altimit | catch all >> september

[ There is a part of Hector, the one that quickly slips from reality as Fandaniel slides in a third, that worries about the bruises on his neck. How is he going to explain this to his coworkers, he wonders? How can he hide his neck in front of guests tomorrow? It isn't cold enough for a scarf, or a jacket. Someone is inevitably going to ask questions— ]

Fuck—

[ Oh, but he won't remember until he's washing his face tomorrow morning, fingers tracing along the phantom pains of these bites, that it isn't real.

Right now, though, all he can think about is how Fandaniel keeps pulling him wider, wider, how he's here for the taking, how hot he feels in this water, pressed flush up against the smaller man. He tries to keep his rhythm, movements, but he's getting too desperate. He needs that dick in him, now.

With a breathy little chuckle and a weak grin, he looks down at Fandaniel through lidded eyes. He's honestly not all that bad looking, haircut included. ]

I'll be good. [ He does like the teasing, though he'll never, ever admit it out loud. His voice is raw, gravelly. ] I'll ride you.

[ He takes a hand to reach around and swat Fandaniel's hand away. And when he's free, he'll drag that same hand up the other man's cock, angling his hips to take him in—

—a lot faster than he anticipates, considering he could have done it like this to begin with (thanks VR!). His eyes burst open in surprise, then flutter. A loud, pitched cry spills from his lips as Fandaniel fills him up to the brim. ]

[ Fandaniel will allow his hand to be swatted away, drawing it back up along Hector's ass and settling it on a hip. He does let out a harsh breath when that hand brushes his own cock, hard and more than ready, but any further sound is bitten back by teeth in his own lip, instead drawing back to watch Hector bring himself in line and drop on him so suddenly.

Now that? That does earn a burst of noise from Fandaniel, a sudden outgoing gasp as all the air leaves his lungs from the sheer shock of how quickly he finds his dick surrounded by tight, gripping muscle. His grip on Hector's hips tightens, fingertips digging into flesh, and after the moment of dizzying pleasure, he sorts out his thoughts enough to laugh out loud at the older man's surprise. ]

Mm? Was that... too much for you? Haha...

[ And just to drive that point home, he rolls his hips up sharply, jostling Hector about on his dick when there's nowhere further to go. ]

[ It's not like Fandaniel can go any deeper, it's not like Fandaniel can stuff Hector any fuller than he already is, but the jostling gives him the illusion that it's possible, moving around and rearranging his insides. Hector's eyes flutter, his head tilts back—if Fandaniel hadn't gotten the chance to see the mess he's made on his neck, now's the time—and he exhales. The movements cause little ripples in the water; he hasn't even had the chance to get used to this again. ]

You're... [ He collects himself, despite his shortening breath, aching desire to ride Fandaniel's brains out to Mac Anu and back, because he needs to find some semblance of control to do that.

He smiles lazily, hands dragging down from his shoulders to rest on his chest. And with a slight shift, he begins to lift himself and oh, does this feel tight, that friction sending sparks of ecstasy all up and down his limbs. ]

...Hah, just right.

[ And what a beautiful mess it is. A pity it won't carry over into reality. There's something about the idea of leaving a lasting mark that Fandaniel savors and yet, once Hector logs out, it'll all be gone. Ah, but one can't have everything, can they?

But then Hector is lifting himself and Fandaniel's grip on his hips tightens again, briefly, before forcing himself to relax his fingers and let the man move. That initial drag of tight flesh up sensitive skin has a wild heat searing through him, loin and legs, and all the way up his back. It takes an effort not to drag Hector back down immediately, to bury himself, hard, into him again.

A long sigh leaves his lips and he leans back against the stony wall of the hot spring. With every ounce of self-control, he angles his hips down and away ever so slightly to help Hector in his own movement. When the man comes down again, he'll roll them up to meet him. That way, they can set a rhythm and pace that suits them both. ]

[ Hector's head bows backwards again, ends of his hair brushing the surface of the water, fingers dig deep into Fandaniel's chest. His movements alone were already good enough, filling himself up with Fandaniel's cock at his own pace, but to feel him moving against him, in tandem with him, oh— Maybe it speaks to how long it's been, with the way that groan rolls in the depths of his throat.

He lifts his hips faster, drops them with equal speed. Every time he finds himself flush against Fandaniel's groin, his breath grows louder, lights spark behind his eyelids. A needy heat pools in his groin, one staved only by the brief brushes of his erection against the other man's torso as he rolls into the movement.

