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hauntedbysmut · 6 days ago

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Pierced

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Tags: teasing, premature ejaculation, cunnilingus, tongue piercing, jacob's ladder piercing, switch! Rafayel, marking, lipstick prints, vaginal sex

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/67300603

Weeks. The exact amount, you couldn’t even remember anymore, but all leading to this. This night. This experience.

You sat across from him at the restaurant, legs twitching beneath your skirt, the anticipation practically crawling beneath your skin like an eel, sliding against your bones. Rafayel smiled at your obvious impatience, a teasing glint in his bright sunset eyes.

“Feeling okay, cutie?” His mouth quirked up in a smirk, tracking your every movement. “You look hungry.”

You bit your lip, eyes narrowing over the top of the menu as you leaned forward, mouth opening to snap out a snarky retort when the waiter appeared at your table, a bottle of champagne and two glasses in hand. Clicking your teeth together and sitting back in your chair, you kept your eyes locked on his amused ones.

As the waiter popped the bottle and poured for you both, the tension between you and Rafayel continued to mount.

“Anything else I can get the two of you at the moment?” The waiter glanced between you, neither of you looking up at him. “Are you ready to order?”

With a quick wink at you, Rafayel looked up at the waiter and ordered for you both. As he spoke, you tracked the movement of his lips, your fingers lightly tracing your own as you watched his roll and press together.

When the waiter thanked him and left, he looked back at you. Seemingly unaffected by your glare, he lifted the glass of champagne in front of him, clinked it against yours, and took a long sip.

“Relaaaaax. We’re going to have a nice dinner, and then we’ll go home and you’ll be free,” he drawled, lightly swirling the golden liquid. “You act like I haven’t touched you in months.”

“It’s not the same,” you hissed, snatching your own glass from the table and downing the entire thing.

He tsked in response. “You act as if I’ve kept you from everything this entire time.” His hand reached out and plucked the glass from your fingertips, pouring you another drink. “Have you been unsatisfied?”

The mirth twinkling in his blue and pink irises as he took another sip had you giving him a sarcastic smile. “Are you honestly telling me you’ve been fully satisfied with our arrangement for the past few months?”

His tongue poked out of his mouth, the silver glint of his tongue piercing catching the light as he licked a drop of champagne from his full lower lip. “I’ll admit, I have been watching pretty closely in the hope they would be finished healing sooner.” He tilted his glass slightly in your direction. “Then again, this was your idea.”

A whine escaped your lips as you gripped your skirt with your hands. “I didn’t realize it would feel like years waiting for them to heal!”

His hand reached across the table, palm up and open. With a resigned sigh, you slid your hand into his, his fingertips grazing your wrist. “It’s only a couple more hours, cutie.”

Pulling in a deep breath, you let your lungs fill until they felt they would burst and held the air, closing your eyes and slowly breathing back out. “A couple more hours,” you repeated, giving him a soft smile.

This back and forth had become a natural thing lately, all stemming from your simple question of “What else would you consider piercing?” after he had gotten his tongue done and it had rocked your sex life. From there, copious research, hushed discussions against pillows on lazy weekends, and a somewhat drunken appointment-making phone call had seen to Rafayel laying on a piercer’s table, pants around his ankles and wide blue eyes watering up at you as he had received not one, not two, but five barbells along the underside of his dick.

Prying your hand from his, you had looked down in wonder at the new silver poking from beneath the delicate skin.

“Initial healing should be about 6 weeks, but if you want to be really cautious, we recommend waiting to do anything too intense until 12 or more weeks have passed.” You nodded mutely, still mesmerized by the sight of Rafayel’s devotion.

Looking back at him and smoothing his hair away from his lightly sweaty forehead, you praised him profusely for his bravery and willingness to try something new. He let a single tear escape, which you caught with your finger, rolling the small pearl into your hand and tucking it in your pocket. “You’re such a good boy,” you whispered against his lips, kissing him gently as the piercer cleaned him up.

You counted down those initial weeks with glee, ensuring that the piercings were cleaned daily and checking their progress as they healed. You had no idea that Rafayel had an entirely different plan.

Rather than diving in as soon as the initial healing was completed, Rafayel had opted to hold off, essentially edging you both until the skin had returned to its smooth, pinkened visage, swelling nonexistent, the barbells comfortable beneath his skin. It had been a test of patience. Of will. Of restraint. Gentle handjobs with your mouth on the tip, grinding lightly against each other while fully clothed, his mouth on you while he thrust against a pillow… you felt like a randy teenager who was desperate to lose her virginity again. Despite his talented tongue and fingers, you ached for the feeling of him truly filling you once more.

