#midnightfiireworks

[noequals]

@midnightfiireworks said

❛  i want you in my mouth.  ❜ // rohan i don't even have to say this <3

osiris has always known he's had something of a fixation on powerful men who could break him just as easily as they lift him. he has also known he's had something for said powerful men between his thighs. really he should have expected this: large and calloused hands along the warm and wrinkled plains of his chest. craving intimacy and touch: an act of vulnerability.

to set aside armor so carefully constructed.

rohan's touch is inexperienced, curious, and osiris revels in his exploration. he knows how he must look like this — normally so composed and cloistered, now exposed, vocally encouraging the cloud strider's ministrations with gasps and silent pleas.

he looks up at rohan from where he lays on his back in a bed far too big for him alone. he lets out a hum, as if amused by the request, " very well. "

osiris allows him to maneuver between his legs, wrapping his thighs around his head, ankles crossing at the back of his neck as his hips are lifted up a bit more for comfort.

he feels his heart in his throat at the sight, a heat roiling in his gut at the brush of rough bristles against his inner thigh. he lets out a breath, shaky and careful. he pauses for a moment, hands curling into fists around the silken sheets beneath him.

" go on then, aarush. "

[noequals]

@explosivehead & @midnightfiireworks

[ HIPS ]:  sender  pulls  receiver  in  closer  by  the  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.

right now, however, he is in a partial state of undress. his armor removed, most of his many layers lay scattered on the ground with his scarf hanging loosely around his neck. he can't help the way he shivers at saint's whispered promise and the way aarush's eyes rake down his body. he is bare between them, shorn of the layers he hides behind, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

the familiarity of saint's hands on his hips does little to calm him, only exciting him further for what's to come. "oh," he finds himself saying, rather lamely, followed by a shy laugh.

he's quick to follow up, more self assured. "i doubt i will be any other way if i am to be handled by the both of you." there is an eagerness in his voice that he so rarely allows himself.

[midnightthvnder]

❛  make me forget everything except your name.  ❜ // venus for miilak <3 @midnightfiireworks

a purr rumbles through the kell as he cups her chin in his large fingers, tipping it upwards so his mandibles can reach her neck. the love bites he leaves her are soft, reverent. he holds a goddess in his hands, after all -- she is owed his devotion.

"oh, my dear, i live to please."

he holds her straddled in his lap, one lower hand supporting her waist and holding her up. when miilak thrusts upwards, he pulls venus roughly down on to his cock, and those love bites turn hard, properly marking her -- not just goddess, but kellmate. she may be deified, but she is still his.

"but you don't get to make the demands here, now, do you?" he growls.

[midnightthvnder]

❛  you want me to do what?  ❜ // bran for miilak or iiksiiks you can decide <3 - @midnightfiireworks

“get on your knees.”

the captain’s words are stern. a little game, for her – a little bit of pressure, a small correction. despite his tone, when iiksiiks’s hand comes up to cup bran’s cheek, the touch is as gentle as a whisper, clawed fingers tracing along her jaw. he would never hurt her; she knows this, or she should. this touch is a reminder of that promise.

iiksiiks’s fingers slide down to hold bran by the chin. his thumb finds her lips, parts them, slips into her warm mouth without waiting for permission. his other hand reaches down to grasp one of his cocks, pump it once, twice.

“your lips are too pretty to not be put to good use.”

[midnightthvnder]

❛  you're mine to do as i please.  ❜ // kronak @ ashe - @midnightfiireworks

the warlock beneath it cannot help but shudder, golden eyes locked on the gnarled, chitinous hand holding her in place. though his robes are still between them, ashe knows those are a flimsy barrier at best, knows exactly what’s coming next. he gives a futile little wiggle, squeaking as she does.

(beneath those robes, ashe is already wet with slick, warmth pooling in her groin as his solar light pulses expectantly.)

“i-it does seem that that’s the case,” she manages to stutter, finally bringing himself to look up at the hive knight. “though i’m– i have to say, i am curious a-about your interest. normally, my subjects of study aren’t so…” his eyes drag downwards, between its legs, before flicking back up. “...eager.”

[noequals]

@midnightfiireworks said

❛  all i could think about today was you.  ❜ // rohan <3

osiris stares up with a twinkle in his eye and a challenge on his face. he'd be the first to admit to himself how attractive the cloud strider is, but here and now as he stands over him. osiris chuckles low as insistent and dangerous hands guide him somewhere private and secure.

he pulls his scarf down from over his nose, a cheeky grin on his face. (certainly a rare sight to be had.) " i see my gift found you. "

the gift in question, of course, an erotic poem written with tender care just for him. it shouldn't delight him so but the thought of rohan reading it while busy at work makes osiris's stomach flip.

" now... are you all bark with no bite? "