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Admittedly, you weren’t sure how this conversation came around, but you were glad that it did. Because it gave you so many new ideas to try out with Hunter.
Phee leaned back in her chair, a wide-brimmed cocktail glass in her hand as she recounted the tales of her and Tech. “I knew he was creative but, ooh boy! He really out did himself!” Phee chuckled, making your face heat up even further than it had been.
“I take it you had a very satisfying night then” you retorted, sipping on your own drink. The chatter around you in the beach bar on Pabu helped cover your risqué conversation. Well you hoped it did.
“Very. Who knew that a trooper’s helmet could work as a blind fold. They can just turn off the visual fields and it all goes dark” she smirked, sending you a wink.
“What? I didn’t know it could do that!” you gasped, surprised at this useful bit of knowledge that she was sharing with you. Straight away your imagination began to run wild, imagining Hunter placing his helmet over your head, your vision going dark as he ran his hands over your body, teasing you with his dark, silky voice. You reached to take another sip of your drink, throat suddenly parched. Phee smirked at you knowingly, and you ducked your heated face away from her.
“Yeah, it heightens the senses, you know. Tech promised me that I can blindfold him next. Maybe take away his hearing, wear some headphones to muffle everything out” Phee explained, humming in thought as she aired her suggestions out to you. As much as you loved Phee and Tech, and you were so happy that they had found each other, you really didn’t want to know any more.
While she thought about what could be done, you cast your mind back to your own trooper. Just the thought of Hunter slipping his bandana over your eyes had your hand curling in your lap. To be lost in the smell of him surrounding you in his bunk, not being able to see as he kissed down your body. You could just imagine how it would feel to turn the tables on him. Spreading him out like a feast before you, taking away his sight with his own bandana or helmet. Perhaps not his helmet though, you enjoyed watching all the beautiful expressions that crossed his face as pleasure wracked through his body.
But maybe it would be too much for him. Hunter’s senses was extra sensitive, and you had been there with him when they hindered him as much as they helped. There was times when he had to lie down, head in your lap as you helped soothe him from the migraines that was caused by his sensitivity to light and sound. Sometimes you’d find him grimacing and coughing as you walked past shops or restaurants that had certain smells that agitated his nose. More than once you had turned off most of the electrical things in your house to help him not get overloaded by the electromagnetic pulses that he could detect. So perhaps during the times when you were intimate it might be too much for him to push his heightened senses even further.
You must have been quiet for too long because you were pulled from your thoughts by Phee laying her hand on your arm. “I mean you must have tried it surely, a man with heightened senses. That’s a minefield of kinks to explore” Phee stated, spotting the curious look on your face.
Blushing heavier at her probing, you shook your head. “No… it’s not something we’ve ever discussed” you shrugged, looking away from her knowing eyes.
“If it’s something you both want, maybe you should” she suggested, sending you a small smile that you couldn’t help but return.
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The conversation with Phee stayed in your head for the next few days, and you couldn’t help but want to do more research on it. Tech had picked up on you already pouring over a datapad and offered to help, but this was something you definitely didn’t want the intelligent clone’s help with. You didn’t think you would be able to talk to Tech about discovering kinks with his own brother. Or look him in the eye ever again. No, that would be too awkward for everyone involved.
“Still pouring over that datapad?”
You jumped at the deep rumble that came from behind you, looking up and instantly having your breath taken away. Hunter stood in the doorway, arms crossed and leaning his shoulder against the frame. He had a soft affectionate, yet teasing, look on his face as he smiled at you. He was gorgeous. The sight of him enough to have you forgetting what he said.
The smile widened over his handsome face as he stepped into the room, coming over to lean against the back of the chair you were sprawled on. You angled the screen away from him but looked up at him, his hair fell around his face and you quickly tucked it back into place behind his ear.
“I said, are you still pouring over that datapad?” he grinned, running a hand down your shoulder.
“Oh! I was. But if you need anything, this can always wait” you replied, blushing slightly at being caught so distracted by him. No doubt he could hear how your heart raced, the little changes in your body’s signals that highlighted just how much he affected you.