It had only been once you had sat down at the table, napkins in your laps, champagne ordered, and the menu opened that he had announced tonight was the night. No more waiting.

This was going to be the longest dinner of your life.

Rafayel seemed to be in no hurry. He savored his fish, sipped his champagne, and ordered a fresh crème brûlée for the two of you to share, seeming to enjoy the increasingly frustrated faces you were giving him. By the time he placed his napkin back on the table, your energy felt like angry bees buzzing through you.

Draping his jacket across your shoulders as you waited for the valet to bring his car around, his hand slid against your ribs, trailing lightly against the fabric and causing goosebumps to rise that had nothing to do with the cold night air.

Like the perfect gentleman he was, he opened your door, holding your hand as you slid into the passenger seat.

Ensconced in the warm leather seat of his silver Ferrari K23, the engine’s purr vibrated through you. Rafayel folded himself gracefully into the driver’s seat, pulled the door shut, and turned with a small smile. “Ready to go home?”

You nodded quietly, eyes locked on the clock in the dashboard, another minute ticking past. He laughed as he noted your gaze, clicking his seatbelt into place and pulling away from the restaurant. Your foot tapped against the floorboard, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him drive. One hand casually gripped the wheel while the other rested against the gear shift. His eyes flicked to you occasionally, amused and hungry. It was then you realized you weren’t the only one affected. His grip was falsely casual, tone too light as he asked what you thought about the food. His eyes didn’t land on yours, drifting across your body slowly each time he looked over at you.

Heat began to pool between your legs and you felt a smugness blanket your frustration. “Everything okay?” You asked casually, reaching into your clutch and pulling the visor down in front of you. “You seem tense.”

He glanced down at your hands as you pulled the lipstick from your clutch and removed the cap, slowly twisting until the bright red make up sat above the rim of the tube. You flicked the mirror cover up, pressing the lipstick against your lips and refreshing the color. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his hand tighten against the wheel, knuckles leeching of color as he pressed against them harder.

Popping your lips together and checking your teeth for residue, you closed the mirror and put the visor back up. Your hands were steady as you put the lipstick back in your clutch and spread your legs slightly, letting your hand rest on your inner thigh and gazing up at him, the very picture of innocence.

“I really enjoyed our time out tonight,” you purred, noting the rapid pulsing against his neck, his ears darkening with a blush, and the tightening increasing in his black dress pants. “You look incredible as always.”

His lip caught on his teeth as he tried to suck it in subtly. Gotcha, fishie.

“Though I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever been more surprised at how slow a sports car can go,” you teased, noting the speedometer. A small noise escaped Rafayel and his foot pressed against the accelerator more heavily.

You reached your hand across the middle console, fingers landing lightly on his thigh. The muscles tensed beneath, bunching and pressing into the seat as he shifted.

Your fingertips slid up, grazing along the inner crease of his pants, watching as he fought to keep his eyes on the road. “Not so cocky now, are you?” you taunted, pressing gently against his bulge. You walked your fingers up his pants along the length of him, reveling in the little gasp he let out and the stuttered breath that pressed through his lips.

For the rest of the ride, your hands wandered, popping open the buttons of his shirt, teasing down the zipper of his pants, and gliding across the expanse of his chest and arms as you pushed the shirt from his shoulders.

With a sharp turn, he parked in front of his house, turning off the car and tossing the key into the cup holder with a crash. He ripped himself away from your lingering touches, door shutting on your surprised face as he practically sprinted around the outside. Your door opened abruptly and he pulled you from your seat with a firm hand around your bicep.

As he reached back to close your door, you used his lack of balance to pull him to you, stretching up and grabbing behind his head to pull his lips to yours. His hands landed on either side of you and both of you moaned in sync as you leaned back against the warm edge of the hood. His hips pressed into you with little twitches, the warmth of his skin and the car keeping the chill from your bones.

His lips broke away from yours, stained red with your lipstick, and you kissed down his jaw, sucking on his neck as his lips and tongue laved yours with attention. Pulling off with a satisfied pop, you admired the smeared lipstick adorning a dark purple hickey, his mole smudged with color. Pushing his shirt the rest of the way off of his torso and unbuttoning the top button of his pants, you pushed your hand into his black boxer briefs, fingers catching on the leaking tip of him as it slid in further.

