Oliver... handjob kink (idk what it's called)
— tw. handjob feat. Oliver Aiku.
+ mdni. reblogs are always appreciated!
You've been kissing Oliver for what feels like hours, and your hands have been wandering around his broad and firm chest, his chiseled pecks, his hard abdomen but have never ventured farther. You don't know whether it is because you're afraid of what it might brings, or because you're simply afraid you won't be up to par to the girls that must have touched, and not only, Oliver.
"Hey, doll?" he asks, as he looks up from your neck, where bruises of all shapes and sizes are blooming, as he stares right through you with his enigmatic dual toned eyes, lust blowing his pupils only to leave a rim of colour around. He looks like a thoroughly fucked god.
"What's up? I can hear you thinking even if your lips aren't moving."
Your core pulses, because Oliver is just like that. He makes you hungry and wet, and hungry and wet and then makes you feel as if there hasn't been anyone in his life that would have ever made him like that way, too.
"Can you teach me how to touch you?" you ask, hesitant, but you feel before you see Oliver's eyes widening, and a gulp going doing his throat. He does not have an answer for you.
After a small moment of silence, he takes your hand in his, and looks you straight in the eye.
"Trust me."
And that's all he says, before he is already guiding your hand toward the zip line of his pants and helps you unbutton them, slowly, steadily. Yet, time feels to move in molasses and all you can hear is the rush of blood inside your ears, the way your pussy is getting wetter inside your panties, and your nipples stiff inside your half inside-out bra, and the warmth of Oliver's palm.
He takes his pants off, and all you're left with is the bulge of his desire and the saliva you're trying to swallow without suffocating.
"It's okay, doll. Slowly," he gently whispers and then you're already cupping his length through the fabric. He's big, and he's clearly already semi-hard, with a wet patch on the front. It makes you feel marginally better to know you're not the only one to be in that situation.
Your hand in his, he strokes himself all over his rigid cock one, slowly, making you feel exactly where he ends and where the base is, still covered by the boxers. You lift your hand again, the cloth creating a friction against his raw skin that makes him inhale sharply. God, he is big, but his hand isn't leaving yours, so after stroking again and again, familiarising yourself with his shape, you feel bold enough to speak.
"Can you take them off?"
"Do you want me to take them off?" he asks, and when you nod, it's all but a moment that you're left with glorious Oliver Aiku standing stark naked in front of you, his shaft stiff and ready for your hand to resume its work.
At the touch, he feels warm. The vein underneath throbs, and the glans is already swollen and deliciously red, as a strawberry. In a passing moment of confidence you wonder whether it would taste like that, too.
"There's not much to it besides what you've been doing already, sweetheart," Oliver adds, but you doubt that is the case. And yet, you're already wrapping your hand around him, not even reaching all the way, and resuming again the sliding motion. His skin moves with your palm, and Oliver's hand with yours. It goes up and down, exactly as you will it to. Then, Oliver twist his wrist, up in one direction and going down in another.
"That's the movement, yes. Gently, up and down until you feel it twitch, alright?"
You feel yourself nodding, before you're backing it up with another corkscrew motion of Oliver's cock, already giving a twitch at that. He has been breathing as if in labour for a while, and you can see the way he wants to jerk up his hips to meet your hand, but is refraining from doing so.
You pick up the rhythm, his cock growing his each motion of your wrist stroking it u, swallowing the glans in and then down again, twisting, and revealing the way the mushroom top is carmine and ready to burst. It takes another five minutes of you stroking Oliver, first slowly and then faster, until all your do is get a little farther than the top and then up, in jerking motions you know you'll have to practice to become good at, when you feel the cock under your hands twitch uncontrollably and Oliver to gasp in.
He cums on your hand in heavy, white strikes. They feel heavy on your hand, and there's a weird fascination that makes you want to dip your tongue inside of you and taste. But you don't, not before you have given another full pump to Oliver's cock and feel him slump against the bed post.
"Was that your first handjob?"
You nod, not able to fight the blushing, not the fact that you've nearly cum yourself watching him.
"I surely hope it won't be the last then," he adds, cheeky, as he kisses you fully, tongue wiping your internal walls, and then helps you clean up his own mess. The smell of Oliver lingers longer you'd like to admit.
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JAY IS DONE. I haven't done a finished piece like this in forever and I forgot how long it takes LOL. Begging you on my hands and knees to zoom in on these.
James "Jay" "The Hammer" Hammer is an earth-genasi astral self monk (any pronouns). Their elemental heritage isn't super pronounced since they're a couple generations down from their dao ancestor. Though the opal texture on their teeth, eyes, nails, and palm of their hands was always present, the fact that their insides are multicolored only became unmissably apparent after they developed eczema as a child. It grew in severity in conjunction with her acne later on. Her body contains a supernaturally high amount of silica, which is what her wounds eventually scab over with after the normal blood coagulates. Jay is currently seeking to transcend the material form via a perfect workout routine and nutrition plan, and travels around in search of a more complete and informed worldview. That specific path to enlightenment is a bit unorthodox, but beyond that Jay is an extremely normal guy tbh.
His astral self is based on a design that appears in the music video film Beyond the Mind's Eye, except way beefier lol. As the color wheels on the mask turn, Jay's eyes change to match whichever color on the wheel is furthest to the front. I'll design the body at some point but I don't get that until way later. And I am very tired lol.
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