#reidingafterdark

[reidingafterdark]

S.R. MDNI +18

"No! No, please, ple-hngh!" Spencers please are silenced when you bring the lube soaked gauze back around the head of his cock. You've edged him at least four times already, breaking past his prior record of two. The tip is red, angry, leaking. Spencer is sensitive as it is, but from the first drag of the gauze, his whole body contorted, eyes going wide as he looked at you, utter confusion, amazement and a little terror in his features. Theoretically, he thought hed know what it would feel like, but nothing could have prepared him for this. You grip the head of his cock firmly, your other hand coming down to massage at his balls gently, causing him to arch his back as an involuntary sigh escapes his lips. You've gotten him beyond sensitive, where every erogenous zone on his body is lit up, reactive at the slightest contact. His chest is still heaving, and you decide to give him a little break before you work him up to the edge again. You remove the gauze, causing a whimper to rip through him. You wipe your hands on the nearby towel before leaning down against him. You'd been perched between his thighs, keeping his legs open with your knees. He lets out a sound at the feel of his cock being trapped between your bodies, and you reach up to push his sweat damp curls out of his forehead as you latch your lips onto his nipple. His chest pushes up, and you carefully and affectionately trace the hardening bud with the tip of your tongue. He attempts to look down at you, but his eyes roll back when you suck, letting your teeth brush delicately prod at the bud. You feel his cock twitch against your skin. " 'm gonna cum." He murmurs, letting out a harsh breath as you suck hard enough for the bud to follow you as you pull back, letting it out of your mouth with a pop. "Who gave you permission?" You ask, gently moving your body to stimulate the pleasure. "Wan' you. Please, my face-" he begs, your hand reaching for the gauze again as you drag yourself upward. "What was that?" You ask, cruel as you round the head of his cock with no warning, the gauze ripping a strangled sound out of him. His eyes open suddenly and meet yours, and you already know. "Okay, okay. No more gauze. You've been very, very good. Ask for what you want and you just might get it, pretty boy." He breathes a sigh of relief, hips pushing upward into your hand now that the gauze has been removed. "Want you," he repeats, "please. Dont wanna cum without you here." You smile "You're such a good boy." You praise, moving yourself up the bed, removing your underwear. You straddle his chest, leaning down so you can lick a stripe up his cock while you push yourself into his mouth. His tongue laps at you desperately, his body shaking with the effort as his cock begins to pulse violently, and it only takes one stroke as you place him against your tongue for him to start cumming. You moan against him dramatically, stroking him gently through it as you rub the head against your tongue. By the time he finally comes down from his high, you look back to see the tears in his eyes, you feel the whine he lets out when you lift yourself off his face, and his neck raises to follow. When youre next to him, his pupils are blown out, mouth wet. You kiss his forehead, his cheek, his nose, and he lets you. He lets you because his whole body is buzzing with the leftover hums of pleasure, resonating throughout his cock, his abdomen, his stomach, his chest.

[reidingafterdark]

S.R. MDNI +18

"pretty boy," you softly murmur into spencer's ear, your hand sliding along his length at an agonizing pace. theres not a single thought in his head as you pump him, pressing kisses into his neck and jaw that only make the hot length of him twitch into your hand as it twists around the head. his hips jump, push upwards into your fist. one of your legs rests just over his, the wet patch on your underwear growing as you rock against his side every now and again. the soft breaths, gasps, gentle moans that spill from his mouth are music to your ears. hes so pretty like this, when he lets go completely, and lets you see every reaction, hear every noise. you nip at a sensitive part of his jaw, just as the movement of your hand comes to a stop around the head of his cock. he whines, but tries not to move as you feel the pulsing against your fingers. you know hes ready, and so you give him what he wants, giving a little extra attention to the head before pumping your fist down his length, and it takes no time for him to choke out a delicious sound, just before his cock pulses even harder, covering his own chest and your hand in his cum. your name spills from his lips as his hands reach for you, unable to even grip as hes held at the mercy of his orgasm taking over his body. you suck a gentle mark into his neck, and as you work him through his orgasm, he grunts, pulling your face up as he kisses you, still groaning as you work him past his pleasure and into something more twisted and delicious.

[reidingafterdark]

S.R. MDNI +18

Spencer squirms underneath you, hips pressing upward in a desperate attempt to get some friction against the aching head of his hard cock. He's fully clothed, tie discarded somewhere in favor of undoing a few buttons. You're straddling him, hips moving just enough to make him want more, but not enough to give him any real pleasure. You reapply your lipstick, leaning down slow, lips hovering as you find the perfect spot to press another mark. This is all you've been doing for half an hour, and he's absolutely wrecked. His chest rises and falls rapidly, a needy whimper escaping his lips as he writhes, waiting for you to finally pick a spot. He's already close, just from you marking him as yours. If you rocked a little harder, a few hard, long thrusts, he'd spill in his pants. You press a kiss to a sensitive spot on his neck, rotate your hips once and he's begging, warning you in a broken tone that he will cum if you do it again. You chuckle and it goes right to his cock, twitching painfully where it's pressed against the heat between your legs. "Don't you wanna see yourself? So pretty, all mine." he lets out a broken whimper, whole body shaking lightly with the effort of holding back. "You wanna cum so bad, pretty boy?" he nods rapidly, "yes, yes please-" you lean down, nipping at his jaw. "Give it to me." and just like that, his hips shift upward, body seizing as his orgasm rips through him, grinding your hips into his to help him ride it out.