His mouth continued to move against your neck, hips canting forward against you as you sucked another mark into his collarbone. He whimpered as you squeezed his cock, his teeth scraping against the tender skin his mouth had been focused on.

Gripping the hair at his nape, you pulled his head backward. “Take me inside.” With a breathless nod, he lifted you, shirt and open car door forgotten as he refocused on your lips, feet carrying you both to his front door as your lips and tongues met and parted on harsh breaths.

Inside, he set you down gently, kicking his shoes off of his feet and pressing you against the wall as he knelt before you with a hand to your stomach, the other pulling at the small buckles around your ankles to free your feet from your heels. He leaned forward and pushed the hem of your skirt up with his hand, hooking his fingers into the elastic of your panties and pulling them down your legs.

His head pressed against your inner thigh, urging you to spread them, and your hands dove into his hair as his mouth met your slick thighs, tongue catching each individual pearl of moisture that rolled from your cunt with groans of pleasure. Bunching your skirt around your waist and holding it up with the hand on your stomach, he pulled a leg over his shoulder, mouth latching onto your slit with expert precision. Your head fell back, thunking against the wall as his tongue swirled and flicked against your clit, the ball of his tongue piercing rubbing against you deliciously, before pressing into you until his face was flush with your lips. His muffled grunts and moans drove your own sounds higher, the knowledge that he was getting off on eating you out making you feel like you were his goddess, come to be worshipped.

You came with a cry of his name, looking down at his blissful expression as he nodded into your legs, mouth never faltering, fingers clasped around your thigh so hard there would surely be fingerprints there tomorrow.

“My turn.” Your voice was hoarse, breathy, still slightly wrecked from the force of your orgasm.

“Whatever my cutie wants,” he whispered back, standing as you pulled at his arms.

“Bedroom.” He picked you up again, and as he began to carry you through the house, your feet pushed against his pants, causing him to fumble slightly as his legs became restrained. “What happened to my graceful fishie?” You teased as he stumbled again.

“He’s been caught in a cruel fisherwoman’s net,” he grumbled, pausing to shake his legs out of his pants.

Setting you down again on the rug next to his bed, he shucked his socks and underwear off, flicking on the lamp and bathing the room in soft yellow light. He reached for you as you pulled your blouse over your head, unzipping your skirt and pushing it until it fell to your feet. As your bra slid down your arms, his mouth latched onto a nipple, the other pinched between his long, dexterous fingers. The pressure against your chest and his hand along your waist pressed you into the mattress, ass barely perched on the edge as he lifted your legs to his hips, maintaining the precarious balance.

“Need you,” he whimpered as you canted your hips against his cock. The silver of his barbells winked against the slide of your pussy, the metal hot from his skin as you coated him with your juices. His head lifted to your neck again, kissing and licking as you bit and sucked at his shoulder, hips lifting to rub against his cock over and over again until he let out a low keening cry and you felt a warm wet sensation hit your stomach and pelvis.

“Oh, baby…” you whispered in his ear, both of you looking down at the white trail along your body. “So eager you couldn’t even wait to get it in?”

His eyes flashed as he looked back up at you, and semi-hard, he grasped his dick and pressed the head against your pussy. You gasped as he began to press inside, the first of his barbells catching slightly as it slipped past your entrance. “Where are all of your words now, cutie?” he rasped out, pressing forward until the second barbell slid into you. Your eyes were locked on his hand, still holding himself as he pressed forward. “That’s three…” He continued to count. “Four…” You whimpered and squirmed against the mattress. “And five.” You panted as his hand pressed gently against your lower stomach and he filled you completely.

The barbells felt strange as you clenched around him, his cock hardening as he thrust slightly, just barely moving. As he grew within you, your walls stretched against him, the barbells becoming more prominent. He groaned into your throat, licking a long stripe up your neck and to your lips.

“Rafayel… please… move,” you begged, legs trembling as they held you to him, still partially off the bed. He lifted you slightly, shifting you backward, noting your straining legs, even though you hadn’t said anything. He was always so observant.

With his eyes glowing from the moonlight through the window and the lamp framing him from behind, he pulled out slowly, each barbell feeling heavier and more intense now that he was fully erect again.

