Lorcan - Mature

*if Crowny has a vagina

His hot breath on you makes you squirm. You so badly want him to reach up with his pale pink lips and take you the way you’re begging him to.

“Crowny,” he groans as you open your thigh wider to envelop his senses with your musky scent.

“What?” you ask, innocently. You resist the urge to blow caution to the window and plop your cunt onto his panting mouth. He sighs and the air makes your folds quiver.

He looks up at you with those big grey eyes of his. “I don’t know—” he sighs again and you bite your lip from moaning.

“Don’t know....?” you press.

He looks at your thighs and lightly trails a finger down your spasming muscle.

“How to... y’know,” he gestures at your crotch.

“Lick a pussy?” you finish.

“Y-yeah,” he admits, shamefaced.

You lean back at the admission, splaying your hands on his thighs. You weren’t even thinking of that. He told you he wasn’t a virgin and maybe you thought his experience included more than penetration.

“It’s ok, y’know,” you reply. “There’s a first time for everything.”

Lorcan looks at you. “You’re not just sayin’ that are you? ‘Cause I feel like a fucking loser.”

“I’m not the sex god around here either, dummy,” you respond.

Lorcan pinches your thigh, “fuck off I’m serious.”

You lean forward, spreading your thighs wider and sitting up on your knees so that you’re towering over him. You smile at him, “I’m serious. Suck me off, bitch. Give it your best shot, stick your tongue deep into my pussy.”

Lorcan’s eyes widen as filthy words slip from your mouth. “Show me how well you can fuck me with that warm, wet tongue.”

That’s all it takes for Lorcan to shed any inhibitions he has and press his lips to your eager labials. You grip the headboard as he starts off slowly, almost timidly to explore.

He gently licks the surface, as if he were presented with an ice cream scoop. The licks are short and not nearly enough to finish you off but... god, they’re good. His tongue trails down, he grabs handfuls of your ass and nudges you forward.

“Lorcan what are—”

He laps at your asshole and you gasp. He spreads your cheeks letting cool air mingle with the warm wetness of his saliva before attacking your sphincter again. You don’t move. This sensation is foreign to you and your thoughts fill with how nasty this is, which makes you even wetter.

Obscene wet sounds reverberate throughout the room accompanied by your breathless groans.

Before his tongue leaves your rectum he circles around your rim and then finishes off by planting a quick kiss on it. You feel as if he wants to end it there and you don’t mind, the rimjob was good enough.

He guides your hips back and you follow his wordless command until your cunt is above his mouth again and he opens your folds and spits on the opening.

“Lorcan—”

He starts sucking your reddish moist skin as if his lip depended on it. Kneading your ass in turn. He alternates between rapid licks, fervent sucking and kisses.

Your wetness slips into his mouth and he rolls it around as if it were the most delicious treat. “Lorcan...”

He stops and your dazed eyes see him licking his finger and you feel it caress your asshole. He moans as he renews the assault on your lips. You moan out his name again, throwing your head back, and arching your back.

“Lorcan!”

“Tell me I’m your slut,” he whispers in between noisy lapping.

“You’re my slut. You’re my dirty whore,” you growl as he sticks a finger in your ass.

His tongue is clumsy and sometimes he bumps his nose on your pussy but he more than makes up for it through his enthusiasm.

Your hips twitch and you know you’re close now. “Disgusting fucker, lap up my pussy like the little pig you are,” you order.

His moans against your folds make your stomach quiver. The power you have over him is the greatest high you’ve ever had. You straighten your back and look down at him excitedly eating you out as if he’d like to drown in your cum.

And so he will.

“Naught boy,” you pull on his matted hair. He groans and his hands gripping your cheeks, tightening.

You grind yourself on him, not caring that you could be suffocating him. Right now your thoughts are on that peak, the top of the mountain he’s hurtling you towards.

His finger pistons in and out of your ass, your hips buck as your lower stomach muscles tense.

