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as she watches him undress it’s difficult to tell what enchants her more; the way he removes his shirt in one swift movement, or how his shadows which had lingered on her skin just moments before remove his boots. but when his nimble fingers reach for the lace she holds her breath, knowing that the best is yet to come. unconsciously a hand lifts to her ribs, fingertips digging into her skin as if to keep her hammering heart from escaping her chest, and she holds her breath as his pants drop. it shudders out of her at the sight of him; the way his cock twitches as he approaches her. nesta’s hand travels up her body and she cups her breast, teasing her throbbing nipples with her fingertips as she watches him. for a brief moment she imagines he’s going to kiss her and the ache in her core deepens with the promise of being able to wrap her legs around his waist; to feel him pressed against her.
but he does the unthinkable. just as he’s finally close enough to touch once again, he drops to his knees, and the knot in nesta’s stomach tightens at the sight – twists when his hands are finally on her, his movements bold and erotic. despite the fact that he’s kneeling before her, they both must know that he’s totally in control now. for once, she’s more than happy to yield; to let him do as he pleases to her. his teeth against the tender flesh of her inner thigh forces her to dig her nails into her skin, hard enough to leave angry marks on her breast. and with just a few caresses of azriel’s tongue against her core, she isn’t sure how much she can take of his teasing. a gasp is drawn from her lips when he slips a finger inside her, and another, and she writhes her hips against his face and fingers in encouragement. his words are like a weight in her stomach, and her eyes find his glistening up at her. there’s no doubt he’s easily the most beautiful male she’s ever seen; no doubt that she’ll let him do anything he wants to her, for as long as he wants to.
“i am ready for you.” she all but whimpers the words, fairly confident that they’re true, because the alternative is waiting. and she can’t wait much longer. not with his breath against her core, nor that look in his eye – wicked and alluring. it stirs her senses and tightens the knot in her stomach. as she runs her fingertips over her peaked nipple once more, nesta loosens her grip on the edge of the table to push a loose lock of dark hair from his face. "can you hear my pulse? i need you to fuck me to the beat of it."
& THERE IS GOLD THAT FLASHES IN HIS HAZEL EYES, alight with want and need for the made-fae before him. her hips roll into him and he suppresses the groan that begs to erupt from his throat. she slides away from him and the lack of feeling almost has him clawing after her.. but he does not. restraint must be shown in this type of play of power.. but he'd almost get on his knees for her. when she speaks her need, his dark gaze finds her face.. but when she continues, a smirk slides across his full lips. she needs him to take his clothing off. he could easily oblige such a request - and he does.
azriel stands, a scarred and waving away only his shirt she had untucked with skilled hands. his shadows take away his boots and anything else until he is left in only his pants. he wants to take these off himself, slowly, to watch the expressions change upon nesta's face. azriel unlaces the front, his cock begging to be freed. when they are loose, he pulls them down and lets them slip to the floor, pooling around his feet. azriel kicks them away with a smooth movement before stepping closer to nesta, eyeing her body with a calculated look. he knows exactly what he wants from her body and what he wants to give back. his cock twitches at the thought of being buried inside of her.
" what if i want to watch? " he asks her, a brow lifting. there's an arrogance that has come over him. azriel then sinks to his knees before her ; before she can do or say anything else. again: he knows what he wants from her body. scarred hands slide up her calves, then her thighs, and he yanks her up and forward so that her legs are over his shoulders. his mouth kisses and nips her inner thighs until he swears she's shaking. azriel slides his tongue along her glistening core, groaning at the heat there. her scent is driving him to the brink of insanity and his leaking cock begs to be touched. he ignores it all and slides his tongue between her, " mm. " azriel hums as he pushes his face to her skin. his tongue moves inside her, then slides up to roll against her clit. he still has his fingertips pressing into her thighs, to tug her as close as he can get to his face. after a few moments of playing with her clit, azriel slides a hand from around her leg to push a scarred digit into her. his tongue still works her but now in unison with his finger. when he finds he can push in a second, he does. " have to get you ready for me... " azriel murmurs against her skin, his hazel eyes flicking up to catch her gaze. his pupils are blown, his gaze positively feral yet something glitters - he's made for worship like this. but he knows if he does not prepare her, he'll never forgive himself for being reckless.. no matter how badly he wants to be inside of her, he refuses to cause her real harm.
for @valkyrd, from this meme.
