nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

❝ My girlfriend and I were once cuddling in the grass at our local park. Tons of people all around us, other couples in the grass too. We started making out and she was grinding her hips ever so slightly to make me hard. As soon as she felt that I was, she climbed on top of me. To a passerby, it just looked like heavy PDA, but she pulled my cock out of my fly and slipped it inside of her (skirt and no panties) we just made out and she moved ever so slightly that eventually I burst. ❞

[ This was supposed to be a perfectly innocent date, out in the springtime, basking in the pleasantly cool weather and under the warm sunshine, maybe toss a ball around or feed some ducks. At least, that was the plan.

But things never really go according to plan, and really, how can it when the players in question are young adults who are recklessly in love, and seem to be positively allergic to keeping their hands off each other? They've skirted the whole exhibitionism thing frequently -- Noctis has discovered that he has a taste for it, and so does Serah; sweetly innocent, incredibly sexy, and blessedly adventurous when it comes to sex. He's lost track of just how many places they've had sex in, quickies in dressing rooms, the occasional bathroom, and one memorable time in a movie theater (that had taken some creative maneuvering).

But not here. Not right out here in the open, when Serah's right here on his lap, gorgeous and stunning and wearing his jacket with her knees straddling either side of him, her mouth like sin, hungry and wanting and setting all of Noctis' desires alight.

He's hard in his jeans, pressing up against her, and he's sparing a glance at the other couples, who are thankfully wrapped up in their other halves all around them. Small blessings, he thinks giddily, his hand sliding between them, intending to tease, to draw it out. What he feels, however, is not the fabric of her underwear, not the lace she favors -- ]

Serah.

[ He says, surprised, strained, and definitely turned on. His thumb brushes against her, rubs up against the bud of her clit underneath her skirt, and his breath catches. He's leaning forward then, surprise becoming pleasure becoming mischief, and he whispers in her ear. ] You're already this wet for me?

( It was innocent. For a time, anyway. They held hands, walked and caught up on all the goings on in each other's lives. Laughed about silly things and been the normal people they are at heart. It started as innocently as the very first time they'd found a private corner of the city to make love in.

... Although, admittedly, the first time didn't involve Serah walking through the city as cool air brushed against the bare skin between her legs, a constant reminder of her hidden intent, the surprise she had planned.

One that pays off when Noctis' fingers slide under her skirt and dip between her legs and her cheeks flush pink at the whisper of his voice, his breath light against her ear. )

Uh-huh.

( As though she isn't always, as though she doesn't find herself drifting off with thoughts of him whenever she's alone, with desires and wants that grow nothing but more intense with every day he spends in her life. Her hips move immediately as his fingers explore the familiar folds between her legs, warm and wet, and as he rubs her clit, Serah's hands dig into his shoulders, the softest gasp escaping into his neck.

It's intoxicating to make love like this, with the warm sun and the cool air on them, surrounded by people but blissfully unaware of anything but each other. To see how much they can get away with and care of nothing but their need to be together. )

[ How wonderfully reckless, dangerously wonderful it is to do it out here in the open like this, when they run a chance of letting people see just what they're doing. They don't care, he supposes; the couples around them have their own loves, too, and if they're fucking each other under the guise of amorous intimacy, then who is he to toss the first stone?

He holds her close, his beautiful, lovely girlfriend -- and every time he looks at her, he's reminded that she chose him to love, that she's planned this surprise for him (he can see it in her eyes, definitely). She is everything he wants, all that he needs; through her he's learned so much, and through her he learns what it's like to have someone to love, to cherish and hold so close, and to be all of this (and not the prince) to someone.

She gasps in his ear, lovely and sweet as honey, and Noctis presses a finger inside of her, tight and wet and so impossibly good that it's all he can do not to unzip himself and push up into her body right there. No, he wants to tease her first, watch her squirm the way she so shamelessly teased him earlier. He's now completely hard, straining in his pants, and look at her, as gorgeous as the day they'd met, the day she'd first pressed against him and kissed him and Noctis had felt like his heart would burst.