Soon, though, it's not enough. He wants to go faster, harder, but the water drags him back, tires him out quicker. His movements slow. There's a look of frustration as his eyes turn to look at Fandaniel again. But his chest remains arched, a hand reaches up to rake the hair out of his face—he's just doing this to show off, surely. ]

Get— [ His voice is groggy from arousal, needy from dissatisfaction. The hot springs are nice, but not for what he wants. Regardless, he continues his slow up and down, soaking in the dull waves of pleasure. ] Get out of the water.

[ Slow and steady suits Fandaniel just fine. He's enjoying the gradual climb to completion, the warm arousal filling him up and making his toes curl in the water and his breath hitch with every rise and fall as Hector rides him. Best of all, he enjoys watching the older man struggle with need. The way his expression begins to twist with that growing arousal, the way his voice cracks with desperation.

Oh, he could listen to that all day, and that's exactly why Fandaniel makes no attempt to move them from where they are right then, as Hector tells him what he wants. Rather, a hand slides off one of his hips and around to grip that stiff erection bobbing up and down through the water as Hector puts on his show, fingers closing around the top half of the shaft as he plays a thumb around the head. Slowly, so very slowly. ]

Hmm? What was that? I don't believe I heard a pretty please.

Please—

[ The hand comes over his cock, and Hector's body responds beyond his control. He twitches, his movements stutter, his head lolls. He feels light, woozy, all that heady arousal rushing through him as he tries to roll his hips into Fandaniel's hand.

If Fandaniel wants him to beg, he'll beg. He angles his hips as he drops himself onto Fandaniel's cock again, the tip slamming straight into his sweet spot. He gasps, bites his lip; his hands lift to dig hard, rough into his shoulders. ]

Please, Fandaniel— [ He says his name, eyes locking with his as he does, ] Let me fuck you harder...

[ He needs more. More, and oh god, it'd be just enough to send him over the edge — ]

[ God, yes, this is exactly what he wants. Those hands digging into his shoulders, the begging, every needy noise that Hector makes, every look he gives Fandaniel. The way he drops down on Fandaniel like that has him giving Hector's cock one last squeeze and a stuttery roll of his own hips, but rather than moan and groan over it, he merely licks his lips and smirks at it all. ]

You make a, ah, convincing argument. [ Then he jerks his hips up a second time, with meaning. ] Off, we're moving.

[ If Hector had hoped to be carried out of the hot spring, he needed to find a much beefier twink than Fandaniel to get all tangled up with here. ]

[ Oh, but the jerk feels so nice. Hector hums in satisfaction, his eyes falling shut as he lets the ripples of that lovely impact wash over him. Mmm, this dick is good. He picked the right person to mistakenly profess his love to.

Regretfully, he lifts himself up and off of Fandaniel and pulls himself up to perch on the side of the spring with a messy splash. Already his body feels empty, buzzing for more. His face is flushed, eyes unfocused. He watches Fandaniel move, taking in every way that twinky body moves, lightly stroking himself as he does so. ]

[ A long exhale leaves Fandaniel when Hector lifts himself up off of his cock, a hint of that same regret reflecting back to him. He'd made himself blissfully cozy fucking up into that man and now he was going to have to move to keep doing just that. Terrible... but he does move, pushing up to stand. Water drips down over pale skin, giving Hector a prime view of his back and all that entails first and foremost, though he turns soon enough.

Slim but toned, he's by no means the biggest nor the strongest man on the server, but he's not nothing, either. He pushes back his bangs with a hand — damp from the perpetual steam, enough of it slicks back and stays that way — as he lingers there, giving Hector a moment to look if he likes, but once that moment passes, he's hauling himself up out of the spring over the stony edge at the same spot Hector did.

Even though he'd told Fandaniel he was going to be the one doing the fucking, if he wants to keep riding him, he's going to have to fight for it, because this shitty little man isn't above climbing right over Hector and putting a hand to his chest, shoving him to the ground. ]

Or maybe you were hoping that I would fuck you harder, hmm?

[ Oh, Hector looks. Disrespectfully. Fandaniel gives him the opportunity to do so, and he gleefully takes it, eyes tracing the way his lean muscles move under thin frame. He idly thinks about how he'd like to watch him squirm under him sometime, but that'd be an experiment for another day.

Though admittedly, he isn't expecting the hand to his chest; in his surprise, he doesn't push back against him. His back collides hard with the rough, wet ground, a shockingly cool sensation in comparison to how hot everything has been so far. His eyes flutter, the hand at his own cock stutters. The heat of arousal coils hot in his stomach, because oh, he likes that.