“I appreciate it cyare, but I just wanted to check up on you. What’s been taking up all your attention?” he asked, fingers twisting around a strand of your hair that had fallen out of place.
There was no hiding the flush that crept along your face at that question. He raised an eyebrow at your reaction, hearing your heart jump at his words.
“Just a bit of research, it doesn’t matter” you hurriedly said, internally grimacing at the way your voice went higher and the way you scrambled around to shove the datapad out of view. God, you lied even worse than the clones!
“Uhuh” he hummed, taking your hand and pulling you out of the chair. He quickly stole your spot, and tugged you back down onto his lap. You swung your legs over his and left them dangling off the side of the arm rest. His hand wrapped around your lower back, the other squeezing your knee. “Come on, cyare. You can do better than that” he teased, pulling you even closer to his warmth.
You groaned, burying your head into his chest. If only the ground would open up and swallow you so you could avoid this conversation with him. His warmth could be felt through his civvies and it helped relax you slightly as you leant into him. Was it worth discussing this with him? The kink had certainly caught your attention, but you were unsure how Hunter would react. Perhaps he wouldn’t feel the same, or maybe he would laugh at you, or feel disgusted by your thoughts. There was so many ways it could go wrong.
“Cyare?” he hummed, as you got lost in your own thoughts. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to” he comforted, frowning as he felt the way you tensed in his hold and how your heart raced for a completely different reason than before. He stroked soothing circles against your thigh and back, hoping you would understand that he was happy to just be here and hold you.
Trailing your hand up to his chest, you began to draw absent patterns onto his broad pecs, trying to find a way to word it so that Hunger could understand what had kept you so distracted these last few days. The gesture was calming to you as well as him, as you nodded to yourself, taking in a deep breath before you began.
“I met Phee for a drink a few days ago” you started, tracing the Bad Batch symbol into the shirt beneath your hands. Hunter hummed in remembrance but didn’t say anything else, waiting for you to carry on. “We got talking and she was telling me about… stuff with Tech” you told him, biting your lip as nerves bubbled in your stomach.
“Okay… what else, mesh’la?” he grimaced, he really didn’t want to hear about his younger brother’s sex life but forged on anyway. Something was on your mind, and he was determined to help you through it.
“She mentioned that… er… I uh thought… she-she mentioned that Tech had used his helmet to take away her sight. That it was part of sensory deprivation and how much she enjoyed it” you stuttered, the words falling out of your mouth in a jumbled mess.
You could feel Hunter stiffen beneath you, his hands tightening just slightly against you to keep you pressed against him. Looking up, you noticed that he wasn’t looking down at you, instead staring off to the far distance with a surprised look on his face.
“And I started to wonder what that would be like, because she seemed to enjoy it a lot. So I started researching it and honestly Hunter, there’s a lot of things that relates to sensory deprivation. It’s a very interesting topic and I couldn’t stop the thought of us trying it out. And I know that your senses are heightened so we don’t have to try it. I don’t want you to become overwhelmed-” you rambled, words coming faster and faster as you panicked, before Hunter pressed his lips to yours, silencing you.
Hunter slid his hand up your back to grip the nape of your neck, stilling you as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before nipping at your bottom lip. It had the desired affect of you gasping and he wasted no time slipping his tongue into your mouth, swallowing any more of your noises.
Pulling away, he rested your foreheads together, eyes closed tightly. You couldn’t help but grip onto his shirt, fingers tangled in the material as you both breathed heavily against each other. As you went to open your mouth again to speak, he stopped you. “Take a breath, love” he said, shaking his head.
You did so, chest becoming less tight after your panicked explanation and Hunter’s kiss. Taking a few more, you began to relax against his chest, cuddling further into him.
“Good girl” he praised, squeezing and massaging the back of your neck with his large, warm hand.
That was just unfair. How did he expect you to not be affected by that? You felt heat rush through you and your thighs tensed at the feeling of you getting wet just from his words. Hunter must have smelt your arousal because his fingers tightened slightly on your knee and he took in a deeper breath.
