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“I’d like to try something different tonight, if that is alright with you,” G’raha murmurs as you place your lips along the side of his neck.
“Hmmm, something different?” While the two of you were not opposed to the idea of… experimenting… his tone was uncharacteristically steady given the current affection you were lavishing upon him. Normally G’raha was putty in your arms, the soft moans and exhales of breath music to your ears.
“Indeed, something different,” G’raha confirms. Acquiescing to his request you pause your lips at the shell of his ears, giving his ears a playful nip as you pull back. The small yelp he gives you brings a smile to your face as you let out a chuckle. No man should look that cute when they’re trying to be indignant.
“Alright, I’m game. What did you have in mind?” Your curiosity was definitely piqued.
“Pray give me a moment, I feel like I need to collect my thoughts before I speak my mind,” G’raha says with that usual bashfulness that he reserves for his closest confidants. He inches a small distance away from your position on the bed, leaning back from your hovering form above his.
“Take your time, I promise not to laugh,” you say with a smirk.
“You always say that,” G’raha mutters under his breath, looking up at you with a small pout.
“I mean it though, I’ll listen if nothing else,” you say as you transition from your normal smirk to a softer smile. “I promise.”
G’raha lets out small sigh and looks down for a moment, muttering something under his breath. “… I want to be in charge tonight.”
You’re smile becomes a little wider as you feel a laugh bubbling in your throat. You quickly tamp it down though; you did promise after all. You however can’t keep the mirth out of your voice as you respond. “Is that all, you want to be on top? Of course, whatever you want.” You motion to ease up off from G’raha’s form before he grabs your wrist with his hand.
“Not like that. I want to be the one to take the lead tonight,” he says while lightly squeezing his hand around your wrist. Well, this was certainly new. More often than not you’re the one who usually ‘calls the shots’ so to speak. Not out of an obligation or expectation, mainly because from your time with G’raha he was more inclined to be more open and subservient than you were. Even when he was on top, you would usually dictate the pace. “I know this is different than normal, so if you are uncomfortable then please forget everything that I sai-,” G’raha rambles out before you silence him with a quick kiss.
“Of course you can lead! I just never offered because you seemed to like it when I took charge.”
“And I still do, but, as embarrassing as it is to say, the thought of being the leading lover for once has been entering my mind more and more as of recent.” G’raha still looks flustered and bashful, but you know him well enough that he’s starting to pick up a slightly fiercer tone as he describes his intentions. It reminds you of the banter you share with him whenever the two you spar with each other or with the other scions.
“Well, who am I to deny my lover’s ever repressed desires?” You say as you ease fully back on the bed, letting your gaze look slightly down to match his as you both sit up straighter. You always had a height advantage over him, not that it ever bothered the two of you. You were more than happy to let him lead for once, but as you slowly relax your body to let him take control you can’t help but let slip the playful tone in your voice as you respond to him. “What, always imagined the great warrior of light on their knees looking up at you?” You say it half in jest, but G’raha’s response is anything but joking.
“Yes.” The unearthly, deep, and resonate growl that emits from G’raha’s throat throws you off your guard. Wicked white, you’ve never heard him use that tone before. It’s always been soft moans or mewls as you pleasured him every way under the sun. His response is absolutely feral, and in your stupor, you barely notice his movements as he motions you to get off the bed.
You quickly scramble onto the floor and look down into his bright red eyes as he stares into yours. The two of you are still clothed in lighter travel wear, but right now it feels like you might as well be wrapped up in thick winter gear given the current levels of heat emanating off your body.
“Well, I’m waiting,” he drawls out as he stares at you. What does he, oh…. right, what you were discussing earlier. Slowly, you sink down on your knees and sit back on your legs, levelling your gaze to his chest before moving down lower to his crotch. Good gods, you can see his arousal through his pants. You don’t think he’s ever been this hard before, and small part of your mind shares the feeling as you feel yourself tighten the fabric of your own pants.
“Look at me,” G’raha growls out from above you. You snap your gaze to meet his and you see the hunger. When G’raha is normally looking down at you, it’s usually when you have him pressed up against a wall, cock in your mouth as you tease him into oblivion. But right now, in this moment, he looks as though he’s going to devour you.
G’raha calmly walks closer, his crotch mere inches from your face he places a hand on top of your head. “How long have I dreamt of this moment,” he murmurs as he caresses your head with his hand. “The strong and noble warrior of light, begging for my cock.” You open your mouth to fire back a witty retort but the grip on your hair tightens as he shoves your face against his crotch, his bulge grinding into your face as your senses are overwhelmed with his presence. “Feels different being on the other end, isn’t it?”
