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You raise your hand to the red door of a rather nice condo in downtown London, making a fist as you shakily pull your hand back to knock. You think you found the right place, but you’ve always been bad with directions. Getting outside was a feat in itself today. “The Whiteley” was the name of the property, painted neatly on a giant wooden sign at the mouth of the entrance.
You stand there on the steps, the cold, rainy spring day making your cheeks turn pink – you begin to fiddle nervously with the zipper on your navy blue hoodie, deciding that after a few seconds you can’t just wait on a stranger’s doorstep all day… finally deciding to build up the courage to raise your hand again to the door.
You begin to rap your knuckles against the wood absentmindedly as you look down, noticing your boot is untied- you suddenly hear the door unlock and open, your eyes widening when you realize your fist is still raised.
You look up quickly to meet the gaze of a rather tall man, a grin on his face as he makes eye contact with your receding hand.
“Fuck, sorry! I was looking over some content that I filmed and totally forgot…”
His blue eyes widen, a soft blush rolling across his cheeks as he brings a hand to run through his blonde, straight hair in an anxious gesture, clearing his voice softly before he continues.
“I totally forgot about… Fuck… I didn’t forget about you, I just lost track of time. My apologies.”
He smiles a bit sheepishly, holding his hand out for you to shake it as he flips his hair out of his face, his smile dazzling.
“It’s so nice to finally put a face to a name, though! I know that we’ve had conflicts in our schedules, and I apologize about that too..."
You gaze up at him, a bit awestruck over how... Handsome he is. I mean, you saw his introductory video, and you knew he was cute, but...
You realize you're just staring at his hand as you come to your senses, your eyes widening again as you slip your palm over his.
His grip is gentle, but firm as he cups your hand in his, his long fingers curling over the back of your knuckles- your knees grow a tad weak as you clear your throat, flustered. He pretends not to notice this as he smiles again, his voice dropping to a gentle whisper.
"It's a pleasure to meet you.”
He releases your hand with... Is that a smirk? Before he steps back to allow you inside, the apartment more spacious than you thought as you look around- it is clean and organized, you observe, following as he walks you through the entryway into the kitchen / dining room area. The man turns to you, talking with hands as he smiles again.
"So as I said in our messages, one on one sessions typically run about an hour, sometimes longer... It just depends on the depth of the pieces we are working on, what I'm teaching you..."
He leads you to the living room where a very expensive-looking, large, dark brown grand piano sits, a smile exploding across his face when you look up at him, impressed. He laughs, continuing to talk, his chuckle punctuating his words.
“I am… excited… to see what you can do.”
You swallow softly, stunned, a blush of your own bleeding behind your cheeks as you think about him saying those words again… Just in a different context. It really is a dumb idea, immediately falling for your new piano teacher you just found online randomly, but here you are. God. He is cute…
He nods to the piano bench as you two sit side by side, his elbow and bicep brushing against yours- he smiles again at you, clearing his throat anxiously as his gaze flits between your hands at the keys, pausing every so often to look at you. His eyes are kind, paired with his smile… He’s charming. Naturally. It puts you at ease.
“So… You said you were interested in learning how to move away from classical piano to more modern pieces? If I remember our conversation correctly…”
You nod, stammering softly as your gaze holds his, your knees weak again as you answer him.
“Yeah, I... I can’t seem to teach myself, and I’ve always wanted to know how to play more… Contemporary music…”
He nods softly as he grins, making a gently sweeping motion towards the keys, his focus on your fingers as you clear your throat and begin to play.
It is one of your favorite songs at the moment, The Night Does Not Belong To God, by Sleep Token- you’ve recently found their music and have become a die-hard fan rather quickly, the boys capturing your heart with their antics. Vessel is your favorite of course.
He smiles as he watches you, his brow crimping at the… All too familiar melody. He’d know it anywhere. Fuck, he wrote it. At this piano. As you get lost in the melody you come to the bridge, your fingers dancing along the keys as you hum the lyrics.
“The whites of your eyes
Turn black in the low light
In turning divine
We tangle endlessly.”
You open your eyes when you hear him softly humming along, note for note- his voice, even humming, is hauntingly beautiful- your fingers come to a halt, still on the keys as you tilt your head in stupor, confused by the feeling you have in your gut.
You are ripped from your daydream as you hear him slowly begin to clap, a toothy grin on his face- he leans in, his voice softening with praise as he winks at you.
“Very nice… I quite like that song. How much of their stuff have you listened to?”
His question is casual, but you jump at the opportunity to talk about Sleep Token- your eyes gleam as you list off your favorite songs, his eyes lighting up when he hears you say the name “Jericho.”
He nods, chuckling as he runs a hand to rub the back of his neck, seeming to stretch lightly as he tries to stifle his laugh.
“Ah, that’s a good one! One of my favorites, too. You like their old old stuff, huh?”
You nod, smiling again as you try to reign in the beast that is a Sleep Token fangirl. You are unsuccessful, sitting up as you fall silent to attempt to play the song from their second EP.
He begins to tap his foot as you play the first note, keeping time as he begins to hum the lyrics- his voice, again, is beautiful, hauntingly so as your fingers glide over the intro.
He sings suddenly, his deep, velvet voice taking you completely off guard as he closes his eyes into an inhale, his shoulders moving with his words, his head tilting to the side as he feels the lyrics.
You hear him growl the words,
“Say my name again...”
You slam your hands down on the keys as you pant softly, recovering fairly quickly- it is too late as he’s seen your reaction, a cheeky grin on his face as he leans in gingerly.
“I’m sorry, was that too much? That song is quite... Intimate.”
You shake your head, clearing your throat as you continue to play, tripping over the keys as you’re now frazzled. He smiles at you tenderly, his nimble hands moving to hover over yours, his tone understanding and empathetic.
“You’re doing a very good job… May I?”
You look slightly up at him as he scoots closer to you on the bench, his warm, lean body pressing to yours- you nod as your mouth goes dry. He runs his fingers from your knuckles to ghost over your digits, his long, cold piano fingers guiding your keystrokes. You’re unfocused due to him touching you, your gaze not leaving him as he watches his hands press into yours- he finally registers that you’re looking at him, his brow softening from focus to relaxed as your eyes meet.
He studies your face, flushed and all, his head inclining to the side as he begins to sing the next part of the song, his falsetto whisper knocking the wind out of you.
“My hands are not worthy… My hands are, not worthy…”
You feel him play the piano over your fingers, his hands warming yours as you begin to sing the other part of the song.
“Til’ I wake I, dine on old encounters
Til’ I wake I, til’ I wake, I…”
You look up at him and it finally clicks, your eyes nearly falling out of your skull as you gasp loudly, bringing your hands to your chest as your voice cracks.
“Holy FUCK, wait, wait wait wait wait…”
You stare up at him, your body beginning to tremble as his grin grows wider, his voice steady and calming.