“Pathetic, no good little—” you scream as your whole body stiffens and you feel wet liquid spew from between your legs like peeing. Your asshole clenches his finger.

Lorcan makes a noise in his throat and with lidded eyes you watch as your clear orgasm gushes down onto his mouth, nose and cheeks. He slowly takes his finger out of you.

Your body loses all its strength and Lorcan has to grab your hips and slightly raise you to lick his lips.

He gently throws your leg to the side and you slide down the bed, face pressed against the pillow.

You breathe in and out and you feel the telltale signs of exhaustion but you force yourself to move your head sideways and look at him.

He wipes his face with his hands and licks his palms. Slurping up the juices; he looks at the mess you made on his face like a gift.

When he’s finished he looks at you and asks, “did I do it good?”

“Fuck you,” you reply tiredly.

He raises a pale eyebrow, “what?”

You let out something that sounds like a laugh and a sigh. “You made me waterboard your face and you’re asking if you did it good?”

He shrugs, “thought that was normal.”

You chuckle and prop yourself up on your elbow. “Why did you finger me?”

“Was it a bad thing?”

You shake your head. “It was a surprising thing.”

He ponders before answering, “I just felt like it. Whenever I fuck you from behind I always see it and I wanted to know how tight it was.”

“And?” you raise an eyebrow.

He rubs your arm. His face is very red. Slick sweat pools on his clavicle. “I kind of wanna penetrate you there. When you jizzed all over my face, your hole was so tight I thought it was going to take my finger off.”

You laugh, “jizz?”

He smiles and playfully bites your shoulder, “I don’t know what girly jizz is called.”

Chuckles vibrate in your throat as he plants soft kisses along your neck and down your chest. “Would you let me do it?”

He bites the skin above your belly button. “You’re a pervert.”

You feel his cock press against your leg. He places a gentle kiss on your mound and moves your knees apart.

You look at each other. He looks up at you from under his eyelashes, and you look over the highs and lows of your body to him.

“If you make me cum again I’ll make you fuck my asshole until it’s gaping,” you threaten.

He grins, “game on.”

*if Crowny has a penis

His hot breath on you makes you squirm. You so badly want him to reach up with his pale pink lips and take you the way you’re begging him to.

“Crowny,” he groans as you open your thigh wider to envelop his senses with your musky scent.

“What?” you ask, innocently. You resist the urge to blow caution to the window and plop your cock into his panting mouth. He sighs and the air makes your shaft twitch.

He looks up at you with those big grey eyes of his. “I don’t know—” he sighs again and you bite your lip from moaning.

“Don’t know....?” you press.

He looks at your thighs and lightly trails a finger down your spasming muscle.

“How to... y’know,” he gestures at your crotch.

“Suck a dick?” you finish.

“Y-yeah,” he admits, shamefaced.

You lean back at the admission, splaying your hands on his thighs. You weren’t even thinking of that. He told you he wasn’t a virgin and maybe you thought his experience included more than penetration.

“It’s ok, y’know,” you reply. “There’s a first time for everything.”

Lorcan looks at you. “You’re not just sayin’ that are you? ‘Cause I feel like a fucking loser.”

“I’m not the sex god around here either, dummy,” you respond.

Lorcan pinches your thigh, “fuck off I’m serious.”

You lean forward, spreading your thighs wider and sitting up on your knees so that you’re towering over him. You smile at him, “I’m serious. Suck me off, bitch. Give it your best shot, stick my cock into your fucking throat.”

Lorcan’s eyes widen as filthy words slip from your mouth. “Show me how well you can take my face-fucking.”

That’s all it takes for Lorcan to shed any inhibitions he has and press his lips to your eager erection. You grip the headboard as he starts off slowly, almost timidly to explore.

He gently licks the surface, from the base to the tip, as if presented with a lollipop. The licks are quick and not nearly enough to finish you off but... god, they’re good. His tongue trails down, he grabs handfuls of your ass and nudges you forward.