This is payback for all those times you did the same thing to him, you just know it. All you can do in return is let out a hot exhale of breath as he continues to rub his crotch over your face. After a short period of time, G’raha ever so slightly lifts his hand away from your head allowing you to take what feels like your first breathe in eons.
You pant slightly as you stare at his crotch one more time, seeing the imprint of his cock in his pants with a noticeable wet spot at the tip. Entranced, you move to pull down his clothes on your own volition. G’raha deems to let you move at your own pace, with a no doubt smug smile on his face as you do so. In single movement, you pull down both his pants and small clothes and are met with a light smack.
Free from the confines of the fabric, G’raha’s cock his heavy as it bobs slightly just above your eyes. You were right, in a funny sort of sense, this is the hardest he’s ever been. You shift your gaze to look back into his eyes one more time. You see the hunger there, the desire, the sheer intent to make you submit. He doesn’t make a single move to force your head forward, nor does he make a move to return to rubbing himself over your face once more. He just stands there, expectantly waiting for you to make the first move.
Your heart is thundering in your ears and you’re certain that he can see your own tent in your pants, but you remain silent and just as still as he is. You want to see him break. To see if you can crack that ever present sense of control that he possesses. Only on rare occasions when you sleep together do you see him unwind before you. Normally it’s when you’re buried deep inside of him for the umpteenth time that night, hearing his sweet cries as he begs for you to go harder and deeper. But in this moment, you want to be a pure, unadulterated, menace.
The growl in his chest starts out small, but you can hear it rise in volume as you see his body tense. You observe the way his muscles contract and his eyes begin to shrink to slits in his skull. His tail is outright lashing out at everything around it and his ears are directed straight at you.
“Brat.” He is not happy, not one bit. “You know what I want.” His cock twitches in front of your face.
You are going to regret this in the morning, you’re sure of it. But they didn’t call you a warrior for nothing. So, with that last bit of sanity and defiance, you meet is gaze head on and utter two words that are sure to absolutely ruin you.
“Make me.”
You knew he was aggressive when he had you on your knees, but right now the man in front of is downright primal.
The second those two words left your mouth he grabbed your head with both of his hands and all but slammed his cock into your mouth. You eagerly opened your throat as wide as you could and simply tried to survive the brutal pace he was setting.
“You never know when to shut your mouth,” G’raha growls as he fucks your face. “Always with the wit and the smug attitude, it’s nice to finally put you in your place.” All you can do is release a downright whorish moan, humming deep in your throat as G’raha continues to use your mouth.
“While I appreciate your dry commentary at times, there are moments where you simply need to stop. Being. Such. A. Brat,” G’raha exclaims, punctuating every word with a particularly rough thrust into your mouth. You barely have room to breathe, every inch of your mouth and throat is filled with his cock. Yet, you never struggle for air. Even with the savage pace that he’s setting, G’raha is above all else a considerate lover. The amount of time spent together, both in and out of the bedroom, has made you both able to read the other like an open book. He knows that you can take the frantic movements that he’s currently making, and he knows exactly when to hold back to allow you to take a few inhales of sweet, sweet air.
“My warrior, my guiding light, my hero, gagging on my cock. If only the others were to see you now,” G’raha states as he rests himself in your mouth. Your face is pressed up against his pelvis, your jaw stretched almost uncomfortably wide. You need to place your hands on his legs for support, otherwise you would quickly fall over given his rough ministrations with your head and upper body. All you can do is look up at him and match his gaze once more. You must look like an absolute mess by now. You can feel the drool that has spilled all over his shaft and now coating your shirt. Making eye contact with your drooling mouth, he starts to thrust once more, but this time it’s more erratic than before. He must be getting close.
As his pace increases with speed and ferocity, G’raha lets out a keening moan as he grips your head even harder than before. “Wicked white I’m so close, are you ready? I’m going to spill into your throat, make sure you swallow it all.” You can’t really respond, given your current situation, yet you do your best to nod your head and let out an appreciative moan. That’s what eventually sets him over the edge.
With one final slam of his hips, G’raha hilts himself as far as he can in your mouth. “Take it, take it, take it, take it,” he shouts out as he releases himself into your eager throat. You sit there and take it all, audibly swallowing and gulping down as much of his seed as you can. It’s salty, but not unpleasant, and it quickly fills you up. All the while G’raha is spasming above you, his only movements the twitch of his body as he shoots load after load into your mouth.