“Shh, shh shh… Deep breath…”
You inhale through your nose, exhaling through your mouth hurriedly- he closes his blue eyes and inhales before he opens them, his hand moving to rub your back softly- You stare up at him, wide eyed as he laughs softly, shaking his head, the goofy grin on his face returning.
“Did that help? Are you calm now?”
You swallow softly, incredibly intrigued by the conclusion you just watched him draw from your reaction- you register his words, nodding gingerly as you feel him run a hand to the top of your shoulders, feeling him knead the back of your neck softly- you don’t know why he’s touching you like this, but you don’t pretend not to like it.
He looks at you for a minute, the tensions between the two of you reaching a fever pitch. You turn your knees to face him, your head tilted up to meet his gaze as he’s turned to you, his eyes trained on your lips. You find your voice as you murmur his name, confirmed by the fire behind his eyes.
“V…Vessel?”
He bites the left corner of the inside of his lip as his eyes flit down, soft sigh barely audible as he exhales through his nose in an anxious attempt to quickly think through the present situation. He rises as he holds his hand out to you, a smile cracking on his apprehensive face as he murmurs softly.
“Come with me. Do you like earl grey?”
You nod gently, your eyes still locked on his as the thoughts race through your head like horses on a track- How did you land yourself in this? I mean, pop off queen, good job, but… How? You stand up to follow him as he turns to guide you to the kitchen through a couple of doorways- you stumble over your feet as he turns back to catch you by your forearms, pulling you to him instinctively as he chuckles under his breath- he smells… Incredible. Sandalwood and mint…
“Hey… Careful… You’re a clumsy one, aren’t you? Do I have to carry you?”
You roll your eyes, standing back a bit as you let go of your grasp on him, narrowing your eyes as your arms come to cross over your chest.
“No, you don’t have to carry me… I can walk just fine.” He tilts his head slightly as his eyebrows raise, his blue eyes sarcastic as he pivots on his heels to continue on his way to the kitchen to make you tea.
You give his back a puzzled look as he walks away from you, rolling your eyes again at his anxious, but collected façade. You know who he is. Who Vessel is. How is he so calm?
You huff as you follow him into his spacious kitchen, walking around to the other side of the island as he fills up the stainless-steel teapot, turning the knob on the gas range as the flame kicks on- he turns the dial to a medium setting, a hand moving to his lower back to stretch a bit as he sucks air in through his teeth.
You lean slightly over the marble island, your elbows propping you up as your brow crinkles in curiosity, watching as Vessel turns to face you. He clears his throat, swooping his blonde hair out from his eyes- Jesus Christ, he is hot. His smile is warm as he mimics your pose, his British accent pronounced as he says what you’ve been waiting to hear for the last seven minutes.
“I’m going to ask that you don’t tell anyone about this. I know I could ask you to sign an NDA, but I don’t want to give our… Sessions… any room for resentment. I want you to get what you want out of my teaching you…”
His voice trails off as his blue eyes slip from yours to your mouth, realizing that your jaw was slightly open in disbelief. He hasn’t explicitly said that he’s Vessel, but there is no way he’s not. Unless he’s some weird creep trying to impersonate a masked frontman. The idea escapes you as he turns to a cupboard up high to retrieve two boxes of tea, his endeavor of little effort due to how tall he is- he’s gotta be at least 6’2, maybe taller…
“Plain earl grey, or earl grey with lemon?”
Your eyes move between the boxes, your gaze squinting in indecisiveness – you decide on the regular earl grey, Vessel nodding in agreement as he pulls out two teabags, tossing them on the island in front of you. He closes one of the boxes, turning back around to put them back where he found them- you’re stunned someone his age, a bachelor (you assume…) is this cleanly. It turns you on, realizing you need to do some internal reflection as being clean is the bare minimum…
He clears his throat loudly, ripping you from your daydream yet again- he chuckles softly as he watches you nervously shuffle to sit on the barstool in front of the island, facing the stove, grinning goofily as he shakes his head twice before walking back over to the cabinet above the stove. He grabs two mugs, turning back around as he sets them on the marble, throwing the teabags into the cups as his gaze flicks up to yours.
“So, this is the part where you say something…”
You shake your head to rid it of the million thoughts buzzing behind your eyes, opening your mouth to squeak out.
“Yes, uh… I mean, no… I don’t need to sign anything…”
Your breath catches as you try to stop yourself from what’s about to come out of your mouth, futile in your efforts.
“I’m excited to be your student… If you’ll have me.”
A rolling fire flickers behind his gaze like a wildfire, a smirk sneaking across his face as he taps his long piano fingers along the cool marble countertop. Your eyes fix on how large his hands are, swallowing hard as you hear the words snake from his mouth in a low rumble.
“I’d love to have you…”
Your eyes widen as you take a small step back, shocked at the change in his demeanor.
He IS Vessel, you think, a hand flying to press your fingertips to your mouth to catch a gasp- it turns into a sharp inhale, not going unnoticed by him as he cackles softly, turning to the stove oncemore.
Vessel pulls the kettle just as it starts to whistle, his shoulders still shaking in amusement as he turns to pour the scalding liquid into the mugs. You watch him pour the tea kettle, catching him nodding again softly, proud of himself for filling it with the perfect amount of water beforehand.
You inhale deeply as he turns once again, grabbing honey off of the countertop, hearing him hum a familiar song softly… Alkaline, you think to yourself. You smile as he stirs honey into both of the mugs, picking up and blowing on yours, his voice stern as he hands you the cup, leaving the handle open so you can grab it without burning yourself.
“Hot. Be careful.”
You take the mug hurriedly as he’s gripping it by the cup, no doubt his fingers burning as he holds it out to you- he smiles and chuckles airily as you jump, taking the mug hurriedly as you chide him.
“Oh, fuck, Vessel don’t-…”
His gaze flicks to yours as he raises his mug to his lips, looking at you over the top of the cup- your breath is stolen from your lungs, a smirk on his face as he shakes his head softly- you can tell that he likes it when you call him by his stage name.
“I’m a musician. My fingers are calloused. I’m okay, darling, I promise.”
He winks, smiling as he raises his mug slightly, his eyes landing on your mouth as you bring your mug to your lips.
“But thank you for thinking of me. That’s very… Considerate.”
You smile at him and nod back, blowing on your earl grey before you sip it, looking up at him with wide eyes. You didn’t realize how… Enticing the gesture looks, his gaze becoming tortured as he looks away, his stare rolling up to the ceiling as he inhales slowly. He exhales as he grips the mug in both hands, resting it on the counter- he curses under his breath, his voice slightly strained from self-control.
“Goddammit…”
You look at him puzzled, setting your mug down as you tilt your head to the side in question. He swallows hard, his face becoming rather flushed as he stammers, stopping to close his eyes and inhale. He clears his throat, his blue eyes opening to flick to yours.
“You are incredibly… Distracting. When you do that. It makes it hard to focus on getting back to the piano.”
