ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴇ
ᴀᴇʀɪᴏɴ ‘ʙʀɪɢʜᴛꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ’ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ. ꜱᴏ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ꜱᴛɪꜰꜰ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ.
part 2
a/n - i was gonna write a little backstory for this but while i was writing I was really stuck and didn’t know if i should set this in a modern au or the original world so i kinda left it up to your interpretation.
“Was that your first kiss?” A hint of shock in your voice.
He was quiet.
You stared, mouth slightly agape.
Violet eyes that usually glared into yours were darting around the dimly lit room around you, trying to focus on something, look at anything but you.
He looked like a frightened animal.
Shaky breath, stiff posture, clenched fists. He had not expected you to kiss him. He had expected it to be fast, not slow. Cold, not warm. Hard, not soft. Practical. Like it usually was.
Of course you were shocked, how could you not be?
He was no virgin, that was one of the few things you knew about him, so why was he reacting like this?
A soft laugh left you, though it was closer to a sound of shock directed at his current state. This was the same person that people usually held their breath around, anxious that any slight movement would set him off.
His eyes shot to yours, finally looking at you after that sound left your lips.
That laugh.
You had laughed.
At him.
Anger flashed his face, or maybe embarrassment. Both, you thought.
“I will have your tongue for laughing at me.”
He looked humiliated as he spoke.
You grinned.
“You want my tongue as you clearly do not know how to use your own?”
His fists clenched harder until his knuckles turned white.
Who were you to talk to him like that?
“I could have you killed.” He spat.
Usually this would have scared you, usually. Maybe it would have, if his voice didn’t waver as he said it.
Your lips pressed together.
Then your hands raised to cover them slightly.
Another laugh.
His jaw visibly clenched. and he narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t be stupid.”
A small smile reached your lips.
If he was anything, he was prideful, even if he didn’t mean what he was saying he would act as though he did. Anything to protect and uphold his image in the eyes of others.
Slowly, you stepped forward, the gap between you closing, enough so that the small act of breathing made your chests touch.
Silence filled the room as you stood close to him, only briefly touching when he let out those deep breaths laced with anger. Then, your hand reached his face, cupping his cheek, it was warm and slightly rosy. He was flushed. You weren’t sure if it was because he was irked at your words and actions, or if it was because he was unsettled and self conscious at your discovery.
His hand immediately gripped your wrist, harshly, pulling your hand away and you winced at his strength.
“You have no right to touch me, whore.” He gritted out.
You were quiet for a moment and you watched how his eyes scanned over you, eager for you to say something back, your silence clearly unsettling him.
He waited for a clever remark, something that would only fuel his anger.
What he didn’t expect was an offer.
“I shall teach you,” a gentle voice, a kind smile, a contrast to his bruising grip still placed on your wrist.
However your soft words made that grip loosen slightly, allowing your hand to reach his flushed cheek once again. His eyes flickered from yours to your hand on his face then back to you.
“Would you like that?”
You felt his breath hitch slightly, his eyes flashing with surprise, then he spoke, in an attempt to embarrass you instead.
“Ah, so you wish to kiss me that badly, is that it? No surprise really.” Aerion wanted you to get defensive, to flip this on you, but you didn’t react.
“Maybe.”
He stilled for a second at your words.
Then looked away, beginning to find your eyes difficult to look into, the way they did not falter and stared straight back. It was something he was not used to.
“Kissing is completely insignificant, I do not care for it, I never have.” A quieter voice than he had hoped, which made it obvious to you he did not really mean those words.
Maybe before you kissed him he would have meant them, but the feeling of your soft lips on his was something he’d never felt before. Even if it was just for a second. Even if you had only pressed your lips to his so gently it was as if you hadn’t at all. Even if as soon as you had kissed him his entire body froze, and his mind went completely blank, leaving him still, hopeless.
So, you leaned forward, your lips just a whisper away from his. Aerion's grip on your wrist tightened once more however this time it did not pull your hand away, it just held you there. A grip so tight you were sure he’d die right there and then if he let go.
But you leaned forward no more, hovering just out of reach from his gently parted lips, a soft smug smile embracing your own.
“Oh, well that is a shame.” You whispered.
The soft movements of your mouth causing your lips to graze his own. His breath stilled. His fingers twitched against your wrist. His eyes dart from yours to your lips, once, then twice. It was impossible not to notice the way his body leaned in so slightly.