After what seems like ages, he slowly pulls himself out of your mouth with a light groan and pop of your lips before collapsing on the bed behind him. His cock is covered in your spit and the remnants of his release. He’s breathing heavily, watching you with something akin to wonder and aww. You kneel there helplessly, mouth open for him to see. You are breathing heavily, and you can hardly feel your face. Yet, you can still feel some of his cum in your mouth, resting on your tongue and coating the back of your throat.
With a slow, languid movement, you tilt your head to show him what remains of his release in your mouth. You feel him intake a sharp breath as without breaking his gaze, you make an exaggerating motion to slowly close your mouth and swallow the rest. You open your mouth once more and show him how clean and empty it is. His erection was softening slightly as he caught his breath but given your show, he shoots back up to attention instantly.
There’s a second or two of silence as you both sit there and stare at each other. You at his already erect again cock and him at your kneeling and messy form. You slowly gather your wits and stand up, shedding your clothes as fast as you can. Muscle memory more than anything guides you at this point, your thoughts are cloudy and jumbled now and all you can think is what comes next. As you shed the last remnants of your clothes, your own erection bounces free. G’raha’s eyes latch onto it immediately.
Normally this is the part where he would normally return the favor and lavish attention on your own cock. But this is not a normal occasion now, is it? You don’t give him much time to stare before you turn around and walk over to a spare table that he’s been using to take notes. You only slightly stumble as you meander over. You can feel his gaze on your rear, and though your mind is slightly foggy you do make a show of sauntering your hips as you walk.
When you reach the table, you slowly lean against it on your forearms. Sticking your ass out, you arch your back ever so slightly as you look back over your shoulder back at G’raha. He’s still staring at your ass, cock hard and tail visibly twitching behind him.
“Raha,” you murmur quietly as you try to meet his gaze. His eyes snap to yours and you’re once again reminded of a predator on the prowl. He’s coiled up like a spring, any exhaustion or fatigue from before is quickly swept away with a single call of his name.
“Yes, my love,” G’raha sounds out as he looks intently into your eyes. There’s a part of you that want to keep playing the brat, to keep riling him up. That part is quickly shut down and cast aside as another part you simply cannot wait any longer and as you are filled with an immense sense of need.
“Fuck me.” You won’t tease and you won’t beg. You are far past the point of caring. All that matters now is that in the next ten second you had better be fucked into the table or you will be very, very upset.
G’raha is upon you in an instant. Without so much as blinking he moves from sitting on the bed to running his hands along your back as he rests his still slick cock upon your ass. “Of course,” he grounds out as he places his cockhead at the entrance of your rear. You need no preparation, and he meets no resistance. In a what feels like both an eternity and a second he is inside you. You both let out moans, you for having your ass finally filled and stretched and him experiencing the warm and tight rear that he so rarely gets to enjoy.
You feel full and stretched out by the time he hilts himself against you, his hips meeting your ass with a soft clap. You both sit in quiet bliss as you both enjoy the feel of each other. The moment only lasts a few second before you feel his hands on your body once more. One pressing your back against the table and the other grabbing your neck and pulling your upper body back, arching you even further. You feel G’raha’s hot breath against your ears. It’s ragged and full of desire.
“I hope you’re ready, because I won’t be holding back.” He drawls out, biting at your ear to punctuate his point. “You’ve given me a taste of something I’ve been lusting after for such a long time. Don’t think that I won’t take advantage of this golden opportunity.” Such a sweet talker he is. You push back against him and grind your ass against his pelvis, drawing another moan from his lips. He pauses for a second before glaring at you from the corner of his eye.
“Good, don’t disappoint me now. I’d hate for this to be a one-time thing,” you say with a breathy tone. Being in charge is nice, but being pounded into a fucking mess is something you could come to like as well. Especially if it’s when G’raha decides to take charge.
A loud slap and stinging sensation rings out across your rear as you let out a loud grunt. “I aim to please,” G’raha says as he makes a move to kiss your neck. “After all, what is a bard without his instrument?”
“What do you mean by thAAAhh!!” You let out a load moan as G’raha pulls out and slams back into you. You feel your entire body quake and you almost ejaculate on the spot. Any thoughts or responses are quickly swept away as he begins to fuck you from behind.
“And your voice makes the sweetest music. Normally it’s your sensual grunts and low moans as I sink onto your cock. Now that the tables are reversed, let’s see how high I can make you moan.” To finish off his sentence, G’raha bites down on the side of your neck with his fangs just as he times it with a rather forceful thrust from behind and all you know from then on is white noise.