He pushed back in one at a time, and each drag of the new piercings had your mind spinning. “Oh fuck, that's intense,” you said, eyes widening as he bottomed out.

“You feel incredible,” he responded, eyes hooded and locked on your face. Gradually, he moved faster, eyes never leaving yours, foreheads pressed together. The barbells scraped against your walls, legs bent closer and almost pressed to your sides as he leaned further into you. “Kiss me,” he pleaded, eyes watering with overstimulation as he continued to thrust.

Your lips met in a sloppy press, tongues tangling. His hips picked up speed, your voices mingling and twining into a symphony of pleasure. He pulled back slightly, a finger sliding into his mouth and across his tongue as you stared up at him with blown pupils. His wet finger slipped between you, finding your clit and stroking it in small circles.

Back arched and eyes clenched shut, your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave battering into you until you lay spent and breathless. Distantly, you could hear Rafayel cry out, pumping into your cunt in tight, short strokes. He laid bonelessly against you, arms sliding underneath you and pulling you close, sweat slicking against your skin.

Locking your legs behind him, you let your arms rest across his shoulders, listening as he inhaled deeply and sighed happily into your skin. “So, was it worth the wait?”

You giggled, dragging your finger across one of the lipstick prints along his jaw. “Not bad, fishie. Not bad.”

His head popped up, his plush lower lip thrust forward in a pout. “Not bad? That's all?”

Your fingers brushed through his hair, lips tilted in a small smile. “It was amazing, Raf, but going months without getting to truly feel you?” His head tilted into your touch, eyes closing slightly. “I definitely missed that.”

“Weeeellll, the good news is that now, we don't have to hold back anymore,” he murmured, turning his head to kiss your wrist. He pulled back, lifting you with him as he moved you both further onto the bed.

Rolling to your sides, you held each other, fingertips trailing along damp skin and voices soft as the night deepened around you. Pulling you to lay with your head against his chest, he ran his fingers through your hair until your eyelids were too heavy to stay open, and the sound of Rafayel's heartbeat and gentle touch lulled you to sleep.

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hauntedbysmut · 15 days ago

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Rave Bae

Tags: modern-day AU with evol still included, brat tamer! Xavier, fingering, cunnilingus, edging, spanking, light bondage with evol, hair-pulling, semi-clothed sex, aftercare

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63759106

The music felt like a living thing in her veins, the beat matching her heart’s steady pounding, limbs flowing to each shift as the hoop swung around her. Like an extension of her arms, she let the fluidity of the song guide her movements, her body shifting with the hoop as it oscillated. She felt like the living embodiment of sound in this moment. Sweat clung and dripped between her breasts and slid down her legs. She had no awareness of how long she had been moving, just that she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.

Despite having come alone, she had never felt lonely with the constant press of bodies all around and the steady drug of music suffusing her veins.

That was when he saw her. As Closer by Byor beat all around them, her hoop mesmerized him as if he were a snake and she were the charmer. The dangling stars on her mesh sleeves glinted with her hoop. Her outfit was almost entirely black, the lights she moved so gracefully clearly meant to be the main focus. Even still, he found himself admiring the curve of her waist, the cutouts just below her breasts and above her belly button. He moved toward her as if drawn in by the lyrics and her movements, unable to resist the pull of her magnetic energy. As he moved toward her, her eyes opened and locked onto him, her flow unhindered even as she gave him a little twirl and wide smile.

Now that he was closer, he could see the light pattern of stars and moons along the fabric of her shorts and crop top. Buckles connected the top of her crop to a zipped halter choker, a belt crossing her waist, and two more at the bottom of each leg of her shorts. The sleeves seemed to be held on by pure magic, as her shoulders were bare, but the mesh material clung to the well-defined curve of her arm muscles. Between the lights from the stage and the lights of her hoop, her eyes sparkled at him, the sweat on her body adding another dimension of light to her dance. He couldn’t look away if he tried. He continued to move, still giving her room to flow, but watching raptly even as her eyes closed again and he could see her give her body over to the music.

He longed to reach out and touch her, to slide against her and let the music take them both. He had never felt such a strong pull to a complete stranger before.

As the song ended, the MC announced the last set of the night, beginning to thank everyone for coming, even with an hour remaining. As she reined in her hoop, he approached her fully. Her face was open and bright, and her chest was moving with her quick breaths.

