TA chapter 61 - ye olde

-Percy-

Well, I don’t suck dick often. It’s not a terrible experience and I don’t hate it, it’s just…I don’t exactly love it either. But I do absolutely adore the expressions Emmi makes when I do this, so I will occasionally make an exception.

Tonight is that exception.

Most of the time, we’ll exchange hand jobs, Emmi will finger me, and then eventually we’ll have penetrative sex. But occasionally, we will dabble in some ye olde oral sex too. Hence why I’m currently sucking Emmi off whilst he grips my hair, his eyes closed and his head pushed back into the pillows.

His other hand is holding mine; our fingers tangled together whilst he resists the urge to make any movements which are too sudden - I don’t mind him getting into the act, that just means he’s enjoying what I’m doing. But I don’t want him to accidentally choke me; that literally sounds like the worst possible outcome for this moment.

So instead, I get to watch his expression as he pins his bottom lip between his teeth, desperately trying to concentrate on not making a sound and not hurting me. Feeling like I should push him over the edge a little, I lick at his tip before pushing him into me further and swallowing around his cock, squeezing my throat around him.

Emmi lets out a moan, his eyes snapping open as his dick pulses in my throat, desperate to reach his climax. Removing my mouth from him, I straddle Emmi instead, leaning down to kiss him. “I’m just going to prepare myself quickly, ok? I won’t make you wait long, love,” I whisper, leaving love bites along his neck.

Emmi groans, his hands rubbing up and down my thighs, his eyes practically burning with lust. Rocking my hips back against his cock, I get off my mate long enough for me to rid myself of my nightshirt and the rest of my clothes, watching as Emmi quickly strips off his own t-shirt.

Climbing back atop him, I smile warmly when Emmi takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles. Reaching a hand behind me, I begin to prepare myself, my wetness once again coming in extremely handy.

Or finger-y, technically.

Stop it Percy, now is not the time to be making such garbage jokes, I remind myself, grinning down at my mate. I hope I’m not crushing him or that my leg isn’t too heavy; I’m used to the weight of carrying it around all the time but I don’t normally sit on Emmi for extended periods of time, so…

“Is my prosthetic alright? If it’s heavy or uncomfortable I can take it off?” I check, leaning down to kiss Emmi again. He just shakes his head, smiling softly. “It’s fine, don’t worry. But you’re welcome to remove it if you’d prefer to have it off?”

Shaking my own head, I tap his chest, right above his heart. “I’m just about done by the way,” I inform my mate. The turquoise of Emmi’s eyes flash a darker shade with hunger, a pretty good sign that the interlude between having his dick sucked and actually getting to put it in wasn’t a total mood killer - normally Emmi prepares me and I know that turns him on, so I was a little worried that by doing it myself this time, he’d get bored or something.

I know he wouldn’t, I mean aside from the fact that I was literally straddling him whilst doing it, I doubt Emmi would get soft in that amount of time from just a lack of physical stimulation.

After another check with Emmi, he helps me steady myself whilst I try and get his dick in me so that I can ride him. It takes a few tries, but when I eventually manage it, Emmi whispers “good boy,” and I can’t tell if he figured out about my praise kink or if that just slipped out.

Either way, I let out a moan straight after, which I can’t pretend is solely from the feeling of him being inside me.

Emmi’s hands smooth across my waist, landing on my hips and helping me to move on top of him. As it turns out, trying to ride him while only having one leg is actually kind of hard. Even with the prosthetic, my movements are still not coordinated to do this fully on my own, and in the end Emmi has to help me out a lot.

But it doesn’t really matter; he is still gentle and slow at all times, never rushing a movement and instead taking his time to draw out our mutual pleasure for as long as possible. Emmi lets out a groan, his grip on my hips increasing as his pace suddenly stutters and quickens, thrusting into me faster.

Leaning forwards, I hold onto the headboard for support as I use as much of my remaining stamina to push us through to the end of our climax; I doubt I can go for another round after this because this position was far harder than I remembered, so I might as well go all out on this final step.

Lifting my weight, I pull off Emmi slightly before pushing myself back down onto his cock again, gripping his bicep tightly as he prods against a particular place within me, sending white-hot pleasure through every nerve in my body.

Rather satisfactorily, we both climax at the same time. Which is good because like when we first mated, I feel ready to pass out. Emmi helps me to lie down next to him, smoothing my hair out of the way and kissing my forehead.

“Get some rest, you look like you’re about to pass out,” he says softly, getting up from the bed and going to our ensuite to get a washcloth to clean us up somewhat - I mean I literally came all over his chest so I’m not the only messy one right now.

“Mm,” I mumble, patting the bed next to me, my eyes already closing. Emmi chuckles softly before a phantom kiss is pressed to my cheek. “I know, I’ll just clean us up first and then I’ll cuddle you,” he says quietly, his hands soothing against my skin and his touch gentle, like it has always been.

“…ove…you,” I whisper, not even sure if Emmi heard me. But then a hand strokes my cheek lightly, a soft voice replying “I love you too, Percy.”