G’raha Tia never understood why the warrior liked to always be in charge until now. As he continued to pound into his lover from behind, G’raha knew that he was lost just as much as the man in front him. The couple had moved from the table to the wall and right now, G’raha was doing his utmost best to drive the warrior of light through it. He had him pressed up against the wall as flush as he could, molding his own body to fit against the warrior’s back. All the while he was relentlessly filling his companion over and over again.
“Raha, Raha, Raha.” By the twelve his moans were going to send him over the edge if he wasn’t careful. He’d already ejaculated once and given the brutal pace that he was currently moving at it would definitely not be the last.
“You’re so tight it’s almost unbearable,” he gasped into the warrior’s ear. “It’s like with every thrust I make you clamp down like a vice.”
“That’s, umph, because, I’ve rarely every let anyone use me like this before.” The warrior is struggling to get out basic sentences. But that won’t do, that won’t do at all. G’raha wants him to be a blubbering mess. Payback for all those times he’s been on the receiving end of the warrior’s ministrations.
“How fortunate for you then, because from now on you are going to become much more intimately familiar with the sensation of my cock filling you up. I suggest you get used to it.” He can feel himself getting closer to the breaking point, so in a quick flash of movement he pivots himself and the warrior around and off from the wall, moving towards the bed. G’raha quickly detaches himself from the warrior before tossing him onto the bed.
The warrior let’s out a quiet yelp as he’s thrown forward. Not in pain but in surprise.
“Raha, what are doin-” He’s looking over his shoulder back towards the sound of G’raha’s thundering footsteps.
“On your back, now.” G’raha snaps out as he moves onto the bed. The warrior quickly complies and spreads himself out on the bed, legs wide and inviting, his cock still hard and at attention. G’raha quickly moves between his legs and reinserts himself back into the warriors welcoming hole, immediately returning to his previous pace. He feels the warrior’s legs wrap behind his back as he leans up to give him a quick kiss.
It's wild and sloppy with none of their usual finesse. It’s hungry and demanding, and it leaves both panting when they’re done.
“Raha, I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” the warrior moans out as he clings to the bedsheets under him. He’s beautiful like this, G’raha thinks. His hair is splayed out all around him on the bed and his toned form is slick with sweat. G’raha quickly dips down and licks up from the warrior’s chest to his neck before biting down right where it meets his shoulders. Another melodic moan rips out from the warrior’s throat as G’raha continues to lavish attention upon his neck.
“I’m close as well, my love,” G’raha bites out as he continues to fuck the warrior into the bed. “I want to hear where you want me to cum.” G’raha, the absolute tease that he is, starts to slow down. It’s a tactic that the warrior has used on him before, and it feels so deliciously satisfying to turn it back onto it’s creator.
“Raha please, you can’t be serious, not now.” The warrior is desperate, G’raha can feel it in his tone and by his frantically bucking hips trying to get G’raha to move again.
“I’m quite serious. I want to return the favor, the consideration that you showed me all the times in the past. So please, tell me what you want.” G’raha growls out that last part. In truth he would love nothing more than to keep going. But it’s the principle of the matter that counts, and currently, to cement his final control over the warrior of light in this lasting moment he needs them to give in.
“Raha, c’mon, I’m sorry for teasing you earlier. For being a brat. Just please keep fucking me.” G’raha can see the desperation on the warrior’s face. He’s so close yet so far from achieving the release that he wants.
“Say it.” No other commands, no other gestures. G’raha is practically motionless inside his partner, letting the warrior twist and squirm as much as he can.
“Raha, love, I can’t. I need to cum, please let me cum. I can’t take it anymore.” The finale is rapidly approaching, all the warrior needs is one last push, and he will come undone.
G’raha grabs the warrior by the neck and face and forces his eyes to open. G’raha lets out one final breath through his nose before opening his mouth.
“Say. It.” This is not G’raha Tia anymore, nor is it even the Crystal Exarch. The man currently fucking the warrior of light into the next star is filled with a pure, single-minded desire to make the greatest hero in all of Eorzea submit.”
“Cum inside me! Please Raha, cum inside me and never fucking stop!” He’s well and truly gone at this point. There’s no need for any more words. So G’raha surges forward and does not slow or falter. He’s sure they’re both going to be black and blue come the morning, but that thought is so far away. Right now, all that matters is that G’raha fill his lover up to the brim with his seed and never let him go.
