[FoF] Seven Days 08
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dracoqueen22Title: Seven Days
Characters: Bluestreak/Jazz
Universe: Flights of Fancy ‘verse, Harpyformers
Rating: M
Warnings: BDSM themes, Sexual Punishment, Orgasm Denial
Description: Perfectly behaved pets are boring pets, but Jazz might have bitten off more than he can chew when he disobeys Bluestreak.
Day Seven
He went to sleep with Bluestreak, still inside him, and woke to Bluestreak slowly and smoothly pumping into him. Jazz was awash with heat, slick soaking his featherdown and rump, his antrum quivering as it gripped Bluestreak’s clava.
“Morning,” Bluestreak murmured, his voice so warm and deep that it dripped into Jazz’s ears like honey.
“An’ it’s a good one.” Jazz arched his back, urging Bluestreak deeper. A tingle gathered at the base of his spine. “You haven’t had your fill yet?”
“Never.”
Bluestreak kissed him, soft and sweet and loving, as much claim as each thrust. Jazz shuddered, his hips rising toward Bluestreak, matching his rhythm. His core throbbed, thick with desire and need.
He moaned, into Bluestreak’s mouth. “Blue, I’m--”
“Hold on.” Bluestreak nuzzled his face, his exhalations so very warm. “I’m almost there. Let’s come together this time, okay? I wanna feel you all around me.”
Jazz shivered again. His entire body flushed with heat. He loved it when Bluestreak talked like that, saying things as though they were a sure bet, so much confidence. It was intoxicating.
“Can’t,” he gasped. He already felt release creeping up on him, a heavy buzz deep in his belly, and a tight coil in his groin.
“A little bit more.” Bluestreak peppered his face with kisses as his thrusts came faster and faster. One hand slid beneath Jazz’s rump, lifting and tilting him for a better angle.
Jazz keened as Bluestreak’s featherdown teased over his throbbing nub. Each faint brush was maddening. His legs quivered.
“Blue!” He tossed his head back.
Lips brushed over his throat, hot and claiming. A tongue swept over his claiming mark, teasing the bite scars. Hot exhalations forced another shiver out of Jazz.
Bluestreak’s rhythm stuttered, less control and more desperate hunt for release.
“Let go, lovely,” he gasped, and his teeth grazed his claim as though he intended to stake it all over again.
Orgasm poured over Jazz like a dip in the hot springs – hot and tingling and oh so good. He moaned as he felt Bluestreak spill into him, as his mate moaned his name and babbled out a litany of praise.
Jazz hummed happily as Bluestreak kissed him again, slow and deep, just like the motion of his hips, determined to extend Jazz’s pleasure.
He had the best mate in the world.
Bluestreak nuzzled him, and they shared the same breathing space. He lingered within Jazz, the press of their bodies warm and sticky and sated.
Jazz nuzzled back. “You,” he said, “are a force to be reckoned with.”
“Thank you.” Bluestreak chuckled. He curled around Jazz, tugging him close without shifting out of him, and started petting whatever he could reach. “And you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll bet.”
“Yeah. Never play games with a bara who was trained by his healer sire.” Jazz arched into the strokes, his frame still aching and limp.
He wasn’t going to be able to move from the nest today. He sincerely hoped Bluestreak didn’t have plans for him.
“Close enough.” Bluestreak tucked Jazz’s head under his chin and hummed low in his throat.
He had a beautiful voice. He didn’t sing often, but Jazz was occasionally treated to private shows. Bluestreak sang while he cleaned, too. It was the most adorable thing.
Then again, everything about his mate was adorable.
“There’s no way I’m going to make it out of this nest today,” Jazz said, and his voice crackled on the end. He distantly remembered screaming his release last night.
There probably wasn’t anyone on this level who hadn’t heard him.
Oh, well. They should be used to that by now.
“Then it’s a good thing I’ve already taken care of all our needs.” Bluestreak’s talons carded through his feathers, occasionally scratching over the skin beneath, and damn, it felt good. “Carrier’s going to bring by some food in a bit. I’ll get you up in the chair later so I can change out the covers. And tonight, I’ll carry you down to the hot springs for a long soak.”
Jazz purred and buried his hands in Bluestreak’s feathers – they were so fluffy in comparison to Jazz’s previous lovers. Got that from his sire, Bluestreak did. Ratchet was pretty fluffy, too. “You are the best mate ever,” Jazz declared.
Bluestreak laughed quietly. “And you are the best submissive I could have ever found.” He nuzzled the top of Jazz’s head. “I love you, flitterling.”
He always said it so easily. So earnestly. Jazz’s core tightened and throbbed every time he heard the words. They were rare in his life until Bluestreak came along.
He didn’t think he’d ever know what it felt like to be loved.
Jazz hid his face against Bluestreak’s chest. “You’re my only,” he murmured in return, just loud enough for Bluestreak to hear, but not for it to carry.
