Anonymous asked: M! A: Sex Pollen. You are uncontrollably horny and feverish for the next 3 days, or until you’ve had three orgasms, without masturbation.
“Oh…shit.” The archangel’s skin quickly becomes flushed and his breath hitches. He feels an erection coming on and…
“Summer – oh fuck – of all people to see me like this-” His face is full of panic, but his eyes wander all over her body with a hungry shine to them. “Sex pollen. Can’t fix it alone – can’t stay in control – if you don’t want me to jump your bones, run.” He pants, turning to face her. His boner is painfully obvious, and his hands are clenched into fists with the effort not to play with himself in front of her.
“I can’t leave you like this!” It was almost insulting, that he thought she could be concerned about a thing like that right now. Granted, she can’t block him out now, and that’s having an effect on her thinking as well, but compassion alone would demand she help him find a way out of this. “What do you need?” It’s that simple.
“Have to cum. 3 times. Masturbation not effective. Otherwise, pain gets worse.” He falls to his knees, gripping the ground hard enough to crack stone in an effort to stay in control. The sudden drop causes the fabric of his pants to rub up against his shaft, and he lets out a whimper. “Please… Summer…” His eyes glaze over with golden light, his jaw going slack with need as he looks at her with pleading eyes.
“Not here.” Her voice is decisive, that instinct that controls her almost utterly in the face of pain taking over. It is, oddly, the one circumstance when emotion and empathy take a backseat. She strides to him, kneeling and clasping his shoulders tightly, her own wings fading into sparks and smoke. “Take us to my bedroom, Gabriel. Now.”
Oh gawd I need to stawp this! I am so sorry for the pornographic pics of him all wet here. Oh gawd…I am a horrible person. Please I need to be cleansed of my wrong doing of posting these fucking sexy delicious pictures of him.
“I uh…you want me to what?” Tony stumbled over his words. “You want me to kneel for you?” He was still in disbelief. “And yes I know what a safeword is, Summer,” he said, rolling his eyes trying to act more confident than he was.
She kept looking at him, appearing calm, lashes lowered. “You said you wanted me to take control. Changed your mind now?”
“Just didn’t expect you to go the whole ‘kneel before me’ route,” Tony replied flatly. Not one to back down from anything did as he was told and got on his knees. “Okay now what?” He asked staring at her.
“Now, I think …” she trailed off, watching him, thinking. “Come here, and take my pants off, kissing everything you find.” Her pulse increased, and she licked her lips.
“Never mind my hair.” She pushed him down to the bed. “I know you love me. What was the rest?” She didn’t bother to wait for the answer, looping her hands behind his neck and kissing him hungrily.
Victor chuckled then grunted as he fell back onto the bed. He kissed her back just as hungrily before he flipped them and whispered into her ear again. “I want to lick you from your head to your toes.”
She lay flat beneath him, hair spread out all around her head. “Your voice is a sin and a temptation,” she told him, rolling her head back to expose her throat.
Victor began kissing her throat, ”Je le veux lécher le crème de ta framboise et veux te baiser dur et te fais jouis.” He punctuated each word with a kiss, his tongue flicking out occasionally. A growl spilled out from his throat and one of his hands framed the right side of her neck.
“I could wish I spoke French, but then I might be scandalised by your language.” The flowing syllables drowned her in rhythm. One hand crept up to clasp his wrist at her throat, not to prevent but to caress. “Ah, Victor,” Summer moaned.
He smirked, “It essentially means I want to lap you up and fuck you till you come for me. However, I’d hate for you to have to get out of the dress and take a shower again later.” His smirk turned into an almost evil grin as his hair fell forward a bit and framed his face. He moved his mouth from near her ear and began mouthing her neck and shoulder.
“I could,” she panted, “pull the skirt up … gods, Victor!” She groaned, pitifully, writhing under his touch.
“Well what are you gunna do about that?” Tony grinned turning his head to look in her eyes. “I said I wanted you to take control.” He kissed her lips softly. “Do something about it,“ he said with a devilish smirk.
“Why do I always have to do all the work?” she muttered under her breath. Precluding an answer, she pressed back into the kiss, making it slow but filling it with longing and need. With startling abruptness, she pulled away, sliding off his lap to sprawl across the cushions. “You want control?” Summer murmured, eyelashes lowering. “All right. Stand up, Tony.”
Tony laughed, seeing Summer spread out all over the couch. He did as he was told and got to his feet. “Now what?” He asked looking down at her. “Is this the part where you rip off the rest of my clothes?” He winked.
“Oh, no. Not at all.” She folded her hands behind her head. “This is the part where you kneel for me. Do you know what a safeword is, Tony?”
“I uh…you want me to what?” Tony stumbled over his words. “You want me to kneel for you?” He was still in disbelief. “And yes I know what a safeword is, Summer,” he said, rolling his eyes trying to act more confident than he was.
She kept looking at him, appearing calm, lashes lowered. “You said you wanted me to take control. Changed your mind now?”
“Well what are you gunna do about that?” Tony grinned turning his head to look in her eyes. “I said I wanted you to take control.” He kissed her lips softly. “Do something about it,“ he said with a devilish smirk.
“Why do I always have to do all the work?” she muttered under her breath. Precluding an answer, she pressed back into the kiss, making it slow but filling it with longing and need. With startling abruptness, she pulled away, sliding off his lap to sprawl across the cushions. “You want control?” Summer murmured, eyelashes lowering. “All right. Stand up, Tony.”
Tony laughed, seeing Summer spread out all over the couch. He did as he was told and got to his feet. “Now what?” He asked looking down at her. “Is this the part where you rip off the rest of my clothes?” He winked.
“Oh, no. Not at all.” She folded her hands behind her head. “This is the part where you kneel for me. Do you know what a safeword is, Tony?”
“I do like a girl with an ego as big as mine.” Tony grinned as he continued to play with her hair. “Maybe you should tell me what these ‘worse’ things are so I know if I want to continue or not.”
“You did say you might like it if I took control,” she laughed. She squirmed a little, starting to feel overheated. “Does that count as worse?” She pushed her shoes off, and socks, climbing over into his lap. “You’re turning me on,” she whispered into his ear.
“Well what are you gunna do about that?” Tony grinned turning his head to look in her eyes. “I said I wanted you to take control.” He kissed her lips softly. “Do something about it,“ he said with a devilish smirk.
“Why do I always have to do all the work?” she muttered under her breath. Precluding an answer, she pressed back into the kiss, making it slow but filling it with longing and need. With startling abruptness, she pulled away, sliding off his lap to sprawl across the cushions. “You want control?” Summer murmured, eyelashes lowering. “All right. Stand up, Tony.”
Anonymous asked: M! A: Sex Pollen. You are uncontrollably horny and feverish for the next 3 days, or until you’ve had three orgasms, without masturbation.
“Oh…shit.” The archangel’s skin quickly becomes flushed and his breath hitches. He feels an erection coming on and…
“Summer – oh fuck – of all people to see me like this-” His face is full of panic, but his eyes wander all over her body with a hungry shine to them. “Sex pollen. Can’t fix it alone – can’t stay in control – if you don’t want me to jump your bones, run.” He pants, turning to face her. His boner is painfully obvious, and his hands are clenched into fists with the effort not to play with himself in front of her.
“I can’t leave you like this!” It was almost insulting, that he thought she could be concerned about a thing like that right now. Granted, she can’t block him out now, and that’s having an effect on her thinking as well, but compassion alone would demand she help him find a way out of this. “What do you need?” It’s that simple.
