Kinktober (lets pretend it’s) Day 15 - Intercrural Sex
@thesatyrsorcerer asked: Can I have some sweet cuddle-fucking with muriel? With a transman character
Perhaps you should have seen this coming. Cuddling naked with Muriel rarely stays as such for long. And it didn’t help to have Muriel’s muscular chest swelling against your back every time he breathes in, hot breath tickling your ear as he breathes out. Nor did it help to have your bare legs rubbing against him as you shift in his embrace. Or the way you could feel his suddenly very awake cock between your cheeks. He scoots back, breath hitching, hoping you won’t notice.
Oh but you do. You do and a little smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you see Muriel advert his gaze when you turn your head to look at him.
“Something wrong?” You ask, hand reaching for his chin to connect your gazes once more. “You know I don’t mind it.”
When you draw back into him, strong hands seem guide your hips, instinctively. You feel his heart race in his chest as your free hand reaches between your thighs to grab his cock, inviting him, welcoming him.
His breath catches in his throat. “Are you sure?”
You hope the way you tease the head of his cock is enough of a reply, but if it isn’t, the way you lean into him, hungrily sealing your lips with his, seems to do the trick. Calloused hands hold you in place as he begins to move, slowly at first, almost hesitant. You deepen the kiss to reassure him.
It doesn’t take long for your thighs to become slick with precum, allowing him to slide in and out with ease, slowly increasing the pace at which he rolls his hips. A low grunt vibrates within his chest when you part your lips, tongue searching for his.
You can’t be sure if it’s the new position or if you’d just been teasing him for that long, but something definitely had Muriel more… eager, excited. His heart drums in his heaving chest, and you can already feel bruises on your skin from where his fingers dig into your hips whenever your thighs clench around him. You stifle a gasp as the head of his cock parts your folds, the sensation it elicits making your toes curl.
He parts the kiss then, flushed and out of breath. Neither of you have enough restraint to draw this out longer.
His hand squeezes your butt as you grind against him, a silent invitation to go a bit faster. He won’t last much longer, you can feel it in the way he twitches under your touch, the way his chest rises and falls erratically as you ride the tip of his cock, the very way he holds you as he brings his teeth to your shoulder.
With a spasm, he cums all over your stomach, a breathless moan getting lost in the walls of his hut.
You plan to give him time to recover, your fingers lightly scratching at his stubble as you whisper about how well he did. But his hands are turning you around, propping you up on his leg like he’s offering it to you. He says nothing, hoping you take the hint.
And you do, you do and you dip down to claim his lips once more, your hips rolling into him.