Any other bottom may have caved, melted into the shitty little man's advances, but not Hector. Unfortunately, once Hector puts his mind to something, it takes a lot to stop him—he said he's going to fuck Fandaniel, and he plans to do just that. His hands move quickly, grabbing Fandaniel's thin frame and quickly flipping them around, slamming him into the ground. He hovers over him, wet hair dripping as he does, and he grins. ]

Not today.

[ He leans forward as he straddles Fandaniel's waist, hand reaching back to angle his cock properly. Slowly he settles back, pressing the tip to his entrance; his head lowers further, lips just scarcely brushing his. ]

But maybe some other time.

[ And he pushes back, taking all of him in at once, and he lets a loud, loud moan. ]

[ Now that's unexpected! With how needy Hector had been before, in the water, he had been anticipating him to give, let Fandaniel have his way with him, but when their positions are reversed and he's left with cool, harsh stone at his back, little rocks digging into bare skin, he feels a jolt of heat, arousal surging through him at being so manhandled.

Mm, how nice to find someone who likes to be just as rough. ]

Definitely another time.

[ Fandaniel gasps out the words, breath taken by the swiftness in how Hector takes him all in with one fell swoop. His hips move on their own, instinctively bucking against Hector's ass. Rather than grapple for Hector's hips again, he reaches up to grab at the back of his head, fist curling into his long hair as he yanks him down to complete that kiss. ]

[ The kiss is rough, a messy clash of teeth and tongues, and perhaps Hector's lips don't always stay on Fandaniel's, considering how he rocks himself back. He's fucking him, like he said it would, and oh is it so much better without the water slowing him down.

He hates, hates it, though, when people touch his hair. So yes, while he likes the rough handling, he doesn't appreciate that it's his hair that bears the brunt of it. His hands whip up and grips Fandaniel's wrists, wrenching them from his hair and pins them above the smaller man's head.

He lifts himself from the kiss; one hand keeps the wrists firmly pressed into the rough, rocky ground, and the other presses to Fandaniel's chest as Hector pulls up. He slams himself down over Fandaniel's groin over and over and over, pleasing himself more than anything. Through ragged breaths and the intermittent hum of pleasure, he grins down at him, taking in the sight. ]

...You look good.

[ Fandaniel makes a sound of remorse when his hands are pried away and pinned, doubly so when Hector breaks the kiss and leans away to carry on fucking himself on his cock with wild fervor. He can't complain, though, since, considering the latter, lingering on everything other than the tight slide of muscle moving and clutching around him is nigh impossible.

He pants into the air, eyes barely open as he watches Hector move. He's drawn his legs up specifically to better angle his hips and thrust back against him, rolling forward to meet him when he drops down onto him, away when he bobs up, trying to establish some kind of pattern as they blaze their way towards completion. ]

Ha. You... you look better.

[ Specifically on his dick, of course. He lets out a laugh, hands vainly tugging against Hector's grip, but once he's sure he means to keep them pinned overhead, he lets him. Being manhandled this thoroughly is a treat and he arches his back and throws his head about, giving Hector all that nice squirming under him that he may have been hoping for. ]

[ Fandaniel fucking up into him at the same time sends intense, intense sparks of ecstasy shooting up and down Hector's spine, his limbs. He lifts his head, grits his teeth, and clenches his eyes shut. Fuck. This was total happenstance, but it's fucking great when the other guy's on the same page as him.

He attempts a smile at the compliment, but he's too deep in the throes of his bliss to manage. He grows lightheaded; each thrust against him just pushes him closer and closer to the edge, pushes louder and louder moans from the depths of his throat.

It doesn't take much, after that. Hector presses his chest into Fandaniel as he loses control, and a shudder runs through his body as his cum spills all over their stomachs, their chests. He breathes hot into his neck, sinking into him as his movements slow. Not that he'll ask Fandaniel to stop, though; with the way he breathes, he moans, it's almost as though he wants to drag his orgasm out as long as possible. ]

[ It would seem that's the end to any sensible attempts at conversation. Instead, the two of them fill the air with the sound of moans and flesh slapping vigorously together as they rock against one another feverishly. Every plunge he takes up deep into Hector draws panting breaths out of Fandaniel and he has no doubt he's rocking all the same in the real world, though his sense of that, his real body, is distant in comparison to the all-consuming pleasure in the game.

Is this better than the real thing? He'll wonder after for a long time but he'll never have the chance to test it against Hector in reality. It's better that way, this sort of anonymous sex without it being truly anonymous. There are no drawbacks, no worries, apart from the clean-up they'll both have to do once they log off and find... well...