Your puzzled look only increases in intensity as you bring the mug to your lips again, watching him purse his lips together as he grips the side of the countertop. His gaze darkens, his brow furrowing slightly as a gruff slips from his throat, his words full of promises, not just teasing.
“That. When you do. That. When you look at me like that.”
Vessel takes a step towards you as you nearly drop the mug, still perched on your little barstool as he saunters right up to you, standing between your legs. You stare up at him as he smirks down at you, leaning ever so slightly so you have to crane your head back a bit to hold his gaze. He whispers, his breath sweet with honey as he chuckles softly, his voice still low- there’s a hint of… Seduction, in it, the way his eyes become lidded adding to the allure.
“I feel badly wasting our session with something as trivial as tea, but…”
He runs his fingertips along the side of your neck, his fingers slipping to your hair- he massages your scalp gently with his fingertips, his long fingers cradling the back of your head as his other hand rests on your side. You gasp as your eyes flutter, hard, your hands instinctively moving to his sides as you grip his shirt. He chuckles lowly, suddenly gripping a fistful of your hair, shaking your head once as his lips move to hover over your ear. He growls, Vessel taking over his headspace as he hisses in your ear.
“Do you like that?”
Without thinking you turn your head to kiss him gingerly at first, the both of you surprised by the action momentarily. He’ s the first one to react, wasting no time in taking your face in his hands as he kisses you back excitedly- he’s careful to remain respectful, breaking the kiss to pant softly against your mouth, his whispers concerned as his blue eyes search your face.
“Is this okay? May I kiss you again?”
You nod almost immediately, the both of you hungry for each other as your lips crash back together, the tension in the living room reprised in the now sweltering kitchen- he removes his hands from your face as he leans down to pick you up, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist as he hoists you up to get a better grip on you.
You giggle loudly, squealing softly as you look down at him, the goofy smile on his face making yet another appearance as he gazes up at you- you move your fingertips to each side of his jaw, slipping your thumbs to his cheeks as you now take his face in your hands. Vessel tilts his head up to meet your hungry, unhurried kiss as he groans against your mouth softly, his eyes fluttering as you run a hand to his hair. His gaze only darkens more, feeling your nails rake along the back of his head. He swings you around to walk out of the kitchen, your arms flying to wrap around his shoulders as he carries you to the base of the stairs- you squeal, gripping him tightly, terrified that he’s going to hurt himself- you don’t give a fuck about you.
“I swear to god, Vessel, if you drop me… Don’t hurt yourself please… I can walk if-…”
He shushes you almost immediately, his brow furrowing as he looks up at you- his blue eyes search your face, his gaze lightly irritated at the fact that you think he can’t carry you without hurting himself.
“You are light, my dear. I’m working out for tour anyway. You’re helping with my cardio.”
With that he swiftly carries you up two flights of stairs, his grip never faltering as he navigates down the hall effortlessly- he walks through a dark doorway, throwing you on the bed. You squeak as you hit the mattress, once again terrified that you’ll break something. A light in the hallway bleeds into the bedroom, the warm glow giving the dark bedroom an enticing mood. Vessel smirks, turning to a dresser against the wall in front of the bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket- he presses the power button to another expensive looking Bluetooth speaker, the pairing sound dinging as his phone connects to it.
You pout softly, attempting to use your new powers for evil- you slip off your hoodie, throwing it to the floor as you prop yourself up on the heels of your palms, crossing your legs as you stretch out, elongating your body with an airy, high-pitched sigh. His head tilts to the side as he bids to turn around, his gaze remaining dark as his blue eyes settle on you.
You smile dazzlingly at him, reaching out a hand, making a grabby motion for the phone in his fingers. Vessel's brow crimps momentarily until he figures out what you want, holding his phone up in one hand as he tilts his head to the side slightly. You nod as he rolls his eyes, hesitant before giving in and handing you his phone.
“I don’t even have to ask what you’re doing, do I?”
You laugh, throwing your head back as you shake it side to side.
“No, no you do not. Are you going to complain?”
Vessel cracks his neck softly, rolling his shoulders back twice before he turns on his heels to face you, staring at you for a few seconds before he reaches behind himself, gripping his shirt by the shoulders as he tugs it up and off of him in one fell swoop, flipping his bangs out of his eyes as he drops the garment to the floor.
“Are you?”
Your eyes widen as you hurry to pick a song, queueing up a few more as your hands shakily navigate through Spotify- he has good taste; Chevelle, Periphery, Imminence, Dayseeker, Animals as Leaders…
The first song you picked begins to play through the speaker behind him, a good first choice. The piano comes in, his voice not far behind- the sounds he makes at the beginning of this one make him chuckle breathlessly, his toned abs and pecs rippling with laughter.
“Jaws, huh? I’m impressed.”
His gaze becomes panther-like as he saunters to the bed a few feet away, his knees meeting the mattress as he slips his way over to you- he hunches over your short frame, your head coming to rest against a few pillows propped up as your gaze holds his, his mouth hovering inches above yours as he whispers.
“I’m not here to be the savior you long for…”
He leans down to sing in your ear, nuzzling the helix with the tip of his nose.
“Only the one you don’t…”
You turn your head to capture his mouth again in a heated kiss, Vessel's control waning as you’re now in his bed. He growls into the kiss, a hand slipping quickly back to your hair as he firmly grips it- his mouth moves slowly against yours as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, your palms on his chest as he slips his tongue into your mouth.
Your body responds instinctively, your legs slipping to hook up over his hips as your hands slip down to his abs to trace the tight lines- he breaks the kiss, panting before kissing you again, hard, your palms flying to cup his face as he presses you into the mattress.
He’s trembling lightly as he pulls away, his voice cracking in desire as he whispers hoarsely down to you, his hands hovering over your stomach.
“May I take your shirt off?”
You laugh softly at how polite he is, a devilish look in your eyes as you nod up to him- you put your hand out to run your fingers oncemore down his stomach to his abs, the fleeting contact making his muscles contract.
“I appreciate you asking… Vessel…”
A genuine smile cracks on his lips as he begins to move his hands to bring your shirt up, your voice confident and sure as you lean up slightly to allow him to pull it off of you.
“You don’t have to ask again.”
Vessel rips the shirt off of you the moment the words leave your lips, a hand of his flying to the back of your neck, his grip gentle but firm to hold your neck and shoulders up to him as he kisses you hard, his other hand slipping to run down your chest. He dances his cool fingertips down your sternum as he breaks the kiss, peppering kisses from your lips, across your jawline, and finally down your neck. You impatiently lean up a bit more, your hands running behind you to undo your bra- he tuts softly, chuckling against your neck as he bites down gingerly, reaching behind you to move your hands away. He expertly unhooks the black lacy bra, slipping it off of you as he pulls back to look at your face.
Your skin is fully flushed, the blush visible even in the low light- his breath catches, his lips slightly swollen as his chest rumbles lightly. His eyes unhurriedly rake down your body, his pupils dilating as his gaze lands on your chest, his tongue slipping out to wet his bottom lip as he growls.
