hey can i get some uhhhh hades rei railing persephone asra thanks
if y'all thought you’d seen the last of this then you’re wrong
it’s (technically) spring y'all so here’s some more asra x rei hades/persephone au
warning: lemon!!! lemon lemon lemon this is pure 🍋 unadulterated 🍋 LEMONS 🍋🍋🍋 there’s no plot this is just subby asra taking the strap u have been warned!!!!!
“Did you miss me, my love?” she asks him, the iridescent blue-black silk of her robe swishing behind her as she pads around her room. Her black hair has been let down from its elaborate coif, the ends of it swaying against her waist.
She glances back at the bed where he waits, obedient, his impatience only apparent in the way he digs his fingers into his thighs. She catches his gaze and smiles, keeping eye contact as she opens her dresser drawer and slowly takes out her leather harness.
He gasps, then bites his lip, a flush like roses creeping down his neck, spreading across his chest, made visible by the rumpled state of his chiton, already falling off his shoulder.
He lowers his eyes, the gilt on his lids flashing golden in the dim underworld light.
“Always,” he breathes, thumbs digging into his inner thighs, slick from the oil she’d used to stretch him open for her earlier. And then he looks up at her through his lashes, a slanted, cheeky grin on his rose-petal mouth, and adds, “Spring was made for missing you, I think.”
She smiles, eyes going lidded, and slowly, exaggeratedly slowly, steps into the harness, fitting it snugly around her hips before securing the phallus in place. Asra watches her, squirming minutely all the while, eyes shifting from lavenders-in-the-morning to orchids-at-midnight.
She walks over to the bed, shedding her robe along the way, leaving her naked but for the harness, the false cock shining with oil even in the dark. She plants one knee on the mattress and reaches out to tip his face up by the chin, leaning close until their noses just barely brush together.
“As the autumn was made for loving you, then,” she whispers, and watches, satisfied, as his pupils grow to swallow the purple of his irises. She slides her hands beneath the hem of his chiton, bringing fabric up, up, fingernails dragging lightly along the dips and ridges of his torso. She pulls it over his head and tosses it to the floor, gripping him gently once more by the chin to give him a quick, honey-sweet kiss.
And when she pulls away, still close enough that her lips brush his, she murmurs, “Hands and knees, love.”
(Whoever says Spring is lazy and slow to arrive has clearly never seen him move when she’s about to fuck him.)
He scrambles to his knees atop her sheets, coming to rest with his head pillowed on his arms, looking over his shoulder at her with half-lidded eyes. His back bows in a sinful arc as he keeps his hips raised, ready, waiting. Eager.
She runs an appreciative hand over the slope of his ass, trailing it up his waist, his back, smiling when his body curves to follow the warmth of her touch. He shivers in anticipation when she reaches the base of his neck, his breath hitching when she slides her fingers into his hair and tugs, sharp then quickly gentling as she gathers a fistful of his curls.
“Rei,” he needles, squirming beneath her, grinding back against the false cock between her legs.
“Hm?” She takes the phallus in her free hand, rubbing just the tip against his entrance, still not pressing in, smirking when he whines in protest.
“Rei, please.” He leans his head back against the hand still curled into his hair, trying to encourage her. “Fuck me already.”
“Mm, I’ve changed my mind,” she says, releasing his hair to run a finger down his spine, and laughs when he whines again, louder and higher-pitched and twice as desperate as before. She splays her hand out on his back, between the jut of his shoulder blades. “Relax, Asra. I only meant I’d rather have you on your back. I want to see your face while I fuck you.”
He rolls over so quickly it makes her laugh again, her hand never leaving his skin as he turns to face her, settling back against the mattress with his legs spread, his hands finding her hips, tugging her impatiently closer. She obliges him, crawling forward to hover over him, pushing back his sweaty curls from his forehead before she leans down and kisses him, coaxing his lips to part with exploring tongue and nipping teeth. He pulls her down to settle her weight atop him, moaning hungrily against her mouth, running his sun-warm hands down her sides to cup her ass, bringing their hips flush together. Everywhere he touches, heat blooms like wildflowers beneath her skin, his fingers dragging a flush down her body, making a garden of reddening desire flourish with each pass of his hands.