“You’re really talented,” he said, calling over the noise of the speakers. She looked at him curiously and pointed to her ear, shaking her head. He moved in and placed his hand on her waist as he brought his lips closer to her ear, her own body craning forward to meet him. “I said you’re really talented,” he repeated, volume slightly lower now that he was so close.

He could feel her smiling against his cheek as she leaned into his own ear and responded. “Thanks! You know, we kind of match!” He pulled back and looked at her outfit again, his eyes reminding him of his own black shirt with silvery stars and planets. He laughed and leaned back in.

“We do!” Glancing back down at his arm, he saw a bracelet that he felt fit her perfectly. “Do you mind?” He pulled back, letting his hand slide slowly from her waist, and pointed at his right arm, covered in kandi. She shook her head again and easily pressed her left hand against his. Beneath the mesh of her sleeve, he saw a plethora of kandi, the result of three days of festival-going and countless trades.

Together, they said, “Peace, Love, Unity, Respect,” moving their hands with each word until their hands were clasped together at the end. Grabbing the bracelet he had seen, he moved it over the others and onto her wrist. She pulled one from her own wrist, placing it on his arm. Unable to help himself, he kissed her hand before he let go, looking at the bracelet she had given him.

“Nightlight,” she giggled into his ear, having read his.

“My star?” he asked. Being so close, he could smell the combination of her sweat and perfume, a heady scent of flowery pheromones invading his senses. She giggled and his cock hardened against the zipper of his cut-off shorts.

“I’ve been saving that one all weekend for someone special.” He pulled back and she laughed at his dazed expression. She grabbed the open collar of his shirt and pulled him back in. “I know we just met, but you sure seem special,” she said, her voice dropping into a more sensual tone. She moved back slowly, her eyes searching his as she did, feeling as if she were drowning in the depth of his gorgeous, oceanic eyes.

The tension between them ramped up, and as she looped her hoop around the two of them briefly, the music started again.

The energy between them had changed, charged with a promise of something new. She winked at him as she let her hoop flow around her slowly, stepping away from him again as the intro to Drift Like a Cloud, Flow Like Water by INZO led them in. Her body moved sensually, sliding against the hoop. His heart was pounding as the music ramped up, the drop into the song sending her into a burst of movement.

Feeling the inspiration of the song, he let his evol loose, creating small poi-esque balls of light that he directed toward her, having them drift through her hoop as she faltered slightly, her eyes rounding at his evol’s playful dance around her. He knew it was rare, and her reaction wasn’t new. Most people were shocked when they saw light evol. She watched each ball, her hoop continuing to move as she smiled with wonder. His evol poi moved around him, pulsing to the beat of the song as they danced together.

When the song ended, she let her hoop lay across her shoulders, reaching out to touch the evol poi. Just as she was about to touch one, he had it burst into a small firework, and she shrieked in delight. He let his evol dissipate as she looped him into her hoop again.

She pushed up onto her toes as she reached her head toward his ear, her hands pushing against the bare skin of his chest. “That was amazing! I knew you were special!” She gave him a swift peck on the cheek before he could react, and his hands planted themselves on her hips.

The last hour of the festival, they danced in her hoop, bodies sliding against each other until the hoop fell to the ground and surrounded their legs with light. They hardly talked, their bodies doing all of the talking in the moments the music melded them together. Their breaths mingled, lips meeting at random, her hands slung over his shoulders as his hands wandered across her back, sides, and hips. Her eyes were glued to his the entire time, and be it the music or the atmosphere or this insane connection they both felt, she had never felt so at home as she did in his arms.

Time passed far too quickly. Before either of them knew it, the crowd was starting to head toward the exits, their bubble broken with the reality of a night coming to an end.

She laced her fingers with his and picked up her hoop, gently swinging it around his head to rest against her shoulder and across her chest.

“Where were you at the beginning of the weekend?” She asked softly, her eyes full of sorrow.

He couldn’t stand that look in her eyes, and even though they had just met, he knew he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.

“Come back to my hotel with me?”

She paused. “Are you sure? I could be a serial killer.”

He laughed. “If I’m being so reckless, I would deserve a death at your hand.”

She giggled. “Yeah, okay. I’ll come back to your hotel with you.” Her cheeks, already rosy from exertion, deepened in color. He felt a deep wave of satisfaction sink into his chest knowing he had been the one to put that color there and couldn’t help the smile that took over his face at her answer.

