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forlorn-crows · 1 year ago

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Bird's Eye View of the Way You Move

for my beloved @askingforthesun; happy birthday mal!!

Pairing: Swiss/Cirrus

Rating: Explicit

Tags: PWP, intersex Swiss (cunt/folds/dick/cock for his anatomy), cis Cirrus (cunt/clit for her anatomy), fingering, nipple play, frottage, vaginal sex, praise, dirty talk, petnames, h a n d s.

Words: 1708

Summary: But Cirrus can’t complain, won’t complain; every pluck of her nipples nudges her closer and closer to cumming—already—that she can’t help but keen as he flicks them again. Her hips twitch of their own accord, dragging her folds over his shaft.

“Yeah, grind over my dick. Fuck you get me so wet,” Swiss groans. If Cirrus were in a different position, she’d no doubt see the wet spot on the sheets from his cunt. She’d probably lap it up too, beg him to smother her face with it.

But she’s in no position to do that. Not yet, anyway. Not with him pinning her to his chest and dragging one of his hands down, down, down . . .

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“S-Swiss, fuck, please baby,” Cirrus pleads, nails digging into her own thighs. Swiss just grins against her temple, pressing a hot kiss there as he grinds upwards again.

“But you look so good like this,” he rumbles. “Love to watch you squirm and drip for me.” Swiss has her perched just above his cock while he reclines against the headboard, Cirrus’ pert ass squishing into his lower stomach as he holds her against his chest. It’s the perfect angle for the multi ghoul to rut his cock along the slit of her cunt, bumping the head of it against her clit with each little hump of his hips. And his hands? His hands are everywhere; roaming the plane of her stomach, kneading at her tits, squeezing at her throat, slipping fingers into her mouth to pet at her tongue, and teasing over her mound, just above where she really wants it.

Cirrus tosses her head back, long column of her throat exposed and raven-black hair falling over Swiss’ shoulder. She moans as he thrusts upwards again and takes each nipple between his fingers.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just like that.” He tugs on each bud, making them stick out hard and pointy from her tits. “Fuck these are gorgeous. So pretty and pink when I get my hands on them.” And they are. Swollen and flushed from his endless attention. But Cirrus can’t complain, won’t complain; every pluck of her nipples nudges her closer and closer to cumming—already—that she can’t help but keen as he flicks them again. Her hips twitch of their own accord, dragging her folds over his shaft.

But she’s in no position to do that. Not yet, anyway. Not with him pinning her to his chest and dragging one of his hands down, down, down . . .

He slips his fingers through her folds, sighing at their silky feel. He dips lower and spreads her slick over his cock, rubbing the underside with the flat of his palm and pushing the length of it against between her swollen lips.

“Oh ffff—” Cirrus cuts herself off with a whine. Her hand flies back to grip at one of Swiss’ horns, squeezing hard as she angles her hips for more friction. “Please, baby, more, need more of you.”

"You have me all right here, don't you?" he hums. He rubs again, pushing the head of his cock firmly against her clit.

"Clo—close Swiss close," Cirrus hisses.

She can feel herself starting to throb sporadically, little staccato spasms that threaten to make her thighs clamp together and pin his hand and dick there. She wants that sweet pressure inside her cunt that only Swiss knows how to give her, to clamp over his length as she falls over the edge.

Swiss, apparently, has other plans. "Why don't you rub that pretty little clit of yours, lemme feel you cum over me."

“Fuck,” Cirrus exhales shakily, snaking a hand down to her sex. His tone isn’t particularly demanding, but she finds she doesn’t want to fight against his suggestion. She circles her clit, stiff and wet, gasping as the pleasure builds twofold.

"There's a love," he purrs. He tucks his mouth directly against the shell of her ear, nosing at her sweaty hairline. "You rub yours, I'll rub mine," he whispers.

"Seven hells," Cirrus shivers. She rubs, as she’s told. Brushing her fingertips against the head of Swiss’ cock with each tight circle.

He rumbles appreciatively, own hand working himself over in long strokes that start between his wet folds, dipping inside to coat his fingers down to the second knuckle, and end halfway up his cock with thick fingers wrapped around.

Cirrus digs her fingers into the base of his horn, back arching further so her pelvis tilts her cunt closer to Swiss’ hand.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me,” he breathes. He milks a bead of pre from his cock, letting it well up at the tip. He sneaks it underneath her fingers, rubbing the silky head across her swollen clit in quick motions.

Cirrus’ hand shakes as it falls away. Her thighs too, muscles jumping with each pass. “Oh Lucifer,” she chokes out.

“Yeah, let it make you feel good, baby.” She whimpers as he presses harder. Grinds a little against it and wiggles her hips. He's still toying with her nipples too, alternating between fully palming each of her tits and pinching just at the buds. The hand not clutching at Swiss' thick horn moves to feel his cock swiping dizzyingly over her clit, the split swell of the head kissing across her fingertips.