But you refused.
Gentle fingertips grazed down his cheek as you pulled your hand away, taking a short step backwards.
His gaze never left your lips as you moved.
Then they did, and finally looked into your eyes again.
Gods.
His brows furrowed upwards in anticipation. Eyes slightly wider than usual.
He looked needy.
God he looked pathetic.
He did not care to kiss you? As he looked at you like that?
Fists now clenched at his side, jaw tight, those violet eyes full of hunger?
Aerion raised his chin in a desperate attempt to make himself look more intimidating.
“I do not need teaching from the likes of you, especially in something so, so, so pointless.” He stammered and it wasn’t clear if he was trying to convince you or himself.
You hummed.
“Of course not.” You replied, sweetly smiling.
Swallowing nervously, he bit his lip, clearly wanting to take you up on your offer, but his pride wouldn’t let him.
So prideful.
So pitiful.
But he was breaking. Slowly. You could see it. A few more pushes at him and he would crack.
“So if I don't need to teach you, then perhaps… practice?”
Before he could let out any more feeble excuses to protect his ego, you stepped in front of him again, gripping onto his shoulders.
“Hm?” Another sweet smile.
His breathing was heavier now.
So you decided to push his pride again.
Pressing harder onto his shoulders, he was forced to sit down on the edge of the bed. A position he did not like. He was not fond of any position that made him look up to someone like this.
So when you straddled his lap, and pressed a thumb to his lips, he bit down, hard.
A sharp gasp, and you withdrew your hand.
He made no effort to push you off however, and instead he just gripped your hips tightly.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
You batted your eyelashes innocently.
“Practising.” A simple reply.
“This is not-”
Two fingers shoved into his mouth and fuck he shouldn’t of liked it as much as he did. Your other hand that was still rested on his shoulder slowly moved up to the side of his jaw, holding his face. With your fingers in his mouth and your body pressed so close to his, there was no room between you for his pride anymore.
“Relax your mouth, Brightflame.”
He scowled.
Then he relaxed, eyes still narrowed at you.
“Follow my fingers.”
He was still.
Then he did.
“Softly.”
Then he was.
For a moment you just sat there, guiding his tongue, controlling his movements, softening his eyes, hardening his cock.
His hands on your waist squeezed, so your hand on his shoulder squeezed back. Actions that were almost sweet.
Then you rolled your hips, and he couldn’t help but groan around your fingers, his tongue stilling for a second as his eyes fluttered close.
“Tsk, I told you to relax, Aerion.”
Your fingers retreated from his wet mouth with a pop, and he noticed how empty his mouth now felt.
He noticed how he hated it.
He hated how he was sucking on your fingers like some newborn.
He hated how he liked it.
“You cannot tell me what to do.” He breathed out, closer to a plea than a command.
His bright eyes then turned into ones of confusion as you reached both hands to cup his face.
You leaned in.
Once again, you stopped just before his lips. And despite his harsh words he wanted you to close the gap between you. He was getting impatient, which was made known to the both of you when a small whimper escaped his throat at the lack of contact.
You smiled at that.
Before he could say a word you tugged his hair slightly.
“Slowly.”
He pressed his forehead to yours.
“Yes.” He managed to choke out.
“And gentle.”
A frantic nod, and you smiled wide at his growing impatience.
Aerion Brightflame would kill anyone who saw him right now.
Eyebrows upturned with glossy needy eyes, staring up at you, unsteady breathing that sounds closer to whining.
Then finally, after rubbing your thumbs softly for a moment against his cheeks, you leaned in. Your soft lips pressed against his own in a simple peck and yet his body felt impossibly hot. Hotter than it had ever been.
Pulling back slowly and resting your forehead on his, his needy eyes were met with a desperate pair of your own. It started off as teasing, but as his hands gripped harder on your hips and yours gripped tighter on his shoulders, gripping his shirt, you realised you might have enjoyed that soft kiss more than you thought you would’ve.
So you leaned in again, this time firmer, less restrained, beginning a steady rhythm of rolling your hips against his cock. Perhaps that was the reason why he was more relaxed now, his tongue flowing more freely, moving less stiffly than before.
Touches became more frantic.
Arms wrapped around waists and necks.
Hands sliding down chests and thighs.
Fingers intertwined in hair and clothes.
Hips pressed impossibly close.
Tearing away from the heated kiss, you whispered against his lips,
“Good, you’re doing good.”