“It’s only a block from here, so we can just walk.” He kept his hand firmly grasped with hers as he led them out of the grounds and back to the street. The walk was short, sidewalks packed with other festival-goers who had the same idea and were walking back to their hotels. The energy was still high, and people were exchanging kandi all over the place, creating pockets where the flow of people became congested. He was thankful his hotel was so close, a feeling of urgency to get her safely into his room and away from all of these people thrumming through him.

She didn’t seem to mind the crowd, her spare hand holding on to her hoop as they maneuvered through the clusters of people and into the lobby. After a quick elevator ride, they stood outside of his door.

He suddenly felt nervous. He had never had a one night stand or a “rave bae” before. He was overcome with thoughts about etiquette and a deep concern about the state he had left his room in before he had left that morning. She seemed placid beside him, though her own mind was racing with similar thoughts.

As he opened the door and ushered her inside, she switched off the lights on her hoop and set it down on the floor, pushing her shoes off by the door, and making her way farther in. His bed had been made by housekeeping, and his trash cans were empty, and he silently thanked them in his head as he noticed how nice his room looked. She sat on the edge of his bed, and the sudden silence in the room lay heavily around them.

She smiled at him, leaning back on her hands. Rubbing the back of his neck, they both burst into laughter.

“Are you hungry?”

She nodded. “I could definitely eat something. I don’t remember when I ate last, if I’m being honest.”

Feeling a new sense of purpose, he opened the mini-fridge and got two waters out. “We definitely both need to drink some water and hydrate.” He handed her the bottle and drank down his own.

“Actually, do you mind if I grab a shower?” She lifted her arm and sniffed gently before laughing. “I think I’ll be better company if I don’t smell like this.”

“Help yourself. I’ll order us some food while you get cleaned up.”

Moving into the bathroom, she stripped down and let the hot water scour her skin, using the hotel toiletries to wash her hair and body until she felt like a new person. Climbing out of the shower, she grabbed the hotel robe and wrapped it around herself. Hearing soft music filtering under the bathroom door, she walked back out to the main room. He was laying on his bed, his eyes meeting her and darkening slightly as he took in her robed form.

“Feel better?”

She nodded and laid next to him, arranging the robe so that it still covered the tops of her thighs.

“I think I’ll take a quick shower, too,” he said, handing his phone over to her. “Feel free to change the song or dig through my playlists.”

With that, he made his way to the bathroom as she busied herself with learning his music tastes. As he reentered the room in nothing but a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants, she clicked on Nightlight by Illenium.

He smiled softly down at her as he walked over to stand at the base of the bed, slotting his hips between her dangling legs. She smiled up at him, pushing up into a sitting position to reach for him. He bent down, his hands falling on either side of her as she put her arms around his neck. His lips met hers in a gentle kiss, using the leverage to kneel down between her legs at the end of the bed. He pulled her body into him, the robe riding up her legs, his hands finding the exposed flesh and kneading her thighs.

He sat back slightly, pulling away for a moment. “We don’t have to do anything else tonight if you’re not comfortable with that.” She smiled as she leaned forward to kiss him again.

“Such a gentleman…” She pushed her hands into his wet hair, giving it a sharp tug, a little gasp leaving his lips. “What I need is for you to not be a gentleman right now.”

His eyes blazed as he looked back at her. Then he was moving, his hands pushing up under her robe until he was gripping her bare hips, his lips back on hers, teeth nipping at her lips. She rolled her hips toward his and his grip tightened. “Be a good girl and wait your turn,” he growled, pressing his tongue between her lips and devouring her. She moaned into his mouth, digging her hands further into his hair, and scraping her nails against his scalp.

His thumbs swiped along the crease of her thighs and she felt her pulse jump in response. She shifted her hips side to side, trying to press his hands closer to her core, but he resisted. When she moved a hand to grab one of his and put it where she wanted it, he took her hand and pressed it to the mattress.

“Looks like someone needs to learn patience,” he growled, bracketing her wrist to her side. She nipped his lip in response, whining. “And respect.” He brought his other hand away from her core, grabbing her unrestrained arm. “Maybe we should tie these together so you can’t cause any more trouble,” he whispered, his eyes flicking with amusement as she whined again.

Pushing back to his feet quickly, he took both of her hands and held them together. He pushed her back down onto the mattress, making a quick evol rope around her wrists before he released them. She looked at his hands in confusion before pulling her own hands down in front of her face to see what was holding them together. He grabbed her arms and pushed them back above her head again.