“don’t stop what you’re doing, az. you wouldn’t believe how beautiful gwyn looks with your tongue in her.” more beautiful than nesta could put into words, with her rosy lips parted and an iridescent sheen across flushed cheeks. she’s never seen her friend look so alive. the sight is entrancing, and although they’ve been happily sharing azriel, it dawns on her that she wants to help him coax those sweet sounds of delight from her gwyns perfect lips.
“— you look incredible.” nesta murmurs, trailing kisses to the milky skin of her throat. she marvels at the honeyed scent that emanates from her and her walls clench around azriel’s cock as she breathes her in. instinct takes over, and her lips travel down gwyn’s chest until she reaches the fullness of her breast. azriel’s hips buck against hers, as if sensing her every move and encouraging her, and nesta curls her arms around her friend’s lithe waist to steady herself, focused entirely on teasing lazy circles around her hardened nipple. the sound of a moan meets her. it’s her own. curious silver eyes lift up to find teal orbs, to read her features, and she sucks gwyn's perfect breast into her mouth to stifle the sounds of her own pleasure.
AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON as Ben
Savages (2012)
nesta isn’t sure which sound she likes more: azriel’s flesh slapping against her own, his guttural moan on her tongue, or the promise of his words.
“ we could fuck for days and never stop… ”
they wash over her, a white hot heat coursing through her body and travelling to her extremities. she curls her fingertips into her palms, dispelling the urge to let the pent up energy flow from her. once she’s satisfied that the burn of flames will remain within, her hands are on him again. fingers twist into the dark mess of hair at the nape of his neck, while the other travels down to his hips, her nails clawing at him in encouragement with each thrust. he may just fuck her into oblivion and she’d welcome it, all she can do is arch her body into his and try to hold on. she’s so captivated by where their bodies join, the way she feels with him buried to the hilt, that it takes a moment for her to register that they’re no longer in the dining room; that the wood beneath her has been replaced by something softer.
the sensation of fingertips on sensitive skin calls her back to her senses, and a small sound of disappointment escapes her when his tongue is no longer gliding against hers; soon replaced by a moan when his lips find her nipple in a way that makes her grind her hips up against his. “ fuck azriel. ” nesta hisses, eyes closing to shield herself from the stars that burst in her vision each time he pounds into her core. it's all she can do it focus her breathing on not falling apart just yet. it had alwats been obvious to her that he’d be a good fuck but she hadn’t anticipated this. he’s fucking her to the point of weakness, every muscle in her body seems to tremble beneath his thrusts, and his words threaten to make her come undone.
“ slower… ” the word escapes her through gritted teeth, and she finds the strength to meet his thrusts with her own, dictating a more deliberate pace, one that allows her to savour every inch and curve of him as he brushes her sensitive core. soon she finds the strength to manoeuvre them so that she can be on top. the new angle of his member inside of her is dizzying and she kisses azriel while she steadies herself, her tongue grazing his. she presses a finger to his throat, darkened eyes full of warning “ – don’t come yet. as much as i'd like to feel you spill inside me, i need to taste you first. ”
his words from earlier flood back to her. that he might like to watch. and she leans back to give him a good view of her body, of the place where their bodies connect as she rides him, one hand gripping his strong thigh while the other finds her clit. her thumb caresses the bundle of nerves, but her fingertips find the base of his cock and she strokes as much of him as he can as he slips from her cunt. nesta’s eyelids are heavy, but she keeps her gaze fixed on azriel’s face as she touches herself. it’s not the first time she’s pleasured herself with him as part of the fantasy. the flush of her skin deepens at the thought of some of her daydreams and she grinds against him, hips forming a figure eight and lips parted as her release draws closer. he had her close to the edge anyway. she would have come for him regardless, but taking back control helps her to relax enough for her body to give way to her climax. nesta’s hand stills, but she continues to ride him as her body shudders, his name a song on her tongue.