“You are… Mouthwatering.”
You gasp loudly as you lean up to meet his mouth in a searing kiss, him being the first to pull away to run kisses down your chin, throat, and collar. You tilt your head back to give him access, your back arching as you feel his hot, wet kisses slip down the dip of your throat to your sternum.
“Descending” plays in the background, the dark beat dropping after the first bridge- his seductive vocal runs fill your ears, your eyes rolling softly as you feel him take one of your nipples into his mouth- you head snaps down to watch him, his eyes already on you as he gazes up at you through his lashes. His blue eyes are hungry and dazzling as his chuckle reverberates against your breast, his brow furrowing in focus as he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple. He flicks it with his tongue, smirking as he pulls away- he takes the same breast in his hand, tilting his head to the side playfully as he puckers his lips softly to breathe a cool stream of air. He chuckles as your shoulders jerk, a soft whimper rising from your paralyzed throat- he presses the flat of his tongue against the bottom of your nipple, raking his tongue slowly up it with a groan as he takes the nub into his mouth again. He once again flicks the tip of his tongue against your overstimulated nipple, your eyes widening as you feel him softly bite down. A pleasured hiss rises from your throat as you knot your fingers in his hair, your grip unyielding as you yank his head to the side in a display of dominance- he quite enjoys this, his gaze narrowing with a rumbling, silent chuckle as he releases your nipple from his mouth, turning his head to repeat the same act on the other breast.
You are in utter shock as he nearly gets you off with his mouth on your chest, whimpers and gasps coming from your mouth every two seconds. Vessel is pleased with himself, the cocky aspect of his alter ego bleeding through his actions as he keeps his eyes on you the entire time. Fuck, he’s so good at that. He’s so fucking hot…
You shakily inhale as he pulls away from your chest to kiss your mouth again, his lips moving against yours unhurriedly as he runs his hands to your jeans- you smack away his hands as you runs yours to the waistline of his jeans, a dark growl escaping your own mouth. He chuckles again, smiling against the kiss as he pulls away, an eyebrow cocked excitedly as his eyes sparkle at the newly displayed gall.
“My my, pardon me… I thought I was flying this plane.”
You look up at him, practically drunk on the dopamine as your gaze turns to that of a starved animal- this does not go unnoticed as he leans down to kiss your lips tenderly, only once, one of his hands slipping through your hair to hold the back of your head.
“Mmm… You’re my dirty little copilot, aren’t you?”
You swiftly unbutton his jeans with a soft laugh, rolling your eyes as you agilely slip out from under him to flip him on his back with your palms, Vessel obliging as he joins you in laughter. You kiss down his stomach to his abs, gazing up at him as your tongue traces the pronounced lines- his head falls back against the pillow as he lets out a tortured groan, his hands automatically moving to your blonde hair. He runs his fingers through it, holding it back loosely in one hand as he reaches down to run his thumb over your bottom lip, that hand coming up to rest behind his head as he murmurs down to you. His voice is coarse with thirst for you, but also gentle at the same time.
“You… You don’t have to do that. You’re literally paying me for piano lessons. I should be doing this to you.”
Vessel tilts his head to the side, his eyes widening slightly as you continue to go lower and lower, stopping at the front of his boxers. His voice is a hoarse whisper as he licks his lips again, growling down to you.
“I’m going to do this to you.”
You nod softly, gazing up at him with wide eyes as you begin to kiss along his erection, a shaky inhale cutting through the dark room- you snicker softly as you lick and kiss towards his tip, his boxers now stained with precum. He gasps once, unable to stop his hips from bucking a couple of times before regaining the little control he has left. He watches you, stunned as you hook your thumbs over the elastic of his boxers, pulling them down to free his cock- he’s… Fuck. He’s… Big. Bigger than you thought. You clear your throat a bit nervously, composing yourself as his hands rerun through your hair to hold it a bit tighter- your gaze flicks up to his as you lower your head down to plant kisses along his tip, kissing down his shaft unhurriedly. He growls softly, rather impatiently, but that just makes you want to tease him more. You pull away, pouting softly before opening your mouth wide to stick your tongue out. You wrap your palm around his base, gripping him firmly as you slap his cock against your tongue with a giggle, his shoulders jerking as you do so about three or four times. A garbled moan escapes his throat, his eyes rolling as he tugs on your hair to let you know he enjoys it.
You smirk up to him, gathering your hair yourself, holding it back for him to grip it the way you like it with one hand- he thanks you with a smile, winking down at you as he watches you lower your mouth to him.
Vessel holds his breath, his abs taught as you take his rather sizeable cock into your mouth, your tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft as you moan softly- you begin to bob your head, wet sucking sounds filling the space between you as he begins to guide your mouth gingerly with the fist in your hair, your eyes fluttering as you giggle softly. He gasps out shakily, his jaw starting to flex as he groans.
“Fuck, you’re so… Fucking good at that… Oh my god…”
Vessel throws his head back into a loud moan as you sink him into the top of your throat, shaking your head from side to side so he can feel your gag reflex stifling. It’s taking everything in him not to thrust into the sensation, the thumb on his other hand moving to brush across one of your cheeks in an attempt to faintly distract himself- he thrusts slowly, lightly into your mouth, unable to hold back, his drawn-out groans turning growly as he coos down to you.
“Oh fuuuuuuuuuck… That’s a good… Goooood girl...”
His British accent lights something within you, your innocent, relaxed gaze turning sultry as your brow starts to crinkle- you glare up at him, determined as you bob your head against his cock furiously, sinking him all the way into your throat- his tip presses against the back of it, tears pricking your eyes as your body gags again to attempt to rid him of you. This is out of the question as you hold him in your throat, a growl stifled in your chest as you shake your head again side to side like a hungry shark tasting blood for the first time- you begin to bob your head again, deepthroating him every few strokes.
Vessel cries out, biting his lip hard to stifle the loud moan as you without warning plunged him into your throat, his grip white knuckled in your hair- his muscles are taught with pleasure, his body shivering as he barely holds back his hips from fucking your mouth. You nod softly, grunts and squeaks stifled in your throat- you don’t move your mouth from him, attempting to tell him what you want without words. You WANT him to fuck your face. You want him to do absolutely unthinkable things to you, things that will have to happen in sessions to come…
Vessel hisses, gritting his teeth as he bucks his hips shallowly, his groan stifled- he pants, growling as he watches you suck him off, his voice trembling as he inhales to speak.
“Jesus bloody H Christ… I’m gonna fuck your face if you keep that up. I’m trying to behave…”
You finally release him from your mouth, a string of spit connecting your bottom lip to the tip of his cock- you smile at him innocently, rubbing his tip along your bottom lip as you blink flirtatiously, panting softly from the exertion.
“But what if I want it?”
His eyes darken as he grips your hair tightly, almost painfully as he yanks your head back, leaning up to growl at you- he wants to have your full and total permission before wrecking your throat for days, maybe even a week or two.