Cirrus damn near whimpers at the sound they make, a wet mess of precum and slick all creamy against their most sensitive parts. It’s sinful, and by Satan is it good.

Swiss huffs a laugh at her hovering hand, breath tickling stray locks of hair against her cheek. “Take my cock, love. Take what you need, use me.” He gently guides her hand to hold him just under the frenulum, resting her fingers along the vein on the underside. “That’s it,” he praises gruffly, “just—shit—just like that.” Swiss drops his hand down to rub at his folds, pressing at the place where his sex splits as Cirrus twitches against the fat head of his cock.

Cirrus’ hand is uncoordinated, but the friction is too sweet, too good to focus on being precise. It doesn’t matter, really, not with how sensitive she is.

“‘M gonna cum,” she gasps out, stomach starting to clench. “Gonna—fuckplease.”

Swiss holds her flush to his chest and laps at the junction of her neck, feeling droplets of sweat well up under his tongue. He thrusts up against her, just a little, just enough that she clenches again and makes a gut-punched noise.

Cirrus can feel the spurt of pre coat her clit, can hear how wet they both are as she goes stiff in his grip.

Swiss nibbles her earlobe, pressing back to the edge of her ear, stubble scratching the nape of her neck. She feels the rumbly hum that runs through his chest more than she hears it. And his voice, equally as husky, cuts her straight down to the core:

“Cum for me, kitten.”

Like a rubber band waiting to snap, the tension inside her breaks, pleasure coming to a fine point and bursting under her fingers as she cums with a stuttered groan. Swiss grunts in her ear when she presses his length to her cunt, bucking against it as she rides out her orgasm with her head tipped back on his shoulder.

“That’s it, fuck I can feel you throbbing,” he breathes, rutting into her hand. Cirrus yelps as the head of his cock flicks over her clit, legs twitching where they’re hooked around Swiss’ thighs.

“Plea—oh put it in, put it in,” Cirrus pleads. Begs, really, moving her hand to grip the inside of his thigh with sharp nails and fisting her other hand into his hair, arching sharply so the wet tip of his cock presses at her still fluttering entrance.

Swiss hisses and wraps his firm hands around her hips. He bites back a moan as she scoots further down, the head just barely dipping inside. “Thought you’d never ask,” he rasps, reluctantly pulling himself back out.

With a grunt he throws her forward onto her stomach, hiking her hips up so her ass is perched in the air. Cirrus moans into the bed and spreads her legs without prompting.

“Satanas, sweetheart, you’re so, so gorgeous,” Swiss sighs, running his fingers across the swell of her ass. He dips them between her folds, petting slowly. “So wet, all for me.”

“Baby, please,” she groans. She pushes back against his fingers, insistent. Swiss chuckles and appeases her, pressing two of his thick fingers inside, all the way in until she gasps. He scissors his fingers, a precursory stretch—not that she needs it, but she's panting with it anyway.

"Fit so perfectly here, don't they?" Swiss muses.

Cirrus fires back a raspy retort, despite the soupy state of her brain: "Your—fuck—your cock would fit better."

Swiss grins behind her back and his fingers retreat. She can barely whine before he lines up and sinks in with one smooth thrust, grinding on her when he bottoms out.

"Better, sweetheart?" She can tell his voice is strained, but it worms through her ears like honey nonetheless.

Cirrus can’t even respond beyond a gurgled groan, already trying to fuck herself back onto his cock.

“Hold on, hold on,” Swiss breathes, melting himself against her back and threading his arms underneath her stomach. He nuzzles her cheek, kissing up her jaw and capturing her lips with his. It’s soft, unhurried. “Love when I have you all to myself,” he whispers, rubbing their noses together. ”Lemme savor it for a second, hm?”

“Fuck,” Cirrus mumbles against his lips. “Feels so fucking good, though, Swiss.”

“Likewise, baby.” He gives her one last chaste kiss and a nuzzle before rising up some, hooking his chin over her opposite shoulder and gripping her a little tighter around her waist. The multi ghoul circles his hips, not quite pulling out to thrust, but not quite grinding either.

“Please,” Cirrus whispers.

Swiss lets a rumbling purr resonate through his chest, wiggling his hips—those damn hips—once more. Then he pauses, and the anticipation hangs heavy in the air.

“Love it when you beg for it. For me,” he growls, pulling out until just the head of his dick is sheathed in her cunt and swiftly thrusting back down to the hilt. Cirrus loses all remaining air in her lungs, punched out by the barrage of thrusts he gives her without warning, pinpointed exactly where she wants it. Her arms go limp at her sides, and she lets him pound her hard into the mattress.

The next time she cums, she cums with Swiss’ name on her tongue, muffled by the thick fingers petting over it.

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