He lifts his face up to hers, mouth finding hers languidly, second finger toying with the smooth softness of her folds, rubbing along it just because he knows what it does to her. His Serah, ever lovely, sweet and innocent and full of surprises. ] Mm. You know we can get caught, right?

( They're young and in love, with all the freedoms and impulses that combination brings, and the early spring weather sings with the promise of everything good. Steams sunlight through slowly waking trees and off the dew that clings to uncut grass, cool breeze all but telling them to find a way to stay close together, to do something to keep warm.

This kind of something, which sparks mischief in her boyfriend's eyes and has the butterflies dancing in her stomach again. Finding things to do with him never gets old, only more comfortable. More desirable as time goes by and they learn more about each other. No matter how many months pass, there's always some new stone to turn, some new fact about a fishing-enamoured prince that Serah has yet to learn. But she knows his body all too well, just as he knows hers, knows how to move his fingers so that her hips swivel against him and her teeth nip his skin as she tries to muffle the noises that want to leave her lips. )

Hmm... ( It's hard to sound entirely playful when the gentle teasing is making her even wetter, when she can feel his erection each time her hips move, but this is so reckless, and he's so right.

And she loves it. ) I guess you'll just have to be quiet.

( No, no she can't talk about that. )

[ Be quiet, is it? He's pretty sure being quiet is probably the least of their concerns, considering the little moans he's hearing from assorted parties not too far away from them. No one's paying attention to them, not when their partners are pressed against their bodies, willing and warm, and Noctis' free hand comes to adjust the jacket that's draped over Serah's shoulders, tugging gently so that she's warm in the chilly springtime air, covered in his jacket and pressed against his chest.

He's kissing her, capturing her lips with his in a bid to swallow her soft, sweet little noises. Snaring her hand on the way down, he's boldly guiding it to his trousers, wanting her to touch him in turn, greedy for everything she has to offer. They're young and in love, and there's nowhere Noctis would rather be but here, in her arms and underneath her. A second finger joins the first, and she's so wet, so tight and eager that his breath catches, momentarily overwhelmed by desire, by sensation and sentiment, how someone like her would come to love someone like him, and he whispers roughly against her lips. ]

Touch me.

[ Because that's everything he wants of her, the manifestation of her affection as he fingerfucks her, aching and so hard he almost hurts with it. If they're going to do this, he damn well is going to make it good. ]

( Maybe so, but most of the other couples aren't likely to cause a national scandal if they're caught. And in a way, the extra challenge makes it all the better. Makes them have all the more reason to keep their lips on each other, not that any were needed, and makes Serah have to find just the right way to move herself so her hand is both comfortable and not too obvious.

It's like a puzzle to solve, where and how all the pieces of their bodies fit together to pull this off. And made all the harder by the way his fingers are making her heart race and her body tighten around those two fingers. She fiddles with the zipper of Noctis' trousers and pushes fabric out of the way until fingertips find flesh and slowly strokes the underside with one finger, teasing him until - eventually, after all too long - her hand wraps around him, squeezing firmly. )

Ah-

( Gods above, she hadn't planned for just how this would strike her veins and heart, that her hips would grind down against his fingers so needily after just a few minutes. She wants him, always wants him, always wants to show her love for him in ways like this, but Gods-

Serah didn't know that it was possible to keep finding new layers of love quite like this. That her feelings would keep finding nooks and crannies of her heart she hadn't noticed before. He's always teaching her something new, even if he doesn't realise it. )

[ It's quite the challenge, all right, especially when Noctis is feeling the heat of the danger, how it spikes up his adrenaline, makes his cock twitch under her light fingers. She frees him and teases him all at once, and he muffles a groan against her mouth, thick with desire and a need he can barely keep to himself. He will hear no end of it if any enterprising tabloid decides to pick it up, but he's pretty sure that there are none around -- the publicity team at the Citadel do a pretty good job at keeping the media off his tail, so now all he has to contend with is the possibility of voyeuristic souls.