“Leave these here,” he ordered, pinching the skin of her thigh gently in his other hand.

“Did you just make restraints with your evol?” She whimpered and then closed her eyes and groaned. “Fuck… why is that so hot?”

He smirked at her before grabbing her leg and stepping back slightly. With a quick move, she was flipped onto her stomach, a small squeal of surprise escaping her. He took each of her legs and arranged her until she was face down, ass up like his own personal feast. He slid his hands up and down the backs of her thighs. His fingers pressed just slightly into the middle of her legs, continuing to tease her even as she could feel her own arousal beginning to coat her inner thighs. In this position, he could see how wet she was, especially now that he had her exposed to his gaze.

“Look at you. So needy,” he whispered to himself. He used his thumbs to spread her cheeks apart, and her face flamed with heat and embarrassment. A satisfied thrill rolled through him at the willingness she had shown to his proclivities so far. He liked to dominate, and it seemed she wasn’t willing to give up control quite that easily, which he had no problem with.

She squirmed under his perusal, bringing her arms back in toward herself in an effort to get up and look at him. A firm hand in the center of her back stopped her momentum and pressed her back onto her face. “Touch me!”

A sharp smack landed against her ass and she moaned. “Remember your manners, princess,” he murmured, his hand soothing where he had just struck with gentle swipes.

“Please, please touch me…” she paused. “Wait, what’s your name?”

He spanked her again before leaning forward. “It’s Xavier, princess.” He nipped her neck and turned her head to kiss her. “Remember it so you know what to scream later.”

She moaned loudly. “Xavier, please. Please touch me.”

“I was under the impression I was already doing that,” he snarked, tracing his fingers along a hand print. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

She whined and shook her ass at him, parting her legs further, even as slick dripped onto the duvet below her. He chuckled and she felt his breath against her left cheek before his teeth bit into her skin. “You’re a brat,” he murmured against her flesh, spanking opposite of his bite. Seeing her skin reddening from his attentions got him even more excited, and his erection leaked precum into his sweats as he teased her. “Tell me what you want.” He let his thumb slide toward her cunt, her thighs flexing as she anticipated his touch. He stopped just short of where he knew she wanted him and waited.

She let out another desperate sound, tilting her hips to try to get him to slip inward, but he gripped her ass and gave her another harsh spank. She cried out again. “Please, Xavier. I want you to touch my pussy.”

He hummed happily as he leaned down again and licked along one of the red marks he had left behind. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He slid his fingers along her drenched slit, gathering the moisture on his fingers before pushing two into her. She clenched around him, a long, low moan like music to his ears as he pumped shallowly. He dipped his thumb down to slide against her clit each time his fingers pressed inward, and she pressed back against his hand with each pass.

As he fingered her, he added light smacks to her ass, her cunt clenching around his fingers each time he did. Her moans were getting louder, and she started pressing faster against his hand. Then, just as she was about to come, he pulled his fingers out. She cried out in frustration, her orgasm just out of reach as he kneaded her ass with his hands, bending over her back.

“You forgot to tell me one very important detail, princess,” he said, licking the shell of her ear. “You didn’t say you wanted me to make you come.”

She bucked back against him, earning another swift spank. “All you have to do is say it, sweetheart.” He chuckled, kissing her cheek.

“I want you to make me come,” she whispered, looking back at him as best she could.

“Gooood,” he said, sliding back down her back. Instead of his fingers touching her again though, she clenched her legs as she felt his tongue coast against her, licking from clit to perineum. His hands spread her for his head to settle between her legs, tongue flicking relentlessly against her clit as her orgasm began to build again, faster than before, until it was a wave above her head and she knew she was going to drown. As the pleasure hit her, he continued to lick and suck, taking everything she gave him and then some.

Her eyes were hooded as he leaned up to kiss her, the tang of her own release still stark on his tongue as he slid it against her own. “Let me know if it is too much, okay princess?” he whispered in her ear as she heard him shifting behind her. She nodded with partially hooded eyes, looking back to see him pushing his sweats down his legs, his cock dripping with his own arousal.

He stepped slightly to the side so she could see him better, one of his hands moving along his length as he slid the precum along himself. She moaned as she watched him, imagining the way he would feel inside of her. He picked up a condom packet that seemed to appear as if from nowhere. Tearing it open with his teeth, he pulled the condom out and rolled it onto himself.

