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ciel-phantomhiive · 6 months

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I've developed a taste for you

Summary:

Some backstage fun after a show to help with Vessel’s pent up tension.

Rating: Mature

A/N:

Finally got to finish this one.

Honestly, I just didn't feel like writing any plot whatsoever.

Hope you enjoy the pure smut collected in a bit more than 2000 words.

Comments are always appreciated ❤

Could also be found on AO3

“Strip for me.” Vessel demanded. He sat on a couch just behind the stage, his head propped on his blackened hand on top of the armrest.

A naughty smirk coloured your lips and you obeyed. Your fingers hooked under the cropped top, sliding it above your head, your breasts now on full display. You could tell how Vessel’s whole body shifted where he was seated, you could see his eyes narrowing behind the mask, lustful. Without breaking eye contact with him, you turned around, and slid your jeans together with your underwear painfully slowly, bending forward.

You could feel his gaze lingering on your naked body, devouring the sweet sight before him once you turned around. He bit his lip, obvious impatience from his body language, hands desperate to explore, conquer.

His eyes met yours and you nodded in a wordless exchange of consent, slowly moving closer, a prey willingly going into the maw of its hunter.

Vessel followed your every move. You felt exposed under his keen eyes that burned a warm fire on your every curve. They traced the shape of your breasts, stopping a little while longer a bit below, on your toned stomach. And honestly, you could tell how hungry he was, ready to bite into that soft, pale skin and mark you his.

Needless to say, you were perfectly fine with that. Eager, even, to see that beastly side of his again.

He stood up, towering above your smaller frame, his painted hand tracing your jaw, until it finally stopped, gripping your chin harder. A soft moan escaped your lips, surprised at the sudden roughness.

You felt heat pooling in your stomach, aching almost. The wetness between your legs spoke enough of just how much you wanted him buried deep inside of you, hips rolling and skin slapping against skin, echoing in the venue.

You rubbed your thighs together, seeking a bit of that sweet release. Vessel smirked, his grip on your chin tightening.

He lowered his head, hot breath tickling your ear.

"Do you really want me to fuck you raw right here on that stage?" he asked in that sweet voice of his, low and seductive. You only nodded, too worked up to let anything else besides sweet moans escape your lips.

Vessel's long, delicate fingers glided below, tracing the line of your neck, wrapping around it, squeezing softly. You instinctively jerked your hips up, your body coming closer in proximity with the boy's. Your eyes teared from the pressure on your neck but oh, how much it turned you on.

His lips crashed with yours and you could feel a sweet taste lingering on them, making them even more addictive. His tongue slithered inside your mouth, dancing with your own, exploring. The hunger you had for each other was intense enough not to mind the clashing of teeth, a desperate fight for dominance, the lip biting, almost drawing blood.

A strong hand embraced you, your body finally meeting Vessel’s. His robe tickled on your naked skin and it was a bit unfair, you thought, how he was keeping his clothes on, unlike you. He let go of your neck, leaving you whimpering at the sudden loss of touch. His index finger followed the curve of your body down to your thighs.

Vessel let out a satisfied moan at the touch, the sight of you before him, and you could feel his member straining against the fabric of his pants, impatient. He grabbed both of your legs, lifting you up and crashing your back against the nearest wall. The kiss was passionate, making your head spin from the intensity, Vessel only stopped to allow you a breath of air before diving in again. Your legs wrapped around his muscular back, he was eager to finally touch you as he pleased.

The heat in your core was growing unbearable now, begging to be tamed down. And Vessel was more than happy to oblige. His hand moved down, fingers teasing at your core, forcing an incoherent animalistic moan that it seems you have been keeping down for quite a while. He pulled back for a moment, biting his lips, smirking.

“Look how wet you are for me…” he moaned against your lips, as his fingers entered you.

You threw your head back, finally feeling that heat quieting down a bit. It was not nearly enough, though. Your arms wrapped around Vessel’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss again. With fingers buried in his soft hair, tugging a bit, a single thought crossed your mind:

I could never get enough of him.

The wet sounds echoed, filling the otherwise quiet, empty venue. It was all dirty, obscure, even, the bare thought of you coming undone at the same place you watched him perform just a few hours ago. And oh, the thought of someone walking in on you, it surely excited you.

Vessel quickened the pace, his thumb circling on your sensitive spot, intensifying the pleasure. You moaned against his lips, feeling his slim fingers hitting that one place inside that made your head go foggy with delight.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, praises, that scraped against the little sanity you had left, completely giving into him. Your eyes rolled in pleasure, wave after wave, it swallowed you until you were no more than a whimpering mess in his hands, trembling, riding out your release on his fingers.

Soft lips ghosted on the crook of your neck, teeth grazing the shivering skin beneath, sucking softly. Strong arms embraced you and soon after, your back hit the cushions of the sofa. It was not too uncomfortable, you didn’t mind. Hell, that whole place was not one you’d usually prefer to exchange intimacies in, but it got the job done.

Your legs trembled with the sensation of your release still high, but you managed to prop yourself on your elbows, watching the boy undress, with heavy-lidded eyes. Clumsy fingers managed the belt undone, continuing to the zipper of the elegant black pants, now not-so-sadly ruined with your excitement from earlier.

You wanted to help him, wanted to return the favor. Your hand traced his toned torso, following the contour of his body, wanting to explore each and every centimeter of him. Your fingers hooked the waistband of his boxers, pulling a bit and your eyes met his, him towering above you, dominating. He put his hand over yours, intertwining your fingers together and rewarded you with a soft smile.