She gasps, pulling away when he begins to trace lines down her inner thighs, and presses a finger to his lips when he leans up to chase her mouth. He kisses her finger with a petulant pout, and she laughs, pushing down on his shoulders to settle him back against the sheets.
“Ready?” she asks, aligning the false cock to his entrance, watching his eyes darken, his need so thoroughly stoked building up into violet wildfire behind his lashes. “Or do I need to stretch you open some more?”
His hands flex almost painfully tight around her waist, before relaxing, tracing restless circles on her hipbones with his thumbs.
“I’m ready,” he insists, rolling his hips, trying to take the phallus into himself. The head of it just about slides in, but she pulls back, and away, watching him bite his lip against a frustrated whimper. “I’ve been ready forever, Rei, please—ah—!”
He cries out so beautifully when she presses in, just a little, at first, and then slowly more and more, thrusting lightly into him until he groans, snapping his hips up so he can take the false cock to the hilt, shuddering around the slick, hard length of it.
It does not take much to wreck him, like this. She’d already denied him release twice tonight—once when she’d stroked him to hardness, sucking rose-marks onto the skin of his neck as she’d pressed him up against her bedroom door; another when she’d lain him down on her silk sheets and stretched him open for her, working one, two, three fingers into his ass until he was clenching around her digits, incoherently babbling her name and please and finally close, close!, making him keen when she’d pulled her hand away. And so it does not take much to build him back up to the same peak, but oh, does he look breathtaking as she does.
Color begins high on his cheekbones and bleeds all the way down his neck to his chest, the prettiest red she’s ever seen. He is the brightest thing here in the dreary underworld gloom, and he is here, in her bed, scattering crimson petals across her sheets as his control frays, spilling sighs and moans into the empty room for her ears and hers alone.
His cock is dripping, leaking precome down its length, and for a moment she imagines how good it would feel to have him inside her, making her feel so deliciously full; to have him thrusting into her, pleasuring her and taking his own in the act.
But—later. He is writhing so beautifully beneath her, head thrown back, mouth hanging open as his breaths come in short, sharp hahs.
“Are you close?” she croons, hitching one of his legs onto her shoulder, grinning it makes his fingers scrabble in the sheets, a high, broken moan leaving his mouth as the new angle pushes the phallus against the spot inside him that makes him go wild. “Do you want to come, Asra?”
His yes comes in a strangled groan, eyes squeezed shut as he chases and chases release, and begs, “Please, please please please, Rei, let me come, please, I’m so close, please—!”
(Beautiful. Beautiful. Who knew she could make something bloom so beautifully under her baleful hands?)
“Then come,” she says, wrapping her fingers around his cock, swirling his precome around the head and slicking it down the sensitive length. He moans, bucking into her fist even as he struggles to continue meeting every thrust of the phallus in his ass. “Be good and come for me, my love. I want to see.”
And Asra—beautiful, beloved Asra—obeys, spilling into her hand as he comes undone choking on her name. She fucks and strokes him through it, not stopping until he slumps back utterly spent onto the mattress, unable to even speak for how ragged his breathing comes.
He’s still trembling from the aftershocks when she pulls her hand away, still trembling when she pulls out of him and fetches a clean cloth to wipe his spend streaking stark white across the golden brown of his stomach. Then she steps out of the harness, gives the phallus a perfunctory cleanup before setting it aside to worry about later.
She returns to him on the bed, where he’s just about caught his breath, and he smiles up at her, all blissed out, reaching up to run his knuckles along her outer thigh. She grins, and moves to straddle his head, grinning wider when he swallows audibly, his hands moving to clutch her hips.
“You’ve been so very good for me, my love,” she croons, threading the fingers of both hands through his curls, pushing his hair away from his face. “But you can be even better, can’t you?”
And Asra—beautiful, beloved Asra, his rose-petal mouth shaping itself into the wicked curve of the harvest scythe—pulls her closer still and obeys, coaxing her to bloom for him beneath his sun-warm hands.