“Now, is this what has been on your mind for the last few days?” he asked, hand coming round to cup your cheek and pull your gaze to his. You nodded, unable to look away from those dark, mesmerising eyes. “You should have said something, love. You can always come to me with anything, you know that” he murmured, thumb stroking the delicate skin underneath your eye. It had your eyes fluttering closed as you leaned into his hand. “In fact, I think I’d like to try that out now” he said, voice dropping huskily as his hand slid higher up your thigh.
“Really?” you breathed, eyes tearing themselves open to look into his darkening eyes. It had your breath catching in your throat as you thought of all the possibilities that you had once thought impossible, was now very much an option for you to try out with your Sergeant.
“Of course cyar’ika, but I want to talk about it first. If we’re going to do this, then I want to make sure we’re on the same page. Know what we both want and need and when to stop before it gets too much” he insisted, voice firm but gentle. A variation of the voice he used while in command that said there would be no arguments, but softened just for you.
“I agree, I don’t want any of us, especially you, to get overwhelmed. It wouldn’t be fun then if it became too much” you nodded, reaching to trace the tattoo across his face before turning to the datapad in your hand. You had forgotten you were even holding it before Hunter kissed you.
“Hit me with it, cyare” Hunter smiled, relaxing further back into the chair. It caused his legs to widen even further and you reached out to grip his shirt once more. His amusement was clear to see as his smile widened.
“Okay, I’ve been doing some research and there’s a number of different ways to take away your senses. These include the common ones such as blindfold, ear plugs, gags, binders etc., there is also things such as nose plugs and the like that will stop your sense of smell, interestingly enough” you reported, going through the research you had already collected on the subject. You showed him a number of toys that you had found that could be used on your datapad.
He hummed, letting you continue to tell him what you had found out.
“There is also the sensation of taste, and most sites suggested food to heighten your senses, rather than take anything away. However, I think we’d need more time to prepare, I don’t want to be explaining to the others why our bedsheets are so messy with food. Especially as we’ve been telling Omega she can’t eat in bed, that conversation would just be too awful” you explained, shaking your head at the thought of having to lie to Omega about this.
“Agreed, so I think we should decide on who wants to try it first” Hunter suggested, bringing you back to the topic at hand. He loved how thorough you were in your research, wanting to make sure that he was cared for and that it would be just as fun for him. Your care and devotion to him, to his comfort, just made him fall in love with you even more. Taking in a deep breath of your scent, now tinged with your arousal, he could feel his cock begin to twitch in his pants.
“Would… would this be something you would be interested in?” you ventured, biting your lip as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “You’re the one with the heightened senses. Do you think you would be okay with one getting taken away and the others heightened even more?” you wondered, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and playing with the strands of his dark hair.
He paused, thinking through what it would mean for him. He knew his senses better than anyone, he knew his own limitations and just how affected they would be if taken away. Most of the time, his senses were always on alert, ready to be utilised in any and every situation. It would be nice to not have to think about that for a while, to just be able to relax into you.
“It’s not something I’ve ever thought about but… I can’t deny that I really want to try it out with you” he admitted, leaning back into your hand that was carding through his hair.
You felt the weight of Hunter’s trust and faith in you just then. It wasn’t often he allowed himself to be vulnerable, only ever around his family. So to be showed that level of love and trust made you feel quite heady. Smiling softly, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his full lips, feeling them return the gesture in kind before he pulled away from you.
“So, what kind of things are we talking about here?” he asked, glancing back down at your datapad that had fallen into your lap.
Grasping it again, you quickly pulled your research back up. “Well, we could go through the different senses, see which one is more appealing to you and which would be a good starting point for us” you murmured, leaning the datapad on your knees, determined to keep stroking through his luxurious hair.
“Fine with me cyare” he chuckled, stroking up and down your thigh with his warm, calloused hand. With each upward stroke he got higher and higher up your thigh.