He moved back behind her, pressing the tip to her and rubbing it against her slick, their combined arousal making lewd sounds she could hear over the music’s soft volume. She pressed back against him instinctively, wanting to feel him press inside, and with a short moment of hesitation, he slid all the way in. They both groaned at the feeling, her walls spasming around him before he pulled back just a little bit and slammed back in.

One of his hands came up and slid beneath her hair, pulling it into a ponytail and bracing against her scalp, gently tugging her head backward. She pulled her tethered hands underneath herself as he thrust a few more times, her back arching with the new tension against her head.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he hissed, taking a couple of shallow dips into her before setting a hard, deep pace. The sight of her so fully at his mercy, spread out on his cock had his mind spiraling. He had never seen such a beautiful sight. Never felt so strongly for someone he had only just met. To him, she was perfect like this. Perfect with him.

The slight pain of her hair being pulled coupled with the pleasure of his balls slapping her clit quickly had her spiraling back up again, but as she neared her peak, her cries rising in pitch, he slowed, changing to a short, shallow thrust, and her orgasm subsided. She immediately realized what he was going to do, and as she internally berated herself for not anticipating it, she was determined to hold out until he gave in. She clenched her jaw and pushed back toward him, earning a smack to her ass as he tutted in disapproval.

“You know what to do if you want to cum, don’t you, princess?” he asked, his voice breathy from his harder pace. She kept her mouth shut, and he laughed. “Mmm, still a brat. We’ll see how long that lasts.” With that, he thrust back in to the hilt, his cock slamming into her as he bent over her back. One of his hands slid around to grab at her swinging breasts, and she belatedly wondered when the robe had fallen open completely. Before long, she was at the edge again, and he backed off once more.

He repeated this three more times before she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore, a frustrated sob breaking her lips when he stopped just before she was able to come again. He slowed and released her hair, pushing the hand that had been holding it up under her robe and dragging his dull nails down her back. “Please,” she moaned brokenly. “Please make me come. Please make us come.”

“There we go,” he said, his voice full of pride. His hands gripped her hips to hold her up as her chest slumped back to the bed.

He took a brutal pace, his hands gripping her hips so hard she knew they would have his fingerprints on them tomorrow. His breathing was harsh as the loud sounds of their coupling took over her senses, his moans mingling and twisting with her own. Where he had previously slowed before, he now pounded through her, her mouth hanging open on silent scream as the pleasure somehow built impossibly higher, praises falling from his lips before everything went white and she was distantly aware of his name being screamed aloud until he slumped down on top of her.

He immediately released his hold of his evol, her wrists no longer tied together as he fell next to her on the bed, thoroughly exhausted, feeling like his soul had been reborn from the force of the orgasm he had just had. He pulled her in to lay on his chest, brushing her slightly sweat-damp hair away from her face, a satisfied smile gracing her mouth. He smiled at her satiated expression and kissed her gently.

As the world came back into focus around her, she couldn’t remember ever feeling so relaxed. He got up from the bed and she heard the sink running in the bathroom before he was back beside her, gently separating her legs again to clean her thighs. He pulled his sweatpants back on, and returned to the bed with take out containers full of food.

“I totally forgot that you ordered food before I got in the shower,” she mumbled, her face still plastered to the duvet.

He chuckled gently, helping her sit up and rearranging her robe to cover her again as he helped her get situated against the headboard. They spent the next 30 minutes feeding each other take out, Xavier having ordered a wide variety of foods, citing that he didn’t know her preferences, and talking about their rave histories. He asked her how she had gotten into flow, and she asked him what artists had peaked his interest in rave festivals. They talked until both of them fell asleep, his arms cradling her to his chest as she used his arm for a pillow.

The next morning, she slipped from his room, changing back into her clothes from the previous night and leaving a gentle kiss against his forehead. She slipped from his hotel room quietly, rushing back to her own hotel to change, pack, and get to the airport for her flight.

As he woke up alone, he felt a pang of sadness and disappointment. He had secretly hoped she might stay and they could get to know each other better. Shifting against the bed, he heard the crinkle of paper, and reached out to find it. Flicking on the light next to the bed, he read the note she had left:

Xavier,

Thank you for one of the best nights of my life. I wish I could have stayed, but I am a sucker for early flights. I put my number in your phone last night, and I would love to hear from you if you’re interested in something more than a one night thing. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll cherish this night always.

Keep shining, my star.

Yours,

Rave Bae <3

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