G’raha’s vision goes black, and for a moment he forgets how to breathe. All that he can sense is the contracting of his balls as they shoot rope after rope into the shuddering mess below him. He doesn’t know who’s moaning at this point, maybe its him, maybe it’s his lover, most likely it’s both of them. As his vision clears, he looks down at the warrior under him. If G’raha feels like a mess than the warrior is one. His eyes are unfocused and he’s breathing heavily. G’raha can see the warrior take huge gulps of air as his body tries to return to normal. Looking further down he sees where they are still joined, cum leaking out from the warrior’s ass as their own cock is beginning to slowly soften as well. The warrior had let out a considerable load of his own and covers his lower body and chest. There’s even a spare shot coating the warrior’s cheek.
A compulsive urge over comes G’raha and he leans forward to wipe of the residual liquid from the warrior’s face. The warrior focuses back on to G’raha’s face, comprehension slowly returning from his blissful state.
“Sorry, let me get that for you,” G’raha murmurs as he wipes away the liquid from the warrior’s cheek. The warrior sits there in stunned silence for a second, before throwing his head back and laughing as loud as he can, burying his face into his hands.
G’raha is immediately thrown off guard. “What, what’s so funny?”
It takes a few moments for the warrior to calm down but when he does he beams up at G’raha with his trademark smirk. “You facefuck me into the floor, pound me against the wall, and absolutely ruin my body and the next thing you do is apologize for making me cum on myself?” The warrior breaks out into another fit of laughter.
G’raha’s cheeks flush red and all his bravado and control falls away from him. “Well, I mean, yes. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” Gods above he’s so embarrassed, here is playing the dominant role and in a split second he loses all credibility! He’s ruined the moment and he’s never going to get a chance to do this again and it’s all his fault and –.
“Raha,” you murmur, placing your hand on his cheek. He pauses in his anxious thoughts as he looks down at you once more. “It’s fine, I’m actually glad you did it.” That throws him for a loop.
“You’re glad? But whatever for?” He seems so lost and confused. You chuckle and rub your hand against his face, still slick with sweat.
“I’m glad cause it means you’re still you silly,” you say. “Even when you’re all rough and demanding, I know that you still care for my well-being. Not that I had any doubts.” You quickly add in. Don’t want him to misinterpret you. “It’s why I fell in love with you in the first place, you’re always thinking of others, even in the strangest of situations.”
G’raha blushes even brighter red and he shyly looks off to the side. “… I’m glad you aren’t hurt. I promise to be gentler next time.” He’s nervous, his ears are twitching, and his body is still so tense. You better nip this in the bud right now.
“Gentler? Who said anything about gentler?” You tease out as you shift to sit in his lap. The sudden movement surprises him and he catches you as you almost fall back down onto the bed again, holding you upright so you can straddle his lap. “I might have been surprised in the beginning, but I can easily say that I can definitely get used to dominant Raha,” you purr out as lock your fingers behind his head.
G’raha sits there stunned before he slowly places his hands once more on your hips. “Truly, I didn’t push too hard?”
“Push too hard? No, if anything,” you pause as you lean down to look into his eyes, “I want it harder.”
G’aha’s breathing hitches as his grip on our waist tightens. You moan softly as you feel his cock, still inside you, begin to slowly harden once more. “Is that so,” G’raha inquires, his voice soft, with a dangerous edge to it.
“Mhm,” you affirm, “I am the warrior of light after, and I am anything if not durable. Besides, it’s not like I can’t return the favor.” You slowly begin to grind your hips in his lap, watching his breathing increase and his pupils slit in his eyes once more.
“Later perhaps, but right now it looks like someone still doesn’t know their place yet.” He’s growling again, and it’s still just as toe-curling as it was the first time.
“And where is my place supposed to be?” Playing innocent and being a brat really seems to set the two of you off it seems.
“Moaning and shaking under me, filled to the brim and unable to walk for the next week,” G’raha says aloud, running his fingernails across your back, causing you to arch into him.
“Ahh, I see, so just like how you were when I fucked you into a puddle last week,” you drawl out as you run your hands along his body before getting a handful of his rear.
*Smack* You let out a loud moan as he palms your now glowing ass. “What did I say about you and your witty comments,” G’raha snarls out. He stares you in the eyes and you meet his gaze head on. “When are you going to learn that you can only be a brat so many times before I punish you”.
The both of you know that’s exactly what you want him to do. So, with a final smile you lean down next to his face and whisper into his ears.
“Make me.”
Neither of you get any sleep that night.