He can feel it, how wet she is inside, the clutch of her so snug around his fingers. He feels reckless, he feels like he can do anything if it's with her, and his own affection compels him to deepen the kiss, warmed by how eager she is for him. It's in moments like these that he knows without a doubt that she loves him, that he is only too eager to return her gesture in kind, hooked on the sweetness of her kisses. He's rocking up into her once, twice, when her hand grasps him, smooth and soft and a prelude to what could come up if they play their cards right.

It's love that makes him press up flush against her, it's a whole new level of desire he finds with her, the sound she makes sending his pulse into overdrive. She's lovely like this, stunning and how she makes him come alive, as if nothing else in the world matters when she's around.

Against her mouth, his words are a heated whisper. ]

Inside, Serah --

( She's always kind of liked a challenge, and this is the very peak of the word, mixed in with the sort of freedom she associates with spending time with Noctis, where they're not a prince or a well-performing teaching student. Where they're just two lovers who need nothing else but the chance to express their affection.

When he asks, the exhale of breath from her is all but a wordless finally that she can have all of him here and now. Like this. Where she can wholly give herself to him in return. They're avoiding being caught but all the same this is a way of saying to the world that they belong to each other, she thinks.

Slowly, carefully, she moves her hips just enough that she can slide down on top of him, her mouth pulling back fractions of an inch and letting out a low groan when she does. Her hands find their way back to his chest for balance when her hips start rolling against him and her mouth seeks out his again, muffling the noises she makes against his lips. )

[ She can't move, she can't fuck herself on him without getting the attention of the people around them -- not that they'll notice when they're sucking their partners' faces so intensely Noctis will be surprised if they're able to emote properly after this. But what they can or cannot do isn't any of his business. His business is his beautiful girlfriend and her tight, hot little cunt, sunk down on his cock so fully that it hurts to think, and he's grateful that to others, it looks like she's only sitting on his lap.

This is a challenge for the both of them, and the gleam in her eyes spur on his desire and his libido. She's giving all of herself to him, and he takes what she offers, arms winding around her to keep her safe and out of sight. ]

Just like that. [ He murmurs, raw and thick, and everything in him wants to just pull out and get them both in order so that he can carry her to the car and fuck her hard in the backseat, because this is just making him crazy. But he chooses to nuzzle against her, rolling his hips in turn, finding an easy rhythm with the minute movements of her hips. ] You're paying for this once we're alone.

( She has to move slowly, the reminder of the cool wind and the sounds of others twisting her stomach in the best ways, full of him and breathless at everything hitting her nerves all at once. Gentle, subtle grinding of her hips which stirs him inside of her and leaves Serah biting back a gasp of desire. He's so thick inside her, every last inch squeezed tight with each slow, slow movement she makes, her own need making muscles twitch against him.

He brings her joy in the softer, sweeter moments, where they're holding hands walking through a park, and in the evenings where he can't keep his hands off her and their clothes end up tossed all around his apartment, but this maddeningly slow, teasing fullness she's subjected them both to has Serah coming undone in his arms, leaning heavily against him and shuddering with pleasure. So she keeps spilling messy kisses against his lips, against any part of him she can find, giggles erupting against his jawline when he mentions revenge.

It's hard to take it as anything other than fun when you're in this position. )

Mmm... Okay.

( She can live with that. )

[ She makes him happy, sweet and innocent and accepting, but still challenging him, making him want to be a better person. Serah is the light of his life, as beautiful as she is lively and kind, but it isn't handholding he's thinking about right now when she drives him wild, sheathing his cock inside of her tight, hot channel -- and Six, she's wet; she takes him in so easily that he has to wonder if she's planned this all along.

