[m] House call

Lips found his mouth once more, but did not linger, their touch moving down. A soft moan escaped, everything sent shivers down his spine. It was all so very overwhelming, but in a good way. His wish was to lose himself, feel every touch, every sensation and let it take over completely.

He gasped silently as his body tensed light when Lamar’s fingers moved even lower. The way Lamar acted helped him relax into the touch. He surrendered completely to the way Lamar took care of him, his calm and gentle approach, thoughtful of his well being.

Míngzé's body responded instinctively, his body arching into the touch, his breathing steadying as he grew familiar with it all. His fingers dug into Lamar's skin, pulling him closer. No, he needed him closer. “Don’t stop,” he said to the best of his capabilities, his voice hoarse.

A deep kiss found its way back to his lips when he pulled the man in closer. The bite only caused him to want more. Gods, had he lost control over everything.

His body responded eagerly to each and every touch. Sounds rolling over his lips no matter how he tried to stay silent. His hips moving in union with the move’s made by Lamar’s hands. Whatever slight discomfort there was did not linger long enough to truly matter.

Teeth softly punctured his skin and Míngzé tilted his head to the side for easier access. In the moment he did not care what marks might be left. All of them would be better than the deep ones decorating his arms already. These at least carried with them good memories so he would welcome them with open arms.

For now he trusted Lamar completely to lead him through it. He anticipated the moment, wanting the other to feel all these wonders too, to enjoy himself to the fullest, it is what he deserved.

These new marks that decorated his skin brought forth a weird combination of slight pain filled with pleasure. His breath hitch as the man placed another one, a sharp contrast against his pale skin. Míngzé leaned into the touch some more. Lamar’s tender assault on his body drove him crazy.

Nothing was left from those memories from earlier. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

At the withdrawal of his fingers he took a moment to take a deep shuddering breath. He became more aware of every part of Lamar towering above him and it made him so extremely weak. The kiss Míngzé gave him spoke about his desire and lust in that moment.

All that left his lips was a clear ‘hmhm’ accompanied by a nod. His voice would only betray him at this point. No matter how stupid this was, no matter how his body ached now and would even more so later, he would not be the one stopping this. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t.

Míngzé spread his legs slightly, enough to grant Lamar easy access. His hands lay on the other’s thighs, his fingers brushing past his skin. “Make me yours,” he could hear himself whisper softly with anticipation. At least for today Míngzé was his and his alone.

His hands found Lamar, helping him as his own breath hitched the moment it happened. Each time he made sure to move with him, match the pace the other was going for. He was completely and utterly at the mercy of someone else and it fueled him with pleasure and desire.

Never had he thought they would end up here, as close together as possible. Sounds Míngzé no longer was able to keep to himself rolled over his lips. His eyes squeezed shut as his head rolled back.

But Lamar never gave him time to catch his breath, it was almost unfair. The kisses made him hungry for them, for him. Míngzé wanted his taste on his lips but as he searched for those lips, Lamar had already moved down. How totally unfair. How maddening. How perfectly good. Each breath came in ragged gasps.

One hand found its way to Lamar’s long with locks, his fingers moving though it before he held him. His other was planted on Lamar’s butt and his fingers curled as he wanted to pull him even closer, which was no longer possible.

A small window where he could catch his breath came, but luckily not too long. Míngzé felt like he would not survive otherwise. His head leaned into the soft touch against his cheek and he cupped the hand in his own, bringing to his lips for a soft, lingering kiss. When Lamar started moving once more, it was even better than before. It felt right and he let himself be carried away by it as he easily followed the rhythm, letting Lamar guide him through it.

It was almost as if the man was everywhere all at once. Even when the fleeting touch of his lips or teeth was gone, he could still feel it linger. Míngzé’s whole being was being consumed by this man. Not one place was left untouched. In that moment he was sure he would give himself completely.

The need to be closer made him hook his legs around Lamar’s as his body arched more into him. Waves of pleasure were sent through him each time Lamar moved, leaving him breathless as he gasped for air.

Gone was the carefulness from before, making way for a rougher side he had not yet seen from the man. Oh and how he reveled in it. “Please,” the plea rolled over his lips in desperation. He pressed his forehead against the man’s shoulder as his hands were now placed on either side of Lamar’s shoulder blades, nails clawing in his skin at the rising pressure. Míngzé tilted his head back, bringing his mouth to Lamar’s ear. “Don’t— don’t hold back.” How difficult it was to utter even a single word.

If they kept this up, Míngzé was not sure how much longer he would be able to take it, until he would be pushed to the brink. His mind was spinning and his body felt like it was on fire. This dance driven by passion and desire they were having would be one he would feel later, once they were done.

Another kiss and his body moved up a bit as he tried to follow those lips. His hand slipped into the other’s hair, holding him tightly. “Good,” he breathed against those lips, going in for a kiss but not able to hold it for long.

His back arched, and he tilted his head all the way back as Lamar made him gasp for air. A jolt went through him uncontrollably. Míngzé’s pushed himself into him even more.

“Fuck.”

Last time he’d taken the lead, toyed with Lamar, and made him feel good. It had been pleasurable too, but nothing compared to this. The other had all the control, and he would let him do anything. To be at his mercy was absolute fucking bliss.

The tension was getting too much to bear, the sensation too overwhelming. Míngzé’s body had become a mess of impulses over which he had zero control. Each touch sent sparks through him, amplified by the way Lamar moved.

Lamar's warm breath was nearly enough to push him over the edge completely, but Míngzé held back with the last of his restraint. It was the voice that followed, vibrating through his whole being, that was the final straw.

Wave upon wave of intense pleasure washed over him the moment he let go, his whole body trembling as it happened. His fingers dug even deeper into the other's back, needing him throughout. How he wanted to hold the man tightly, having him absorb every sound as he could no longer take it.

He was blessed with the bed under him as he was not sure if he could carry his own weight at the moment. Exhaustion washed over him as he was completely spent. But he did not let go of Lamar; he would make sure the other would not be left behind. With what little strength he had, he brought his lips to the other’s ear, kissing the delicate spot below before softly sucking on his earlobe. He would not let go of him until he felt Lamar give in too.