“Say… Say that again… All of it…”
You gasp loudly, sucking in air through your teeth before your mouth hangs open in painful pleasure- your gaze turns lidded in arousal as you whisper to him, your words clear and pronounced.
“I want you. To fuck my face…”
You blink your eyes innocently, the name slipping from your mouth giving you both goosebumps.
“Please, Vessel…”
His face contorts into a determined grimace as he forces your head down onto him, an elated giggle escaping your mouth before he fills it- he snarls, his voice changing from slightly desperate to fully dominating, a dark, possessive energy rising to the surface as he begins to drag your head up and down his cock.
“I didn’t think you could get any prettier, but I stand corrected…”
He leans back against the pillow that’s propping him up slightly, reaching back behind him to rest his palm against the back of his neck, his body language casual, almost languid. He begins to propel his hips up into your mouth, his hips lifting lightly off the bed as he tilts his head to the side to finish his statement with a starved groan.
“You’re drop-dead gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.”
You gaze up at him unblinkingly as you prop yourself up on your elbows, laying between his legs as you deepthroat him. Your eyes widen as you nod submissively at his words- he laughs fleetingly, his grin fading as he begins to thrust harder into your mouth, the smile turning into a reprising, determined grimace. Your eyes roll as you begin to giggle almost maniacally, the sensation of him pounding the back of your throat blissfully erotic- your eyes unfurl from up your skull to meet his, the sloppy, wet sound of him fucking your face making you wet with little to no effort- you really didn’t need any help in that department as your panties were unashamedly soaked by the time he put the kettle on the stove for tea.
Your shoulders lightly heave as you gag involuntarily, easily recovering as you repress it unchallengingly- spit and slobber run down your chin, beginning to trail down your throat as he stares down hungrily at the scene before him. This goads the ravenous beast inside of him, a wolfish grin darting across his face as he opens his mouth into a silent, elated moan, leaning up slightly, tilting his head again as he begins to thrust unhurriedly into your mouth- his grip in your hair unmoving as he forces your head to still- he gasps with each thrust, holding himself in your throat for a few seconds as he closes his eyes, his head lulling back into a desperate whine before he growls.
“I could do this all day, darling. Fuck your beautiful, flustered face…”
You take him by surprise grabbing the sides of his thighs to instruct him to thrust up hard into your throat. He gasps into a raspy groan, leaning to sit up as he feverishly bucks his hips into your mouth. He grits his teeth as you moan excitedly with your face in his lap, the sound urging him to go harder, faster.
“Such a greedy little thing, yeah? So eager to be used, aren’t we, sweetheart?"
He suddenly yanks your hair back, pulling your mouth off of his cock as he grabs your throat just under your jaw, his grip once again possessive as he kisses you messily- You pull away, panting from the lack of air while being face-fucked, a smug, smoldering fire behind his gaze as he tilts his head flirtatiously, his lips hovering over yours as his eyes flick down to your messy, sloppy face. You blush furiously as your eyes widen at his egregious display of dominance- he acts like he’s about to kiss you before he turns his head to graze his mouth up your ear, his breath hot on your skin as he lowers his voice, his tone gentle, a stark contrast from what he says next.
"My pretty little cocksucker..."
Vessel releases your throat with a low chuckle, his hand moving up to slip his thumb across your chin to wipe it clean of spit as he gazes down at you, his stormy blue eyes vivid in the darkened room. The next song begins, the familiar sound of a harp playing through the Bluetooth speaker- he smiles, shaking his head softly with a short laugh, his hand lingering on your jawline as the song’s intro continues. He reaches his hands down to slip off his jeans and boxers fully, completely naked as you sit on your knees slightly beside him.
He throws them across the room, turning to you as he props himself up on an elbow, his demeanor oncemore relaxed as he leans in, unhurriedly brushing his fingers along the side of your neck to your hair- he cradles the back of your head as he pulls your mouth to his, whispering the lyrics.
“And you play… A twisted little game…
But I know in a way…
You need to complicate…
Believe… That though we never eat…
We still know how to feed…
We still know how to bleed, ohhhhh…”
He smiles against your lips as he kisses you, murmuring the chorus into your mouth.
“Suuuuuuugaaaaaar…
I’ve developed a taste for you, now…”
Your eyes flutter as you hear his seraphic voice call to you, the taste of his tongue intoxicating as he deepens the kiss. Vessel suddenly slips a hand to the small of your back, his other hand cradling the back of your head as he flips you over-he grins down at you as his hands move palm down to press against the mattress, his arms on either side of your shoulders as he once again tilts his head to the side to study you.
His blonde hair falls into his face as he leans down to kiss you again slowly, beginning to trail kisses down your chin and under your jaw- you feel a low chuckle vibrate your throat as he begins to kiss down it, his tongue rasping out to consume the spit that ran down your chin from the rough face fuck he gave you not even five minutes ago. The feeling of his warm, soft skin on yours as his chest grazes your breasts makes you melt as you try your hardest to not begin to tremble.
Your eyes fly open in disbelief, your breath dragging along your throat as you register the sensation- you attempt to stop a shocked giggle from tumbling out of your mouth, unsuccessful in doing so. He grins against the dip of your neck as he trails his kisses down lower, intent on reaching his destination- you tilt your head to look down at him as your eyes meet, Vessel gazing at you through his lashes as he kisses between your breasts, down your torso, to your stomach.
He notices the change in your behavior as he reaches your tummy, realizing you are self-conscious of your curves- Vessel grins softly when he sees your bashful gaze, taking time to slow his ravishing as he kisses along the lower part of your abdomen. Your gaze softens as you run your fingers through his straight, swoopy blonde hair, your heart stopping as he unzips your jeans- an aroused, slightly arrogant smirk dancing across his lips as he peels them off of you. You lay there in just your black, lacy boyshorts, silently thanking the universe as it gave you the gut feeling to wear a matching bra and panty set today.
Your eyes widen as you blush nominally, noticing his dark grin- he realizes the same thing as his demeanor grows even more proud, the cockiness almost tangible as it all but seeps from his pores.
He leans down again as he holds your stare, beginning to kiss and lick across the waistline of your panties- his hands calmly slip up to tug them off, the fire behind his eyes flaring as he gazes at your newly naked form, his gaze trailing down your legs and back up to your V.
Vessel growls lowly as he looks up at you, his voice strained with yearning as he places his hands on the inside of both of your thighs.
“May I?”
You smile at him, a breathless giggle leaving your mouth as you nod- he’s so polite, even in overwhelming desire. You suddenly notice the thrumming, seductive beat of Sugar playing, only adding to the mood.
He licks his bottom lip hungrily as he pushes your thighs apart, the low growl reprising as it gallops through his chest- he smirks as he lowers himself to kiss across your pubic mound, his mouth trailing down your groin to drag his tongue across the skin on the top of your thighs.