Sliding his fingers underneath her skirt, he's pressing his thumb to her clit, rubbing in small, abrupt little circles just because he can. He nips at her bottom lip in turn, his words heated against her mouth. ]

Tell me there's someplace private in this stupid place.

( Moments like this are so inextricably bound with how she feels about him, because her feelings for him are the things which spur her to show him in the riskiest of ways. Serah moves in soft, slow jerks of her body, the natural twitches of her muscles around him doing more than enough for both their pleasure as her clit throbs under his thumb, warm and wet with the arousal between her legs. )

Ah-- ( It's really hard to answer when a particular flare of pleasure, the rocking of her body pressing the head of his cock just right inside of her. ) I... Th-there's the hut near the lake.

( It's the first place that comes to mind. A former cafe, the building no longer in use as far as she knows. )

[ Hut near the lake -- oh, he remembers seeing it on their way here. It's facing the lovers canoodling on the grass, and it's close enough that they have to be quiet, far enough that they won't be spotted easily.

And so it's with all reluctance that he releases her, gently nudging her off him with another kiss, and another. ]

Let's go.

[ He whispers heatedly against her soft, lovely mouth, knowing how close she is to melting but oh, it's a small sacrifice in the grand plan, right? He wants a private place to have her as hard as he can; and he's going to keep his promise of making her pay. ]

C'mon, babe.

( It takes a moment for her brain to kick into gear, a moment to stop her legs from trembling. It's enough time for Noctis to sort his trousers out so they can walk over without being too obvious, and Serah smooths her skirt down when she stands up, the wetness between her thighs sticky against the skin, another reminder alongside the warmth, the flush of her skin and the way each brush of clothing tickles sensitive nerves.

They make it to the hut quickly enough, and the choice of building is a good one, with benches and tables still outside, a wall partitioning the al fresco area from the rest of the park. Plenty of places to avoid being seen, and moreso when she notices that the door leading inside is unlocked. )

Where do you wanna...?

[ It's torture, crossing the last distance over to the abandoned hut, but he doesn't care -- they're far enough away from everyone, but Noctis doesn't think about the hut, no. His adrenaline is still pumping from the park and how public it had been, and he makes up his mind quick.

He's gently urging her towards the tables, shrugging off his jacket and laying it out so that she doesn't get dirt on her, or something -- and he murmurs, eyes dark and full of intent. ]

Up on the table, on your back.

( It really, really is. She walked as quickly as possible without attracting attention, but everything seemed to tickle her skin in just the right way that only served to make her want to continue.

Which is why there's hardly a second spared after his jacket goes down before Serah follows his instructions, pushing her skirt up her thighs as she lies sprawled out, legs spread in front of him, the evidence of their earlier actions glistening clearly in the daylight as she gets comfortable, hands tracing idly across her stomach as she pushes the fabric of her top out of the way. )

Like this?

[ Oh, Six.

She's on her back and pushing her skirt up, legs spread and oh, his mouth is dry when he realizes how slick she is, nearly glistening in the afternoon light. He's reaching up without a word, sliding her skirt down and off her, closing her legs before gently parting them again. ]

Top off, babe. I want to see you naked.

[ It's dangerous, but they won't be discovered, and Noctis wants his girlfriend right here, naked as the day she was born. He's helping her to tug off her top, too, exposing her lovely, full breasts, the soft cleft of her tight little cunt, ready for the taking. He's spreading her legs back apart, the look in his eyes openly admiring as he kisses along the inside of her thighs, nosing against soft warm folds, running his tongue against her clit. ]

You're so beautiful like this, you know that?