“Lorcan what are—”

He laps at your asshole, and you gasp. He spreads your cheeks letting cool air mingle with the warm wetness of his saliva before attacking your sphincter again. You don’t move. This sensation is foreign to you, and your thoughts fill with how nasty this is, which makes you even harder.

Obscene wet sounds reverberate throughout the room accompanied by your breathless groans.

Before his tongue leaves your rectum, he circles around your rim and then finishes off by planting a quick kiss on it. You feel as if he wants to end it there and you don’t mind, the rimjob was good enough.

He guides your hips back and you follow his wordless command until your cock is above his mouth again and he guides it down to his lips and spits on the tip.

“Lorcan—”

He starts sucking your reddish moist skin as if his lip depended on it. Kneading your ass in turn. He alternates between fervent sucking and deranged kisses.

Your precum slips into his mouth and he rolls it around as if it were the most delicious treat.

“Lorcan...”

He stops and your dazed eyes see him licking his finger and you feel it caress your asshole. He moans as he renews the assault on your lips. You moan out his name again, throwing your head back and arching your back.

“Lorcan!”

“Tell me I’m your slut,” he whispers in between noisy lapping.

“You’re my slut. You’re my dirty whore,” you growl as he sticks a finger in your ass.

His tongue is clumsy and sometimes he bumps his nose on your shaft but he more than makes up for it through his enthusiasm.

Your hips twitch and you know you’re close now. “Disgusting fucker, lap up my dick like the little pig you are,” you order.

His moans against your folds make your stomach quiver. The power you have over him is the greatest high you’ve ever had. You straighten your back and look down at him excitedly swallowing you as if he’d like to drown in your cum.

And so he will.

“Naught boy,” you pull on his matted hair. He groans and his hands gripping your cheeks, tightening.

You push yourself in deeper, not caring that you could be choking him. Right now, your thoughts are on that peak, the top of the mountain he’s hurtling you towards.

His finger pistons in and out of your ass, your hips buck as your lower stomach muscles tense.

“Pathetic, no good little—” you groan as your whole body stiffens and you feel wet liquid spew from between your legs like peeing. Your asshole clenches his finger.

Lorcan makes a noise in his throat and with lidded eyes you watch as your clear orgasm paints his face in white ropes. He slowly takes his finger out of you.

Your body loses all its strength, and Lorcan has to grab your hips and slightly raise you to lick his lips.

He gently throws your leg to the side, and you slide down the bed, your face pressed against the pillow.

You breathe in and out, and you feel the telltale signs of exhaustion, but you force yourself to move your head sideways and look at him.

He wipes his face with his hands and licks his palms. Slurping up the sperm; he looks at the mess you made on his face like a gift.

When he’s finished he looks over at you and asks, “did I do it good?”

“Fuck you,” you reply tiredly.

He raises a pale eyebrow, “what?”

You let out something that sounds like a laugh and a sigh. “You made me explode on your face and you’re asking if you did it good?”

He shrugs, “thought that was normal.”

You chuckle and prop yourself up on your elbow. “Why did you finger me?”

“Was it a bad thing?”

You shake your head. “It was a surprising thing. I usually do that to you.”

He ponders before answering, “I just felt like it. Whenever you fuck me it feels good and I wanted to know what that was like.”

“And?” you raise an eyebrow.

He rubs your arm. His face is very red. Slick sweat pools on his clavicle. “I kind of wanna penetrate you there. When you spunked all over my face, your hole was so tight I thought it was going to take my finger off.”

You laugh, “spunked?”

He smiles and playfully bites your shoulder, “It sounds cooler than sperm.”

Chuckles vibrate in your throat as he plants soft kisses along your neck and down your chest. “Would you let me do it?”

He bites the skin above your belly button. “You’re a sicko.”

You feel his cock press against your leg. He places a gentle kiss on your happy trail and moves your knees apart.

You look at each other. He looks up at you from under his eyelashes, and you look over the highs and lows of your body to him.

“If you make me cum again I’ll make you fuck my asshole until it’s gaping,” you threaten.

He grins, “game on.”