Your inhalation is sharp as it snakes from your throat, a gently anticipatory whimper escaping with it- he picks up on it as he smirks up at you oncemore. He continues to kiss down your thigh, your eyes fluttering as he trails his mouth down to your inner thigh. Vessel holds eye contact as he suddenly bites down, enjoying the faint hiss that escapes through your gritted teeth as he runs his tongue over the bite.
Without warning he reaches up to hook his hands under your thighs, sitting back on his knees, yanking you to him to get a closer grip on you- you squeal loudly, gripping the sheets as the action startles you slightly. He pulls your lower half up gently so that the small of your back is resting on the tops of his thighs, his gaze that of a starving animal as he grins down at his foreseen snack.
His eyes dart to yours as he teasingly lowers his head to your pussy, his stare unblinking as he grips your thighs tightly- he murmurs against your quivering flesh.
“Suuuugarrrr, I’ve developed a taste for you, now…”
He quickly dives in, unwilling to wait any longer. Vessel licks quickly up your thoroughly wet pussy before settling on your clit, his tongue swirling around the bud as he begins to flick it gently, but rapidly. You gasp sharply, gripping the sheets as your eyes flutter, your body suddenly on fire as he works his mouth over you.
Vessel’s cackle is muffled as he moves his mouth down to your pussy, your eyes widening in awe as he starts to lap at your saturated core. He growls as he moves back and forth from your clit to your core, changing the pace as he wraps his lips around your swollen clit- He watches you intently as you writhe beneath him, tortured whimpers and whines involuntarily escaping your throat as you gaze up at him devouring you. He holds you fixedly as he alternates between sucking and flicking, closing his eyes momentarily to focus as he swirls and darts his tongue interchangeably at a rapid pace. Your eyes roll as you moan his name, trembling under his tongue before he pulls back for air.
Even in the low light you can see his pupils are blown with carnality, his jaw and chin glistening with your arousal- he pants, his chest heaving as he licks his lips, his voice cracking with want.
“You taste even better than I thought you would…”
He brings his mouth back to your pussy after he lowers you back to the bed, pushing your thighs apart again to lay between them, propping himself up on his elbows- he tilts his head to the side teasingly, his breath hot on your clit as he whispers, his voice barely audible before he dives back in to taste you.
“Such a lovely, quivering mess...
and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
He tastes at you oncemore like he hasn’t eaten in days, enjoying the way your shoulders jerk as he presses the flat of his tongue against your pussy, lapping in an upward motion before he descends on your screaming bundle of nerves, your subdued cries growing in intensity- he responds wordlessly, sitting up to hunch over you slightly, closing his eyes as he kisses you deeply. He groans softly as he feels you suck his tongue into your mouth, your giggle gnawing at his composure as you release it with a wet pop- he sits back on his knees as his fingertips brush down your collar to your breasts, taking a nipple between his thumb and index finger while his other hand trails between your legs.
“You like tasting yourself on my tongue, don’t you, darling?”
He whispers as he leans down, his words searing against your skin as he bites your earlobe gently, his low chuckle making you gasp as he turns his head nominally to kiss your tragus.
“Dirty little thing.”
You nod wordlessly with another whimper, your eyes widening as you feel him pull back to look at you, your gaze meeting his- you feel his palm splay down your abdomen unhurriedly, his hand chilled against your skin, your body heat seeping into the thin callouses on his palm. He grins at you, his smile dazzling even in the low light as he runs his hand to your belly, his movement stilling as he gets to your pubic mound. You involuntarily tilt your hips up at the torturously lagged contact, something that stokes the smoldering fire behind his eyes. He leans back down so his face is hovering over yours, his mouth oncemore ghosting over your staggered, stolen breath as he chuckles, his dark words promising.
“Ohhh… Do you like that?”
You bite your lip, your doe eyes giving way to your desires as you nod needlessly, an airy, sharp gasp of yours punctuating his oncemore dark chuckle as he slips a finger to glide along your saturated folds. Your eyes flutter as he growls, watching your face as he slips a single digit inside of you as he leans down again to kiss you deeply, slipping his tongue into your mouth to prevent the moan in your chest from bubbling up to escape your throat.
You both groan simultaneously as he begins to glide his finger in and out of you, his thumb angling to brush back and forth against your hypersensitive clit- you pull away, panting his name as you stare up at him, your hips bucking against his skilled hand.
“Mmmn… Ahhh… F…Fuck…”
You gaze up at him, unable to stop yourself as your brow softens into unbridled pleasure- you inhale sharply as you feel him without warning slip a secondary finger inside of you, the grin on his face growing wolfish as he pinches your nipple, shaking his hand side to side as he curls his fingers upward gingerly. He’s cautious as to let you adjust, your tight, wet heat needing a moment to accommodate the face-melting stimulation he’s graciously bestowed upon you.
“Holy fucking shit… You’re so fucking good at that, Vess… Oh my god oh my god don’t stop… Please don’t stop… Please…”
He cackles softly, moving his free hand up to wrap around your throat, beginning to choke you lightly- your eyes roll momentarily before darting to gaze up at him oncemore, his fingertips pressing up against the spongy flesh of your G-spot. He rubs in slow, firm circles, continuing to jerk his hand side to side as he watches you writhe under his touch. Another rumbling grumble vibrates his chest as he coos down to you, his actions becoming rougher as he grips your throat firmly, his digits suddenly pressing up to palpitate your sweet spot. He leans down so his face is right above yours, his whisper nearly sending you over the edge as you register his flaming, dominant gaze burn into your hazel eyes.
“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? Gonna come all over my fingers. I should make you watch, shouldn’t I?”
He suddenly releases your throat, reaching up to snatch a fistful of your dirty blonde hair as he yanks your head forward, forcing you to tilt your head downward- the room is dark, but the ceiling light from the hallway illuminates the bed just enough for you to see his long piano fingers glide in and out of you. Holy fuck, you’re wet. Wetter than you realized. You whine and whimper as he holds your head firmly in place, a brooding cackle escaping his mouth as he jerks your head only once, intent on hearing you speak. You gurgle softly, overwhelmed by not only physical pleasure, but the sight of his fingers ravaging your pussy. He slows down a bit, his grip unrelenting as he tilts his head to the side, his voice feigning disappointment.
“Too overwhelmed to speak, darling? That’s okay, we can sto-”
He suddenly feels a hand fly up to his face, gripping his chin with an unexpected snarl- you pant softly, your diaphragm strained as he has you nearly folded yet again to make you watch him finger you.
“Don’t fucking. Stop.”
He smirks, turning his head to nip at your index finger- without warning he begins to rapidly jerk his hand side to side, his fingers reprising their goading as he presses the pads of his fingers up into your G-spot. He smiles yet again as he watches your hand fall from his face to grip the sheets, his hand still firm in your hair as he pistons his fingers in and out of you. The sound of your tight, saturated core accepting his fingers fills the room, the wet sucking sound making him tremble with excitement.
He grumbles again, leaning into your ear- goosebumps erupting over your skin as you hear his low, throaty voice, his command leaving you breathless for only a moment.