( The air is cool on her skin, against her nipples as she tosses the top to one side and raises her hips enough to let the skirt be pulled away. There's another layer of risk to losing her clothing like this, to be bare and at Noctis' mercy while only a few meters from them, the world goes on. People walk by, drinking coffees or playing with their dogs, and she bites down on her lip to avoid making noise as her breath hitches in her throat. )

Aah... Shh-

( Her hands trail down to his hair, curling into fists as her legs twitch and shift in reaction to the gentle touches laid down on skin all the way up to her throbbing clit. )

[ She is gorgeous, when the late afternoon light shines on her and illuminate her bare skin -- she's entirely naked underneath him, right here in their little alcove, separated from the rest of the world by a single wall. He's watching her, admiring, and he moves back to press the flat of his tongue boldly against her.

He's pushing in close and lapping at her, spreading her folds apart to expose her soft, pink hole and pressing his lips to it, tongue sliding inside and out, eating her out like he was born for it. ]

( Those hands don't leave his hair, but gosh, she comes close to it, when biting her lip, her tongue, feels like it isn't going to be enough to keep her quiet as his tongue works her folds and begins to slip in and out, and Serah's only distant thought is that she probably tastes like a mix of both of them after their tryst in the grass.

The only one other than the oh god, please, more which is voiced in her rocking hips and the heavy pants of breath exhaled every time his tongue or lips hit just the right spot between her legs. Her chest shudders as she tries to stop her breathing from being too loud, too obvious, head lolling back against the table. )

Oh, Noct--

( Okay, so maybe the being quiet thing isn't going entirely according to plan, and when the whimper slips from her lips, Serah's hand untangles itself and claps to her mouth, trying to shut herself up. )

[ Oh, she definitely does taste like a mix of the both of them. She's glistening, slick and wet and everything he's desired, yielding and gentle when he tongue-fucks her, pushes deeper inside her tight heat and nosing against her clit, his fingers coming to roll it between his fingers to create more stimulation.

No, she can't stay quiet, as noisy as she is beautiful, and he finds that he's in love with the way she says his name, the way she breathes and how he pleases her. She's feeling good, naked right out here in nature, and it's because of him. ]

Don't.

[ He growls softly against her sweet, soft heat, lapping up her arousal. ] Let me hear you.

( If her face wasn't already so flushed with desire, it would burn bright with the idea of being loud here, where the risk of people walking by is so great. Her reply is wordless stammering at first, breath caught in her throat and hips grinding down against him as his tongue distracts her from forming sentences. )

A-ah! ( And then the noise she can't bite back, loud and accompanied by the arch of her hips, the twitch of her thighs clamping around his head as pleasure rocks through her and all thoughts of where they are or who might catch them lie forgotten in favour of the sensations tingling between her legs, of his warm tongue and her hot arousal. )

Noct, please--

( Her legs are shaking, but she still wants more. Wants to feel that mindless bliss of being full of him once again. )

Edited (give me my dw tools back weeps) 2018-05-28 18:56 (UTC)

[ People can see them here, if she keeps it up, and everything in him wants them to. She's stunning when she's writhing and the possessive, exhibitionist streak in him wants to show her off to the world. He wants to set her on display, to show off his beautiful, stunning girlfriend, so desperate and eager for him.

He pulls away from her, lips wet and glistening and he's kissing her deeply, thoroughly, grasping his dick and thrusting inside her fully in one wet, sharp stroke. It's obscene, how he fills her, his balls pressed up against her. ]

Louder. Let them hear you.

( Even with the pleasure flooding hot through her body, electric across her brain, that little part of her remembers exactly why they shouldn't be loud, shouldn't let anyone catch them. Reputations and gossip and headlines--

But his cock presses into her and stretches her out so suddenly, hitting every over-sensitive button inside her in one smooth movement, that the shouldn'ts lose all their grasp over her volume control. Her hands slide up her body as the soft hiss of air crescendos into a loud moan, wordless begging for more when her fingers stray over her nipples, stroking and rubbing shamelessly in front of him.

He gets anything he wants from her, because somehow she always wants it too. She wants to feel free like this always, filled with him in front of the world so they can know how strongly she feels about this young man. )

LET'S PLAY {open post}

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shit i love this!

i knew you had good taste

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