“What about smell? We could find something so you won’t smell me while-” you suggested, biting your lip as you researched what could be done as you wriggled, getting into a more comfortable position on his lap as you let him play with your leg.
“No. I love being able to smell you, smell exactly what happens when I kiss you just here. When I whisper exactly what I want to do with you” he teased, bringing his fingers up to run them tortuously slow over the sensitive spot on your neck that always pulled a small gasp and a shudder from you.
“O-okay then, not smell” you breathed, as it was becoming a lot harder to keep your thoughts straight with Hunter’s little touches and his seductive voice whispering into your ear. “What about a blindfold? Would that be okay for you?” you asked, pulling your focus back onto the discussion that you were having. It was important to not get distracted as you spoke about the limits that both of you had.
“I don’t need to see you to know exactly what I do to you, sweetheart” he chuckled lowly, hand slipping to rest just above the curve of your ass, the other coming up to cup your cheek and brush his thumb over your cheekbone.
“You’re making it really difficult to concentrate you know?” you grumbled, gulping back the saliva that pooled in your mouth and ignoring the flush that raced through you.
He hummed, a smirk pulling at his lips at that. “I think we’ve found a winner” he murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to your heated cheek.
“But… but we haven’t discussed limits or what you want to do” you protested weakly, eyes sliding closed as you nuzzled into him.
“Do you remember my safeword?” he asked, smiling slightly at your words. He knew he would be in safe hands with you. Nobody had cared for him just like you. Always making sure he was comfortable, he was fed, and happy and safe. His brothers and sister loved him, just like he loved them, but with you, it was so different. What the two of you had was special and he couldn’t imagine having this connection with anyone else. No, in his future, he could see only you.
“Of course I do!” you insisted, grimacing at his choice of safeword. “Tarkin” you spat out, hatred filling you for what he had done to the Bad Batch and the rest of the clones. “I don’t know why you chose that one” you grumbled, shaking your head at him.
“Because mesh’la, I can guarantee, if that word comes up in our sexy times together, I will go softer than a rotten meiloorun in an instant” he reminded, making you let out a small huff of laughter. He was right, he was a sure mood killer. “So, if it gets too much, I’ll say it. I trust you. Do you trust me to know when I need to use my safeword?” he assured, pulling away to cup your face in his hands, looking at you with such a tender expression it made your heart clench.
“I trust you with my life” you vowed.
Hunter let out a small groan and leaned forward to kiss you, unable to hold back at your words. He caressed your lips with his, prising your mouth open so he could lick inside, groaning louder as the taste of you burst against his tongue. He couldn’t help but close his eyes as he thread his hands to the nape of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.
When the need to breathe became too much, you pulled away, leaning your forehead against his. You were both panting, breath mixed between you as you pressed as close as you possibly could against him. Angling your head to the side so he could kiss along your neck, an errant thought popped into your head. “What about the others?” you gasped, closing your eyes against the feeling of his stubble brushing against your neck.
He grazed his teeth over your pulse point, thrilled to feel it flutter underneath his tongue as he soothed the mark he left. “We have the house to ourselves, everyone else is out” he assured, kissing the patch of skin next to it and beginning a new mark for you to wear.
“Oh” you breathed, relaxing into his hold. Raking your fingers through his hair, you tugged on his dark strands lightly, feeling the way he tensed up underneath you at the action. “We should take this to the bedroom” you suggested, returning your lips to his, unable to not kiss him and drinking in the darkened, lust-filled look in his eyes. Matched with the dark tattoo spread across half his face, it made heat pool in your stomach.
Hunter gently guided you up off his lap, breaking the kiss and chuckling softly at your whine in disappointment. But as soon as he was on his feet in front of you, he scooped you up, wrapping his strong arms underneath your ass and lifting you up.
You couldn’t help the small squeak of surprise at his bold movement, his show of strength easy to see as he carried you like you weighed nothing to him. Wrapping your legs around his slutty little waist and your arms around his neck, you held on tight. He growled playfully at you before attaching his lips to yours once more, swallowing your soft whimpers and moans as he guided you both to the bedroom.
