“Ready for me?” (18+)

(So I had a brief moment of madness where I thought I would do something for Kinktober. Here’s something quick I wrote that combined like 4 prompts: against a wall, dirty talk, orgasm control, and clothed/unclothed I believe. This isn’t in the game, just a little random snippet. Also tried to keep this gender neutral!)

My back hits the wall, and I gasp as Azriel follows, his weight pressing me into the unforgiving surface. His mouth is hot and insistent against mine, and I arch into him, craving more of his touch. His taste. Everything.

"Already so desperate for me," Azriel murmurs against my neck, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

I can't form words, so I show him with my hands, pulling at his clothes, needing to feel his skin against mine. His sweater disappears somewhere on the floor, and my fingers trace the contours of his chest, following the black lines inked into his skin.

Azriel's hands slide under my shirt, his fingertips skimming up my sides, and I can't help the moan that escapes my lips. He chuckles darkly, clearly pleased with my reaction.

"Tell me what you want, Morgan," he commands, his red eyes gleaming with mischief.

I'm past the point of being coy. "You. Just you."

He rewards me with a searing kiss, his hands finally tugging my shirt over my head as I slide my pants down one leg, then the other. Then I’m completely bared to him.

Azriel's gaze roams over me, his appreciation evident. "Fuck, you're perfect.”

I reach for the button on his jeans. "Less talking, more undressing.”

He grins, a flash of white pointed teeth, as he tugs his zipper down and shoves his jeans just far enough for his cock to spring free—too impatient to get undressed completely. And then he's back, his body covering mine, the heat of his skin scorching against my own.

Our legs intertwine, and I can feel him, hard and ready against my thigh. I roll my hips, seeking friction, seeking release.

Azriel captures my mouth in another kiss, his hand sliding lower to touch me where I’m aching for him. His ministrations are gentle at first, almost teasing.

“Azriel.” His name is a groan, equal parts pleasure and frustration.

“Yes, kitten?”

“Stop playing with me and—“

Finally, his touch increases its speed and intensity. His free hand grips my face, firm but not bruising, and angles me to meet his eyes. His irises glow with an unnatural light, his features just a touch sharper, more fae. A sign he’s as unraveled as I am.

"Azriel," I gasp, his name now a plea for something else entirely.

"I've got you, Morgan," he whispers, his own voice sounding just this side of ragged. "Come for me."

And with those words, he captures my mouth once more, swallowing my cries.

He pulls away, panting, and you’d think he was the one who just came by the flush over his cheeks. Azriel steps back, lazily running a hand over his straining erection. With his other hand he makes a small twirling motion. “Turn. Hands against the wall.”

I do as he says, bracing myself as he steps up behind me. His cock head brushes against my entrance—once, twice—before pressing in just enough to make me gasp.

“Now, be a good kitten for me, and don’t hold back any of those lovely sounds.”

He drapes himself over my back, pressing his lips to my shoulder as one hand wraps around my waist to hold me steady. The other arm slips between my legs to tease me once more.

“Ready for me?”

I can only nod.

“Good.”