“Let me take care of you.” he whispered, his knees already forcing your tired legs open for him.

Vessel hovered on top of you, plump lips leaving traces from your neck, down to your pelvis, with some special attention to your breasts that he seemed to worship.

He put one hand on your eyes, while his other traveled up and down your body. With your sight now taken from you, your other senses were alert. The matted touch from the body paint on his palm left a peculiar sensation on your skin, goosebumps, flesh craving to be touched again.

You heard Vessel strip out of his pants, the clothes falling on the floor, the thud echoing in the empty hall. There was a breath stuck in your throat, waiting eagerly to feel him whole inside of you, moaning your name, moving in sync with your rapid heartbeat.

But none of that followed.

Oh, he was a tease, a filthy tease, indeed.

Your lips gently parted, searching for that clash of wet tongues again, seeking that same passionate kiss, sadly, to no avail. Instead, you felt the hand on your eyes move slightly, straining, as if he was stretching his arm.

And then it took you by surprise, quivering lips kissing you down below, tongue rolling sweetly on that bundle of nerves. His free hand held your thigh, fingers leaving dents in your skin, that you were sure will bruise afterward. Not that you minded. In fact, to be branded in such ways by him was more than welcome.

Your voice filled the room, moan after moan bouncing between the walls, scattering and then colliding again, a repetitive pattern that Vessel was happy to join with his low whimpers against your slick entrance. The vibrations from his voice worked wonders while he was sucking on your clit, swollen and abused from earlier. It was almost like sparks exploding in your spine, arching your back, desperate to rub your thighs together, to seek release once again.

He gasped between your thighs, moving his attention to one of them, biting on the inside of it. His hand traced ghostly the path between your leg and stomach, stopping just above the hip, taking a strong hold of you. Vessel’s other hand moved and the dim lightning hurt your eyes, that have grown accustomed to the darkness. He caressed your face, eyes locked with yours, holding that adoring gaze of his.

His thumb caressed your lips, sliding a bit between them.

And then you felt him, taking position between your thighs, hand still holding onto you tightly. You instinctively raised your hips a bit, knees almost touching. His fingers left your mouth, traveling down and when both of his hands held your slim body, he slid inside of you.

You threw your head back, a filthy moan escaping your lips, one that you’ve waited to finally let go of. Vessel moved slowly at first, taking his time to stretch you, to make sure you were not hurting in any way. He lowered his head, kissing your abdomen, fastening the pace every time his lips touched your body.

Your fingers entangled in his hair, as if trying to ground yourself, holding onto something for dear sanity to get back to you. Oh, how good he felt inside of you, hips rolling into your wetness, that heat down below finally getting some proper attention. Skin slapping against skin filled the silence and it was all perfect.

Vessel moved up, now biting on your lower lip. He moaned into your mouth and you felt him tremble with delight. He positioned your legs on his shoulders, going even deeper inside of you. You gasped at the sudden wave of pleasure that came over you, eyes rolling back.

“Fuck.” Vessel cursed and his body moved back, straightening. He caressed your pretty, toned thighs, that so beautifully decorated his shoulders.

You melted into him, the way he moaned your name, hips rolling, wet cave meeting them halfway, hungry. Vessel was a drug that brought you closer to a state of pure bliss with every move and you were addicted. You watched him through lidded eyes, the smirk that painted his lips as he crashed into you. Your hips bucked forward, establishing a pace, an enchanting rhythm.

His length kissed your sweet spot over and over again and pressure was building in your abdomen quickly. Your moans grew louder, voice raspy, lips chanting incoherent pleads. You felt fingers wrap around your throat.

And before you could even warn the boy, a state of bliss shook your whole body. You chanted his name desperately, high on your own orgasm. Back arched, thighs squeezing together, you released on Vessel’s length. He growled, head thrown back, also close to his own release. His gaze turned darker, slim long fingers digging into your body, as his continued to move into you slowly driving you to overstimulation.

You felt his whole body twitch and he quickly pulled out, labored breaths overtaking his moans, trying not to finish just yet. Before you could say anything, Vessel’s strong arms flipped you on your stomach, both your wrists held hostage behind your back by the boy’s hand. Before you could protest, he was back at it again, buried even deeper inside you, the new position allowing him a better angle.

A loud whine escaped your lips. You were still riding out your previous orgasm, overstimulated to the brink of pain when he forced himself inside you. He balled your hair in his fist, pulling not too hard, but just enough to get you going again. Oh how picture-perfect you were for him right now, ass up, submissive and wanton.

You growled beneath him, fingers clawing at the stiff material of the couch. Your body was betraying you, moving instinctively into him, desperate for his touch. He was moving in an enchanting rhythm and you felt his hips starting to tremble against your skin. Your lips curled in a mischievous smile and you took control. You started building a rhythm of your own, quickening the pace as you rode him and you felt his grip on your hair tighten.

He was close, fighting not to finish but your teasing was driving him insane, fucking yourself so good on his length. His breathing became ragged, moans almost choking out of him as his other hand gripped your side. He threw his head back and with one last push, he came inside you, his whole body shuddering, collapsing on top of you.

You wriggled beneath him, moving on his side, his hand draped on your torso, lips leaving soft kisses on your goosebumps-covered skin.

As you lay naked, tangled in each other on the small sofa of the venue a single thought crossed your mind again:

I could never get enough of him.

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