)
"fuck, aarush."
slowly, rohan removes his hand from osirisβ back.
he lowers the other back onto silken sheets with such care and reverence, as though the man in his arms is something holy. and perhaps he is. not holy in the same way a deity would be, but buried in the sanctified mundane. the soothing chill in neomunaβs winds, the warmth in his chest after sharing a good meal; evidence of the divine scattered in the everyday.
rohan has never been a religious man, but he could find divinity buried between osirisβ legs. the divine, justified in over ninety-thousand nerve endings; in soft moans, whispered gasps; in the warmth and wet so intoxicating rohan himself could lose himself in it. he hooks an arm around osirisβ thigh. calloused fingers and metal augments dig into loose skin as he grips osiris with a sort of possessiveness unbecoming of the cloud strider.
βif youβre sure,β rumbles rohan, against osirisβ thigh. he allows himself the indulgence of a small taste, of a nip of skin. the augments beneath his lip brush across where his teeth scraped. βwho am i to deny you this?β
he pulls his hand back, just enough to allow himself to slip a second finger along with the first. rohan has to turn his head, bury his mouth into soft skin, to muffle the moaned hymn that tears itself from his lips. the sensation, the ghost of a promise it brings, the noises pouring from osirisβ how easily they unravel him. how they take as greedily as he gives.
(and he wants, he wants, he wantsβ)
it is not a moment later that he resumes his previously slowed speed. the biolights along his forearms, his throat, his thighs dance an indiscernible pattern. he rests his cheek against osirisβ thigh. silver eyes comb over osirisβ form as he, too, slowly unravels. the sight is a high unto itself.
he knows, when the night comes where osiris has returned to earth and he is alone, it is this sight he will think about. it is this moment he will replay, again and again, as it fulfills a need in him only osiris could unlock.
the intensity in aarush's eyes captivates him.
the careful way aarush handles him, slowly placing him back on the sheets if only to reposition himself. osiris is enamored by the way he moves. he is enamored by how aarush holds on tight to his thigh, fingers digging divots into his skin. he knows by the end of tonight they'll blossom into bruises and he will be glad of it. there is no coherent thought that comes to mind, only those of aarush.
aarush's biolights. aarush's skin. aarush's teeth. aarush's augments. aarush's beard. aarush's eyes.
aarush aarush aarush.
(he does not recognize how he babbles out loud. so caught in the moment.)
osiris savors the way his name and form takes shape. his eyes chase lines of tight muscles and popping veins and the fat at his core to keep everything safe. a cloud strider may be a marvel but the human body is even more so.
osiris whines at the second intrusion, it's not as much of a burn as he initially thought it would be. from both orgasms to the way aarush so lovingly spread him open, it's but a pleasant stretch. but even he must acknowledge that just two fingers is... well it's a lot. aarush is much much larger than him, and osiris isn't a tall man himself either. which only means they'll have to get creative with it.
he doesn't mind the thought. he likes to believe he's creative.
"yes," he hisses out, pleased by the way his lover speeds the tempo back up to what it was. it occurs to him now as a third orgasm quickly approaches that he hasn't returned in kind and how much he wishes to. but he doesn't know how to put it to words when he's busy being fucked open by two of aarush's fingers.
and oh he seems insistent on preventing him any thought. still he pushes his mind through the haze. stubborn in his own way. searching eyes meet those of silver, a question of his own. yet to be asked and yet to be answered.
"aarush," he starts with a keen, "aarush are you... do you want...?" he asks as though the words were punched out of him. half-formed yet entirely insistent. he hopes his message is clear: he wants aarush's pleasure as much as aarush wants his.