[reidingafterdark]

S.R. MDNI +18

From the moment you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, he knew he wouldn't last long. He could have cum with just the visual of you undoing his belt, pulling the zipper down with your teeth. Never in his entire life has be paid closer attention to the details of your hands, fingers gently pulling him out of his boxers, your lips, tongue... your tongue, the tip of which is currently sliding just under the head of his cock, skillfully stimulating all the nerve endings on the underside of his length, spots that pulse pleasure through him that he didn't know was even possible. The quiet moans spilling from his lips, muffled by his own fist, are music to your ears. You'd want him to be louder, if only the others wouldn't hear on the other sides of the walls. Your nails dig into his hips where they're slipped into his waistband, and the feeling makes his back arch. He sacrifices some of the stimulation in favor of lacing his fingers through yours, his impending orgasm causing him to need the grounding. His eyes roll back as he approaches the edge, and the feeling of his cock twitching inside your mouth as you take in every drop of cum that pulses out of him is astronomical. It rolls through his body, licking through him, vibrating hot. You continue your ministrations until he's to the precipice of overstimulation, hips twitching with each pass of your lips, your tongue, cleaning him up. "L-let me help," he offers, wanting to be useful despite how limbless he feels. You chuckle, mouth closed, slowly crawling your way up until youre hovering above him. You smile, something devious and all beautiful. You tap his chin, and he raises it, expecting, maybe, a kiss. He parts his lips and you grip his chin before spitting his cum back into his own mouth, an action that has his eyes widening, cheeks burning red, and cock twitching again unexpectedly. You smile, laugh, and press your lips to his. The makeout is hotter, sticker than hes ever experienced and he doesnt have time to think about hygiene when all he wants is to be inside, inside, inside you.

[reidingafterdark]

S.R. MDNI +18

Spencers pain tolerance is very high, actually. With everything he's been through, he has developed a thick skin. But here, laying in your lap, arms wrapped around your midriff, he cries softly, sound muffled where he buries his mouth against your shorts. You hush him, soothing a hand through his curls as you pour a little more of the hot body-safe wax along his spine. Every time it hits, he inhales, and you feel him stiffen before he eases, breathing in heavily. You scratch gently against the base of his skull, murmuring a soft "So good for me. My good boy." Letting him breathe for a moment as you let more wax pool under the flame. "Big breath," you comment softly, and he inhales, fist already tightening its grip against your shirt when you pour a bigger amount on his skin, and he lets out a choked off moan, partially a grunt, partially pleasure, but all release. There was something special about letting him turn his brain off, rewiring it to trust the safety of activities like these with you, relearning this little pain as something that could be therapeutic. You let him settle, and after some time he sniffles, raising himself ever so slightly, eyes glittering as he quietly asks for water. You bring the straw to his lips and he thanks you. "Enough?" You ask, pushing his curls back. He nods. You kiss his nose. Wipe away the tears streaks, kissing his cheek, then his forehead as you help ease him back down, beginning the ritual of removing all the wax, and massaging a soothing lotion into his skin. Later in the night, when youre moving in tandem, when he's repeating your name like a prayer, begging you to cum at the same time as him, you know you've made him feel safe, made him feel loved. You look into his eyes that night as you share your high, and Spencer knows that this high is the one he wants to chase for the rest of his life.

[reidingafterdark]

S.R. MDNI +18

"God," you softly moan, digging your nails into Spencer's wrist. It's early, maybe 4 am. You'd been awoken by soft whimpers, the feeling of circular grinding into your ass. He was spooning you, arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you taught against him as he ground his hips against you. It eventually progressed, slipping off his boxers, just to slide his aching cock between your thighs. Feeling how desperate he was made heat pool in the bottom of your tummy. You squeezed your thighs together, and his hips stuttered, a soft "Oh god, oh-" escaping his lips. He unwraps his arm from your waist, fingers digging into your hips. "Did that feel good?" You tease softly. He whimpers, breathing out a quiet, broken "Y-Yes-" into your hair. You repeat the motion again and his pace quickens, his teeth sinking into your shoulder like it's the only thing keeping him grounded. Soft, desperate cries spill from his lips until his pace falters. His hips stutter, quick, sloppy, until you feel the hot cum spilling down your thighs, onto the bedsheet. Your name escapes his lips like a prayer, his panting breath tickling your neck. His hips move slowly, a few more times to ring out the final waves of his high. When he's finally finished, you lift the sheets, looking down at the mess. You hum quietly, scooping some of it up with your finger, turning onto your back and making eye contact as you clean it off between your lips. He pulls your wrist down, urgently pressing his lips to yours, his tongue pushing plush, wet and warm into your hot mouth. He then moves down, trailing kisses along your body until he's laying between your legs. "What's this?" You ask, pushing his curls back. "Wanna clean you up." He says softly, pressing a kiss to your thigh. Who are you to say no when he looks so spent and sweet?

