SEXUAL SMUT Hibiscus Room

OBERON


Oberon let out a soft gasp as he felt himself being pulled in, the warmth of his touch burned his skin, almosted calling out to him to melt into his touch and lip. His eyes fluttered shut, as he could feel Ariam every movement, his tongue, his fingers. It felt like flames dancing on his skin, was the fae a fire fae. With how much he burns with passion. Oberon lets out tiny sounds and pants at the feeling of his tongue inside him again dancing a lovers dance. Slow and careful, distracting from what Ariam was doing, preparing. He didn't realize till he felt the first push, which made him whimper. His toes curled as he made a face of discomfort at the feeling of it.

He had done it once or twice before but never got the hang of it. Unsure how to do it properly, and was too scared to ask for aid or look online in case someone would find out. Oberon velvet walls clutched around Ariam finger as he moved, making Oberon wings flick up and his head to arch back as he felt another one and another slowly enter him, as he moved in such teasing rhythm that was slowly driving the fae insane. Stretching him out. "A-Ariam, it-it feels weird, like your gonna break me apart with your fingers" He whimpers his answer out, as his nail dug into the taller fae skin. He was panting and struggling to breathe.

"I'll fill you here soon, love. Breathe deeply for me"

Oberon did as he was told, taking breath he forgot to take, deep in then out then in again. Unsure what he was planning, to stretch him more to keep teasing him with the taste of pleasure of pain. "A-Ariam" he let out a soft whine, his body a flamed with want and need, his cock begging for release at how close to the edge he was. His body relaxing slightly as he kept breathing, calming down, his walls didn't held on as tight.


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Such sweet panting filled the room, Oberon's hips shaking from the gentle intrusion. Ariam did what he could to resist the urge to smile at the whimpering, moving from resting their foreheads against one another to pressing soft kisses against Oberon's, but it was difficult. "You won't break. I have you. You're doing well." he coaxed softly. It was the inexperience talking, he was sure, but if Oberon asked him to stop, he would. The interesting thing was that he was simply stating that he felt like he was going to break, instead of asking to not be. Would he have been happy to be broken, at his face? It was much to think about.

As soon as Oberon seemed relaxed enough for full penetration, his whining more out of longing than discomfort, Ariam withdrew his fingers, now pressing his palms into the younger fae's hips. "Tell me if it's too much, little lily. Pinch or tap if the words do not come to you." he instructed, eyes finding Oberon's to ensure that the meaning of his words was getting across, before he pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

And so, slowly, he pulled the other even closer, until the tight ring of his ass was pressed against the tip of his cock. The descent was as delicious as it was deliriously painful due to the wait of it all, his dick slowly filling Oberon until he was full up to the hilt, their bodies as close as physically possible. Ariam moaned lowly, eyes briefly shut, hands gripping Oberon's waist with a touch too much strength compared to earlier, only relaxing once the moment had stilled. "You feel wonderful..." he whispered against the fae's ear, using his hands to guide Oberon's hips into a thrusting motion against him to meet his hips in a languid rhythm.
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Oberon was happy with the sound of his voice, it kept him grounded, his lips quivering under his lips. As he moved his fingers just right, not having the right words to speak as he told him. Only letting a tiny whimper and a nod at his request, hearing him. It felt empty, lonely without him inside, he already missed Ariam fingers as he pulled out. He kissed back, his nails dug into his skin as he whimpered.

The smaller fae let out a soft cry, he hidden his face into Ariam's shoulder. Unable to stop himself from biting down on his skin as he pulled him down. It hurt so much, his rim stretched even wider than his fingers prepared him for, Oberon took breath, as his mouth. Soft muffled whimpers echoed out of him, as his own scent was stronger than ever, it hurt but hurt just right it burned just right. As he moved down and down, till he felt all of it inside him. He could feel him deep inside, it felt like he was in the deepest part of him.

He let out a soft, needy sound, "A-Ariam-" he could feel how tight Ariam held him, the marks that would be left from it and how he felt inside him, his walls twitched when he said he felt amazing. "D-don't say that- ah!" they moved again, it was slow and careful. with Ariam words echoing his head, making Oberon it made him practically moan the man's name into his ear, as his movement stiff slowly began to relax.

His hips rocked forwards, his own cock pressed between them with pre-cum spilling and rubbing against their chest. His nail digging deeper as they move, "Ariam… Ariam" he says almost like a prayer as he kept moving, rocking and rocking. Careful, as he followed the man's movement, everything in his body begging him to quicken, to move faster. It felt like torture to him- "more…" he demanded, "give me more…" he wanted to move his hips just a bit faster but the grip held him in place. He can ride a horse he can ride this man, he was sure of it.


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Within this room, the outside world had no hold on them. There would be no gawking, no judgmental glances, no hushed whispers about their appearances, what they had and what they lacked. There were no politics, no outsiders, no lost opportunities between them. Ariam revelled in the tight heat so generously engulfing him, unphased by the biting and scratching. Whatever Oberon needed to steel himself, he would have. Whatever Ariam could give, he would.

They rocked against one another in a clumsy, needy rhythm, sweet nothings tumbling from Ariam's lips into Oberon's ears without ceasing. He lapped at the shell of the younger fae's ear, nibbling along the lobe, sometimes catching the damp skin of his jaw and cheek with tender kisses. "You're doing so well, love... Do you feel how perfectly I fit inside of you? Like I was meant to claim you, to please you?" he whispered raggedly, breathing sharply punctuated, "I'm perhaps the luckiest fae to ever exist..."

Oberon picked up the rhythm, bucking against him with more force, more need, his dick knocking against Ariam's stomach with every thrust. Ariam loosened his grip, shifting his fingers to unobtrusively stroke the lean muscles of Oberon's thighs, allowing him full range of movement atop him. His face was pink from both the heat and the exertion, his Adam's apple bobbing deep in his throat.

"Fuck, Oberon..." The swear tore out of him with an uncharacteristic hiss as their hips met more roughly than before, the word ascending from a mere expletive to a holy word from his tone alone. Even the pet names were lost in that moment, replaced by him and him alone. Oberon, Oberon, Oberon... Ariam leaned back and wrapped his fingers around Oberon's cock, stroking him to follow each thrust, expression both hungry and reverent.
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