Let's just say the game does a fine job of tricking the body.

But as Hector clings to him, shuddering and coming all over them, leaving slick cum to spread across their stomachs and chests, Fandaniel carries on fucking up into him, chasing that same burning need through the clench of muscles constricting around him. It isn't long before he reaches that same tipping point, slamming his hips up as hard as he can as his orgasm takes him by blinding force. He spills deep inside Hector, hips still jerking against him as he rides that pleasure out. ]

[ that you cum in real life when you cum in the game is going to be a fun little surprise,

After so long without sex, it may as well be as good as the real thing. That ecstatic buzz leaves his mind suspended in bliss; Hector pushes his hips down to make it easier for Fandaniel to keep slamming his cock into him, hard, even as his own orgasm comes and goes. His teeth sink into the younger man's collarbone, as it's getting very close to being just a little too much. Words stir, unformed, in the depths of his throat, and his hands move to stop him—

But when all goes still, air filled with only panting breaths, he doesn't need to.

Hector leaves the afterglow (?) hang over them for a moment before he pushes himself upright. His face is still flush, and his eyes still hazy from the sex as they wander Fandaniel's torso, to his face.

He gives a weak, breathy laugh, and pushes his hair back and out of his face. ]

Fuck. You're a mess.

[ Fandaniel's aware, so he prepared ahead of time. Hector, however, let's just say Fandaniel is looking forward to the reaction when he finds out.

As his own flash of bliss trails off and he's left biting his lip when Hector moves, sitting up, while his softening dick is still in him, the motion jostling sensitive flesh, he can only give the older man a look, eyebrows raised, and then, after that initial bit of biting back that groan, a breathy laugh. ]

Said the kettle to the pot, is that the saying? Aren't we lucky, then, to have chosen to do this next to a hot spring?

[ No shame in slithering their way back into the water and recuperating there, clearly. ]

[ Just pretend Fandaniel gets a very bewildered What the fuck?! message after this, for his own laughing pleasure.

Hector laughs at that. He can't imagine what he looks like right now. Been a while since he hasn't had to worry about being discreet.

He lifts himself up and off Fandaniel with a little sigh, what spend the other man gave him dripping out over back to him once more, then reaches to grab the towel he wore into the baths. He gives himself a quick wipe-off before tossing it Fandaniel's way. ]

And good thing it's just digital, right?

[ They don't have to actually worry about dirtying the baths. And so he doesn't! He slides back into the water, cleansing himself of the cum and sweat. Ahhh. ]

Edited (important detail) 2023-09-19 13:33 (UTC)

[ Fandaniel gives a quiet hiss as Hector lifts himself off of him, but that's all apart from lingering on the cool stone ground before pushing himself up. In part, he's pausing briefly to clean up, uh, outside the game. He'll move soon enough, though, sliding back into the hot spring to be alongside the older man once more.

Together, they can taint the warm waters with their digital leavings... for all of five minutes until it all just goes away, since none of it is real. ]

There are some perks to it, I'd say.

[ Easy sex, no worries about STDs, some level of anonymity, no clean-up needed, uh, in the game, anyway. At this point, Fandaniel does give a faint huff of amusement and peers up at Hector as he sidles in close to him, to lean against him comfortably. ]

Although, [ Pause for suspense here. ] You may want to check your pants.

Edited 2023-09-22 00:23 (UTC)

[ Fandaniel comes in close, and Hector's got the sake already poured for them by the time he arrives. He hands him one of the cups and loops an arm around him. This is nice.

—Except he doesn't get to relish in the wind-down for very long. ]

Hm?

[ He blinks and his avatar freezes for just a moment, but comes back roaring to life with loud laughter. ]

Oh, I'm the mess.

[ It takes him a moment to calm down from this. Hold on.

Deep breaths, a sigh... ]

I'll deal with it later.

[ And he settles in to finish his drink. ]

[ With Hector coming back laughing so much, Fandaniel can't help but burst into laughter as well. It's rather contagious and he's left grinning as he gets around to sipping his own glass of sake. ]

Mm, no need to rush off. Just the slightest of downsides, I suppose.

[ Hector grins at Fandaniel when he laughs in turn. That's...a pretty cute laugh, though he won't admit it.

No need to rush off, indeed. He'll get around to cleaning that up later. But for now, he's content here to sit in the warm water with his arm around Fandaniel, finishing off the sake and the snacks. ]

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