Bluestreak’s embrace tightened around him, an answer without words.
***
Characters: Bluestreak/Jazz
Universe: Flights of Fancy ‘verse, Harpyformers
Rating: M
Warnings: BDSM themes, Sexual Punishment, Orgasm Denial
Description: Perfectly behaved pets are boring pets, but Jazz might have bitten off more than he can chew when he disobeys Bluestreak.
He went to sleep with Bluestreak, still inside him, and woke to Bluestreak slowly and smoothly pumping into him. Jazz was awash with heat, slick soaking his featherdown and rump, his antrum quivering as it gripped Bluestreak’s clava.
“Morning,” Bluestreak murmured, his voice so warm and deep that it dripped into Jazz’s ears like honey.
“An’ it’s a good one.” Jazz arched his back, urging Bluestreak deeper. A tingle gathered at the base of his spine. “You haven’t had your fill yet?”
“Never.”
Bluestreak kissed him, soft and sweet and loving, as much claim as each thrust. Jazz shuddered, his hips rising toward Bluestreak, matching his rhythm. His core throbbed, thick with desire and need.
He moaned, into Bluestreak’s mouth. “Blue, I’m--”
“Hold on.” Bluestreak nuzzled his face, his exhalations so very warm. “I’m almost there. Let’s come together this time, okay? I wanna feel you all around me.”
Jazz shivered again. His entire body flushed with heat. He loved it when Bluestreak talked like that, saying things as though they were a sure bet, so much confidence. It was intoxicating.
“Can’t,” he gasped. He already felt release creeping up on him, a heavy buzz deep in his belly, and a tight coil in his groin.
“A little bit more.” Bluestreak peppered his face with kisses as his thrusts came faster and faster. One hand slid beneath Jazz’s rump, lifting and tilting him for a better angle.
Jazz keened as Bluestreak’s featherdown teased over his throbbing nub. Each faint brush was maddening. His legs quivered.
“Blue!” He tossed his head back.
Lips brushed over his throat, hot and claiming. A tongue swept over his claiming mark, teasing the bite scars. Hot exhalations forced another shiver out of Jazz.
Bluestreak’s rhythm stuttered, less control and more desperate hunt for release.
“Let go, lovely,” he gasped, and his teeth grazed his claim as though he intended to stake it all over again.
Orgasm poured over Jazz like a dip in the hot springs – hot and tingling and oh so good. He moaned as he felt Bluestreak spill into him, as his mate moaned his name and babbled out a litany of praise.
Jazz hummed happily as Bluestreak kissed him again, slow and deep, just like the motion of his hips, determined to extend Jazz’s pleasure.
He had the best mate in the world.
Bluestreak nuzzled him, and they shared the same breathing space. He lingered within Jazz, the press of their bodies warm and sticky and sated.
Jazz nuzzled back. “You,” he said, “are a force to be reckoned with.”
“Thank you.” Bluestreak chuckled. He curled around Jazz, tugging him close without shifting out of him, and started petting whatever he could reach. “And you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll bet.”
“Yeah. Never play games with a bara who was trained by his healer sire.” Jazz arched into the strokes, his frame still aching and limp.
He wasn’t going to be able to move from the nest today. He sincerely hoped Bluestreak didn’t have plans for him.
“Close enough.” Bluestreak tucked Jazz’s head under his chin and hummed low in his throat.
He had a beautiful voice. He didn’t sing often, but Jazz was occasionally treated to private shows. Bluestreak sang while he cleaned, too. It was the most adorable thing.
Then again, everything about his mate was adorable.
“There’s no way I’m going to make it out of this nest today,” Jazz said, and his voice crackled on the end. He distantly remembered screaming his release last night.
There probably wasn’t anyone on this level who hadn’t heard him.
Oh, well. They should be used to that by now.
“Then it’s a good thing I’ve already taken care of all our needs.” Bluestreak’s talons carded through his feathers, occasionally scratching over the skin beneath, and damn, it felt good. “Carrier’s going to bring by some food in a bit. I’ll get you up in the chair later so I can change out the covers. And tonight, I’ll carry you down to the hot springs for a long soak.”
Jazz purred and buried his hands in Bluestreak’s feathers – they were so fluffy in comparison to Jazz’s previous lovers. Got that from his sire, Bluestreak did. Ratchet was pretty fluffy, too. “You are the best mate ever,” Jazz declared.
Bluestreak laughed quietly. “And you are the best submissive I could have ever found.” He nuzzled the top of Jazz’s head. “I love you, flitterling.”
He always said it so easily. So earnestly. Jazz’s core tightened and throbbed every time he heard the words. They were rare in his life until Bluestreak came along.
He didn’t think he’d ever know what it felt like to be loved.
Jazz hid his face against Bluestreak’s chest. “You’re my only,” he murmured in return, just loud enough for Bluestreak to hear, but not for it to carry.
Bluestreak’s embrace tightened around him, an answer without words.