[reidingafterdark]

S.R. MDNI +18

"You're still tense." You comment softly to spencer, who is laying on his back in front of you. "Sorry." he murmurs, hands fidgeting. You chuckle softly, and he let's his eyes flicker to your lips. You tilt your head a little to the side. "Lets begin, hm?" He swallows, adams apple bobbing as he does. His nervousness is making your heart do flips. "Here, this should help." You say as you lean down over him, cupping his cheek as you bring your lips closer to his. You feel him tilt his head up, his body showing off his desire before his brain can catch up. You smirk, but then press your mouth to his, open and hot. A few minutes of kissing does wonders to his nerves, his body now tilting slightly towards you. Every time you slightly back up, he chases, lost in the feeling, desperate to be with you. His hand on your thigh grips tighter as you trail a hand down his chest, slipping your hand into his shirt to let your thumb brush past his nipple. You're surprised when your hand brushes over his pants, only to find him rock hard.

A few minutes of kissing and you can guarantee if you peeled away the dress pants, youd find a wet patch well established in his underwear. You break away from the kiss to trail your lips down his jaw, nipping until you find a spot that makes his breath catch in his throat. You use that as an opportunity to suck gently, while flattening your palm against the bulge in his pants. "Dont," he murmurs out quietly. "Hm?" You ask, raising your head to check on him. You kiss his chin, his jaw, his cheek, his nose. "Don't do what? This?" You ask, pushing your palm against him again, fingers slightly wrapping around the outline of his cock. His whole body shudders, " 'm gonna cum if you do that." his voice is breathy, desperate and somehow a little pathetic. You smile. "don't you want to cum?" "Yes, but-" "then cum. let me see what you look like," you begin adding more pressure as you work him up and down through his dress pants. "what you sound like," you lick a gentle stripe along his jaw. "wanna feel it pulsing against my hand," his body trembles, "wanna taste it," and just like that, he let's out a huge breath, like he'd been holding it in the whole time, his body tenses and you feel his hips push up into your hand as he gasps and whimpers, hands reaching for anything they can grab as his orgasm hits him, a wet patch soaking its way through his pants as his cock twitches beneath your hand. "Good boy," you murmur gently into his ear, and he whimpers again, cock twitching at the praise. When he finally comes down from it, you're pleasantly surprised that his cock is still somewhat hard. "Let's clean you up, pretty boy." You kiss his cheek before shifting onto your knees between his legs, fingers working deftly against the button, tongue ready to lap him up. He thinks, if it were possible, the image of you there would rip a second orgasm from him.

[reidingafterdark]

S.R. MDNI +18 munch!spence as demanded! switch!spence leaning dom here, but sub!spencer is right around the corner <3 gn

It happened before you could blink. First Spencer walked through the door after a long case, dropped his bags on the ground and only turned to shut and lock the door before he was gripping you, walking you backwards until you were in the bedroom, back landing against the mattress. "Spence-" you gasp, watching him as he begins un buttoning your pants, yanking them down your legs with a soft "Fuck," under his breath. He pushes your legs open, hooks his hands under your thighs and yanks you towards him at the edge of the bed. He keeps your legs spread, nose brushing against your soaked underwear as he inhales deeply, fingers digging into your flesh. "Fuck," he lets out shakily, pressing his nose a little closer to your core, inhaling again. "Missed this scent," he murmurs, mouth hot against your inner thigh. You're writhing already, but he wastes no time, freeing you from your underwear in favor of replacing it with his tongue, licking a fat stripe up your folds, groaning as his lips wrap around your clit, sucking lightly. He flattens his tongue out, swirling it around the sensitive bud until your hips are pushing up, moans spilling from your lips. He pins down your waist with his forearm, sucking harsher against the bundle of nerves. Your hand flies down to his curls, gripping them as your back arches, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. "Taste so good," he murmurs, taking a moment to breathe before he dives back in, drawing a pattern against your clit with his tongue that quickly has pressure building up inside of you. His mouth is hot, wet and perfect against your most sensitive spots. The pleasure is building quickly, and you attempt to slightly squirm away, worried as you feel that familiar pee-urge that indicates you're about to squirt. "Spence-" He growls. Actually growls, fingers digging into your skin as he yanks you closer, your legs going over his shoulders as his arms wrap around your thighs. "Give it to me," he commands, licking upward before sucking again. There's no chance of holding it back this time, and you feel liquid pulse out of your already dripping wet heat. Spencer doesn't waste a drop, desperately catching every last drop on his tongue, not easing up even after you've cum. His mouth stays hot on you. As you come down from your high, his whimpers suddenly pick up, and his body shudders as he starts begging into your cunt. It's not until he finally exhales, head falling against your thigh that you realize what's happened. "Did you just cum?" He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling his cock twitch. "Yes," he pants. "Fuck," you throw your head back. "That's so hot." He chuckles softly against your thigh, giving it a kiss before hauling himself up beside you.