without taking a moment to catch her breath - still too full of lust to have any semblance of patience - nesta lifts her hips and lets his shaft spring free from her. it leaves her feeling empty and raw but she concentrates on fulfilling another desire. her lips find his skin, and she trails open mouth kisses across his neck and chest; her thumb sweeping his nipple curiously, to see if that’s something he might like. she moves lower, eyes alight once again as her tongue dips into the contours of his toned stomach, and she settles between his thighs.
something akin to delight crosses her features as she observes him, every inch still glistening with her arousal. she presses his length to his stomach, a curled finger teasing the veined underside, and follows her touch with the tip of her tongue; trailing him from balls to the head of his cock before sucking the swollen tip between her lips with a hum of satisfaction. her fingers curl around the base of his shaft and she’s utterly determined to take as much of him as she can. nesta relaxes her throat as she pumps the rest of him, but she has to release him, taps the head of his cock against her tongue before taking him again - further this time. her eyes sting with the effort, but she finds a steady rhythm and silently urges him to twitch and release for her; massages his balls with her free hand to stir him.
& HE KNOWS she wasn't as ready as she wanted or needed to be, but he lives to serve those who love him . . . and she was the exception. she didn't have to love him, she just had to respect him. so when her arms wrapped around him, his own wrapped around her body to cling her to him. his hips ground into her, his thrusting still in time with her hammering heart. azriel had no problem fucking her into the table, hoping the groaning wood wouldn't crack and splinter underneath them. in these moments, its when he feels the least control . . . when he feels the most like those war-mongering people who only want to breed, fuck, and fight. with nesta, he doesn't feel entirely that type of uncontrolled. it's a mutual lack of control . . . and he welcomes it.
a scarred hand slams back onto table to steady them as the other wraps around the back of her neck to hold her body up close to his as he fucks her. each time he slams his cock back into her tight core, he has to stifle a groan that threatens to escape. each movement is absolute bliss for the shadowsinger, but she doesn't need to know every thrust has him hurtling for the edge. it's the feel of her fluttering around his cock and her lips on his skin that sends a wildfire down his spine, directly to where they're joined.
azriel speaks, despite her teeth gripping his bottom lip, " you're fae now.. " she lets go and he smirks against her mouth, " we could fuck for days and never stop. " his mouth is on hers again, his fingertips pressing hard into her neck to bring her body flush up against his own. he pounds harder, the table groaning and shifting at his strength. azriel moans into her mouth, messily and uncharacteristically loud, just before he's picking her up off the table. his mouth doesn't leave hers as he walks, her legs around his waist. he shifts to his knees and places her back onto the carpet near the couch in the next room.
as if they hadn't moved, azriel resumes his ministrations and groans into her open mouth, his own still covering hers. his palm slides up her thigh, pulling her leg around him tighter. the other hand finds her breast, kneading the flesh there. rough fingertips pinch her nipple, then rolling the rosy bud between them. azriel breaks from their tonging and leans down to capture the peaked breast in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around her nipple the way he did her clit. " mmm. " he hums against her skin, pulling back slightly to look up at her. " i will taste you again. " it's not an ask, not a suggestion: he will. azriel flattens his tongue and slides it slowly against her breast, over the most sensitive part. " i will make you come on my tongue alone. " he moves back up to her face, brushing his lips against hers as he continues to slam his cock into her, " i will fuck you with my fingers until you're screaming for more. " to add emphasis, he pushes his hand between them and finds her clit. he rubs it in time with his thrusts and her heartbeat. he can feel her entire body sing with pleasure and he can feel himself pushing closer to the edge.
Rafe 100 percent loves , and I mean loves going down on his partners. There is just something about looking up at his partner and watching their expression change while he's doing so that brings him pleasure.
"Don't worry, you'll have me all to yourself later and I can bite you wherever you want me to."
SARAH SHAHI and ADAM DEMOS in SEX/LIFE 1x03 EMPIRE STATE OF MIND
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