“Goodness, such a needy little thing…
Use your words.
What does my good girl want?”
You begin to pant, your legs twitching as an orgasm begins to creep up on you. He pulls back on his assault, but just barely, as you open your mouth to cry.
“I want to come… Please, Vess, let me come…Please…”
Tears of pleasure prick your eyes as your gaze darts off to the side, your palms moving to prop you up as he yanks your hair yet again- his fingers continue to swirl inside of you, the steady rhythm faltering- he wants you to be more descriptive, you think to yourself. You inhale, swallowing quickly before steeling yourself for the filthy words about to come out of your mouth.
“Make me come, Vess. I wanna come all over those long, perfect fucking fingers of yours. I want you to think about how deliciously tight I feel when you’re playing your fucking keyboard on stage.” You growl at him, straining against his grasp on your hair.
His jaw slackens at the sudden audacity of your words, his brow furrowing in focus as he begins to rapidly jerk his hand from side to side, his fingers scissoring in and out of your absolutely soaked heat- you sob his name, but that only makes him go faster, harder. You begin to hyperventilate, a panicked gurgling rising in your chest- your orgasm grapples you ruthlessly as you feel him release your hair, his fingers still working mercilessly on your G-spot as your back hits the bed with a soft thud, forcing the air from your lungs. Your shoulders jerk as your lungs nearly seize from moans and yips of pleasure, your eyes rolling as your legs quiver unremittingly.
He laughs softly as he gently removes his fingers from between your throbbing legs, giving you a moment to catch your breath as you attempt to regulate your breathing. This proves futile as you watch him raise his fingers to his mouth with a smirk, licking up the side of one of the two he had inside of you. Your jaw goes slack as you see his blue eyes flutter as he relishes your taste on his palate, his chest heaving as he inhales- you’re helpless to resist him as he generously holds his fingers out for you, wordlessly insinuating with his eager gaze.
You’d never say no to this absolutely gorgeous man offering ANYTHING to you, so you do what you know he wants- you gaze up at him as you open your mouth, holding his hungry stare as he watches your lips wrap around his fingers. You suck them performatively, bobbing your head a bit as you bat your eyes up to him.
Suddenly, you’re on your stomach, his hot, incensed hiss in your ear as his towering form leans over you, guiding your hips up with his hands- he positions you just how he wants you, your knees stanced slightly wide as you hold yourself up on your palms. Both of you are completely naked now as you feel his sizeable, hardened cock begin to brush against your ass, his hands coming up to grip the flesh possessively- he tilts his head to the side to get a better angle as he spreads you slightly, clicking his tongue at the sight.
“God…Dammit…”
He slips his hands from your ass up to your lower back, his hands on each side of your waist as he grips you firmly- you gasp at the sudden domineering hold, flipping your dirty blonde hair over your shoulder to look back at him. He smiles at you as you catch him from the corner of your eye, your gaze more focused on his cock bobbing against his stomach. You smile back at him, giggling as you begin to grind your ass into his groin, tilting your head down to flip your hair back behind you. He groans softly, his hands returning to where they originally where on your ass as he digs his nails into your flesh- you moan airily, feeling him lean down over you, his chest pressed to your back.
He kisses up your shoulder blade with a deep groan of contentment, his lips dragging along your near searing skin as he hums the song currently playing- Like That, you realize, but just barely as he floods your senses with his seductive, confident energy.
He runs a hand to grip your jaw possessively, chuckling lowly as he begins to thrust teasingly between your cheeks. You whimper, loudly as you feel his mouth move from your shoulder to the back of your neck, nipping gently before he slips to your ear- you can hear the smile in his voice as he leans in, pressing deliberate kisses along the shell of your ear.
“I should charge more for this, shouldn’t I?”
You feel one of his hands snake around under you, his long piano fingers finding your clit as he begins to rub slow, firm circles with the fingertips on his middle and ring finger. He laughs softly, clearly amused by the sharp, shaky inhale you take, his voice dripping with excitement as he coos.
“Pay to have your pretty little pussy fucked just the way you’d like…”
He feels your body respond as you arch your back into his touch, your ass oncemore beginning to grind back into him- he chuckles as he rubs your clit a bit quicker, enjoying the pants that escape you as you tremble underneath him. Just as you begin to feel the gentle creep of an orgasm begin to rear its head he suddenly stops, pulling his fingers away as he cackles subtly.
You detest this as you attempt to turn around to face him, your torso barely twists before you feel his fingers knot in your hair to yank you back into the position you were in- he leans back this time, his cock still pressed up against his stomach as he takes in the sight before him.
You grumble in frustration, this not boding well with him as he yanks your hair again, a strained yelp leaving your throat- you barely have time to react when you hear a crack, coupled with a sharp, stinging pain on your left cheek. He chuckles oncemore as he grips the base of his cock, the fist in your hair flexing its grip- he leans down slightly to whisper.
“Did I say you could do that? This is my session. I am the teacher. Behave.”
He smirks, the hand in your hair moving to grip your throat- your eyes flutter as you feel him push the tip of his cock into you, hesitating before his next sentence.
“Actually, I take that back. Don’t. Don’t behave.”
Your eyes roll fully this time as he grips your throat, his thick cock sinking into you from behind as your breath hitches, your inhale shaky and loud.
“I’m going to punish you either way.”
Your fingers move to grip the pillow in front of you, feeling him press your head back with his hand- he leans over you, your eyes meeting his as he gazes down at you with a wolfish smile, his mouth hanging open slightly as he thrusts deep and unhurriedly into you. He rolls his hips, holding himself fully inside of you before pulling almost all of the way out before plunging back in, a dark, saucy groan devolving into a growl- you can see the same determined grimace on his face as you gaze up at him, your back arched to receive him as he leans into whisper in your ear, his breath hot.
“Ah, I knew it… I knew my good girl would be tight, hm? Like it’s just for me. All mine.”
He growls again before releasing your throat, leaning back as he grips your shoulders before thrusting hard into you, taking you by surprise as he picks up his pace. You cry out in shock, his long fingers digging into your collarbones as he holds you in place while he pounds into you from behind, his ravenous laugh coupled with the slap of skin on skin filling your ears. You moan, loudly, your eyes fluttering as he glides in and out of you- you feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix, just barely, the sensation nearly driving you feral as you giggle. Vessel feeds into this as he suddenly flips you over, his hungry gaze intense as he forces your legs open at the thighs, quickly positioning himself between them- he stares intently at you as he leans down, his face inches from yours as he begins to rock his hips against you. You hold his gaze, your mouth open in soft gasps as you feel him rub his cock against your folds, not penetrating you just yet- his open-mouthed whimper closes into a smirk as his eyes flutter, the sound of your sopping, wet heat music to his ears.
He leans down, bearing himself on his knees to kiss you before tilting his hips to fill you oncemore, groaning against your mouth as he fully sheaths himself inside of you- he pulls back to gaze down at you, his forehead nearly pressed to yours as you hold his stare, the eye contact making the passion almost unbearable.