He breathed heavily out of slightly swollen lips.
You giggled.
“But don’t forget to breathe through your nose, Aerion.”
He glared, but there was a slight smile on his lips, and before he leaned in again, your hands gripped the back of his own, guiding them.
You moved one hand to wrap around your throat, then the other to wrap around your waist, his arm fitting perfectly around you.
“Here”, you breathed, “I like it here.”
Squeezing his hands in a signal for him to grip harder, something flashed in his eyes, so he did. He gripped your throat tight. Tight enough your eyes began to flutter, as he kissed you again.
It felt good.
So good you bit down hard on his lip instinctively trying to deepen the kiss, if that was even possible. Then it was warm, warmer than before as you felt something trickle down your chin.
Blood.
“Shit, sorr-”
His arm on your waist pulled you closer as his lips found yours once more. You expected him to lash out, get angry, call you even more names, but he didn’t.
Instead of hearing foul names come from his throat, you heard the sound of soft swallowing. The sound of him swallowing blood and spit as he continued to kiss you.
It was warm.
And wet.
And good.
He began to feel your throat bobbing softly under his grip as you began to swallow some of the metallic liquid as well. He wanted to lick and bite and kiss your neck. To leave a mark on the soft skin of your throat as you left one on his lips.
So he did.
Well, tried.
He pulled his hand away from your throat to place it alongside his other one, around your waist, then his mouth was on you.
It was all teeth really, then harsh sucking, a laughable attempt.
Another giggle.
“Never left a hickey either?”
He glared up at you and you couldn’t help but smile at him.
His narrow eyes displayed an expression of anger, but also one of curiosity, desperation, a look so eager you simply could not deny him.
So, you took your hands from his shoulders and brought them to the hand newly wrapped around you, gripping his wrist softly, bringing it to your mouth. He just watched you, waiting.
A soft kiss.
The simplest thing.
Gentle, warm.
And unbearable.
Abruptly, he stood up from the bed, holding you firmly against him and before you could realise what he was doing, your back was flush against the sheets, Aerion looming over you. Hands on either side of your head, hips between your thighs, which were spread embarrassingly wide around him.
“You said you would teach me.”
“I did.”
He stared down at you, searching your eyes. You brought a hand up to his wrist and rubbed your thumb against it slowly.
“I am.” A whisper.
He grunted in response.
“Hurry.”
“You shouldn’t rush your lessons, Aerion.”
A sound you could only describe as a whimper left his throat as he moved one hand to your lips.
“Show me.” A deeper voice now.
So you held his hand again and took the soft flesh of his wrist into your mouth, and you kissed him, then licked, then sucked, then a soft bite. A bloom of pink and red and darker reds bloomed against the pale skin. His cheeks resembled the same pink.
He was flushed.
And hot.
And hard.
And yet all you had done was kiss each other.
Clothes were still on. Buttons still undone.
And yet here he was.
Trembling above you as he watched your lips move against him. His wrist was tingling where you had kissed him, unbearably so.
He kissed you again roughly, earning a gasp from you, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. In return he pressed his hips to yours grinding softly through your clothes, your legs instinctively tangling around his hips.
This was new to him.
Sex had never been this warm and soft before. Nor did it take this long to actually start fucking.
But he did not seem to mind.
He kissed down the line of your jaw, then he reached the warm flesh of your throat, placing firmer kisses, then he licked, then sucked, then a bite. It was aggressive, but not like before with deep teeth marks and nothing more. It was more tongue. More kisses. Sweeter even.
As soft gasps and moans began to fill the air, he continued to kiss your neck and grind his hips.
“Like that.” A breathy plea.
“Just like that Aerion.”
Your encouragement hit him harder than he would’ve liked.
Aerion lifted his head slightly to look down at you, red and purple marks decorated your neck, accented with faint teeth marks.
The sight of it made him dizzy.
He pressed his lips together, a shaky exhale through his nose.
And of course you had to look up at him with those glossy eyes, shaking and flushed in your cheeks.
“Don’t,” you whined, “Why are you stopping?”
He leaned down instantly, planting a needy kiss on your lips, only pulling away after a moment to whisper against your lips.
“Teach me more.”
a/n - I was thinking of making a part 2 for this cus I really enjoyed writing it but I’ve never written smut before so it might take me a while if I do🙏
hope you enjoyed!
part 2 here