You gasp and whimper out his name, your eyes fluttering as you feel him kiss your temple- he’s actually quite tender when he wants to be, you realize, common sense and comprehension evaporating from your body as he begins to thrust deeper, his strokes unhurried as his whimper turns into a growl.
“That’s it, sweetheart… Say my name. Tell me how good it feels…”
You stare up at him, your arms wrapping around his neck as your fingers run through his hair. He thoroughly enjoys this as he tilts his head to the side, closing his eyes before he moves a hand to wrap around your shoulders, cradling you as his other hand slips to cup your lower back, just above your left cheek. He hides his face in your neck, his mouth just under your ear as he takes you slowly and achingly deep, his soft, dulcet whimpers and moans taking your breath away.
Your fingers stay in his hair as you stare up at the ceiling, but not much as your eyes roll with every stroke he gives you- he pulls back slightly, his mouth hovering over yours as he inhales your throaty moans, your shoulders jerking softly as he oncemore picks up his pace. His eyes search your face as he pants, his thrusts becoming a bit shallower as he leans back- your eyes fix on his, curious as to what he’s doing.
Out of the blue you feel him grab one of your calves as he props it up against his chest, your ankle by his ear- you squeal softly, giggling at the forced position, groaning softly as you feel him accidentally slip out of you. He tuts at you softly before hunching over you again, your ankle now over the back of his shoulder as his mouth finds yours again.
“Do you like my new earrings?”
You lean up gingerly to kiss him, your brow furrowing in confusion- you gasp loudly as you feel him tug up your other calf to join your leg over his other shoulder, both of your ankles now level with his ears.
He oncemore hunches over you, bearing himself up on his palms as he slips inside of you again, groaning loudly at the new position- your legs being held up has made you even tighter, Vessel struggling to contain himself as he begins to fuck you mercilessly. His thrusts aren’t fast, but punishing, your forcible pants timed with the slap of his skin on yours in the dark room.
You’re not expecting this sudden, driving, rigorous pace, your vision starry as you hear him breathlessly chuckle between thwaps of flesh on flesh- your eyes focus when you feel him grip both of your ankles to move them over his left shoulder. He holds your gaze as he flips the hair out of his blue eyes, smirking before he angles his head down to lick up your ankle. His alluring chuckle vibrates against your calves and the back of your knees as you feel him bite down, your gasps once again punctuate his demanding thrusts as you throw your head back into a tortured moan.
He laughs, your reaction only spurring him on further as he releases your ankles to wrap his arms around just below your knees, his new grip giving him a new angle as he barely hunches over you. Ever so slightly he leans down, sweat dripping down from his forehead onto your collarbones- he oncemore smiles at you as he continues his brutal assault, his strained voice shaky as he whispers down to you.
“What happened, Princess? You were so cocky while I was fingering you…”
You are unable to form words as his rhythm picks up- he’s teasing you, knowing how overwhelmed with pleasure you are… This thoroughly pisses you off, your sassiness shoving its way behind your shoulders to propel you forward as you lean up to hiss at him.
“Are you gonna keep talking, Vessel, or are you gonna make me come?”
He smirks, the steady fire behind his eyes flaring, stopping suddenly as he releases your legs- before you can register what’s happening he has you spread beneath him again as he grips your thighs, having slipped out of you while shifting himself. He leans over you oncemore as he digs his fingers into the insides of your thighs, your hazel eyes widen as he nearly rests his forehead against yours as your stares meet. He grips the base of his cock, the both of you inhaling sharply in tandem as his member sinks back into you. The ache of him stretching you makes your gasp drag along your tongue as your eyes flutter- Your shoulders seize, the attitude leaving your body as you feel a hand grip your throat, his hold just tight enough to worry you slightly. He revels in putting you in your place.
A lowly, rumbling chuckle reprises in his chest again as he kisses you without warning, your moans meeting as he slips his tongue into your mouth. His hips roll steadily into you as his glutes, abs, and obliques ripple with his movements, his hold unrelenting as his other hand grips the top of your thigh. Your eyes flutter as his nails dig into the flesh, airy gasp and whines escaping you as he pulls back to breathe. Vessel smiles down at you as he watches the look on your face, unable to hide the waves of pleasure he’s damn near waterboarding you with. He leans into your ear, his voice oncemore strained, but confident as he can feel your body begin to tense with signs of a nearing orgasm.
“Ah, there she is… There’s my good girl.”
His hips tilt to change the angle, his hand still on your throat as his other hand snakes between your legs- you gasp for air as he has you flat on your back, his pace beginning to pick back up, his rhythm changing ever so slightly. How does he know what you like, how you like it? Smart boy…
He leans down to growl in your ear as he releases your throat, his hand moving to your chin to force you to look up at him as he begins to rub your clit in rapid, featherlight circles- his breathless cackle washing over your face as he starts to fuck you hard and fast, smiling down at you as he sees your bottom lip begin to quiver, your voice cracking out of desperation.
“Oh fuck, Vess… Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop you’re gonna make me come!”
You plead, your mouth hanging open as you feel an intense orgasm begin to creep up on you. He pouts, playfully, his mouth cracking into a teasing, but excited grin when he hears you call him by his stage name.
He brings one of his hands up next to your head, his palm pressing into the mattress as he continues to rub your clit in rapid strokes to match his thrusts. He leans down, his face in your neck as he whispers in your ear gruffly.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let it out. I don’t care if my neighbors hear it.”
Your gasps evolve into strained whimpers, the sound of your wetness being plowed renewing his vigor as he begins to pound into you harder. He pulls back to gaze down at you again, leaning his head down so his mouth hovers over yours.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me, come for me…”
Your hands move to cup his face as the sweat from his bangs drips onto your mouth, your eyes fluttering as you feel a hand cup the back of your head. You lean up a bit to watch him fuck you, watching him rub your clit faster, your legs beginning to shake as your eyes flit up to his- his mouth crashes to yours without warning as you’re about to orgasm, swallowing your cries as you begin to convulse. He growls against your mouth as you quiver around him, pulling back to look at you- his voice trembling as he tries to speak.
“I’m gonna…”
Your hands are still on his face as you pull his mouth to yours, your eyes focused on his lips as you tremble under him unceasingly- your voice is hoarse from pleasure, but steady as you’re serious about what leaves your mouth.
“Come in me…”
He crashes his lips to yours with a groan as his hips buck feverishly, holding himself in your momentarily as he comes- you feel it too, tilting your head in the kiss to prolong the closeness. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting and gasping for air for a few minutes- you feel him flip you over so your head is resting on his chest, his fingers running through your hair as he stares up at the ceiling. You close your eyes, purring as you enjoy the sensation of his fingertips massaging your scalp. He turns his head to kiss the top of yours, his breath warm and sweet as your eyes snap open- you blush, smiling contentedly as you nestle up to him to hear him whisper.
“I’m cancelling the rest of my other sessions for the foreseeable future…”