Licking into your mouth, he pressed you into the wall next to the door, teasing you and drawing out your own tongue against his own. He didn’t pull away, not even to press the button to open the door. As soon as it was open, he was stepping into your shared room, dropping you onto the mattress and taking in your sprawled, flushed body against his sheets. He groaned, palming himself through his pants as your heated look met his.
“Kriff Hunter!” you cursed, tugging off your shirt and throwing it to the floor. “You don’t know what you do to me” you breathed, pulling him towards you with a tug of his own shirt. You twisted the material around your fingers as you climbed onto your knees, eager to touch his bare skin. To feel him against you.
“Oh I think I do, mesh’la” he smirked, helping you to slide the restricting material off his top half. “Because you make me feel the exact same” he admitted, hands landing on your hips to steady you.
You smiled, pressing kisses along his jaw and neck as you ran your hands down his torso, feeling the sharp edges and hard muscles that defined his chest.
Hunter let out a quiet sigh, rolling his head back to give you more room to leave just as many marks as you wanted on his bronzed skin. As your fingers traced around his dusty pink nipples, he couldn’t help but squeeze your hips tight as he fought the moan that was trying to escape his lips.
Deciding to tease him, tracing over the dark skeleton tattoo on one side of his body, you slid your fingers lower. Running them through the soft hair that ran from his belly button and into his pants, you couldn’t help but tug lightly on the hair.
“Fuck cyare!” he grunted, biting his lip as you pulled away to look at him. “Do that again and I’m fucking you through this mattress! Forget the blindfold” he warned, heat searing his nerves at the small move. His senses already felt on overdrive, he could hear your racing heart, see the fluttering of your pulse in your neck, and smell your arousal in the air as it leaked from you.
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time” you giggled, palming him through the front of his pants. He let out a choked breath as his head landed on your shoulder. You could feel just how hot and hard he was underneath your hand. Licking your lips, you hooked your fingers underneath his pants and tugged them down, pushing them to his knees and letting him step out of them. It left him in tight underwear that left nothing to the imagination, as you grazed his prominent bulge with a light drag of your fingernails.
Hunter growled, hand coming to grip your wrist to still you.
“Get on the bed, Sergeant” you ordered him, stepping off the bed to slip your own pants down your legs and leaving you in your underwear.
Hunter did as he was told, climbing on the bed and scooting up to the top of the bed so he could lean against the headboard. He shoved a couple of pillows behind him, getting comfortable as he watched you undress. His mouth watered as you were left in just your bra and panties, showing the beautiful body he couldn’t help but want to devour. He wanted to press kisses along every inch of your skin, to mark you as much as you allowed and touch you until you were screaming his name.
Straddling him, you couldn’t help but smirk at the almost black eyes trailed over your body, landing on your heaving breasts as you took in deep breaths to steady yourself. Reaching behind you, he watched in awe as your breasts tumbled out of their encasement. Hearing your soft sigh at having the pressure gone from you, he brought a hand up to your breast, massaging and rubbing the red marks left behind by your bra.
“So kriffing gorgeous, cyare. Can I taste you? Please?” he rasped out, thumb gliding across a nipple.
“Hold on trooper” you murmured, taking a grip of his hand and bringing them between you both to wait. “I want to cover your eyes. Can I use your bandana?” you requested, brushing his hair away from the front of his bandana.
“Yes, mesh’la. Use whatever you want” he nodded, hands coming to land on your thighs so he wouldn’t be tempted to touch your breasts just yet, as they hung in front of his face.
“Thank you, my love” you smiled, kissing his head before sliding his red Clone Force 99 bandana from his head. You carefully positioned it over his eyes, making sure they were covered before you tied it behind his head.
You waved your hand in front of his face as he chuckled, kneading your upper thighs. “I can feel you moving cyare, but I can’t see you” he reported, smile dancing along his lips.
“Does it feel okay?” you frowned, checking in with him to make sure it wasn’t too tight or too jarring for him.
“Feels perfect, cyare. Good job” he praised, feeling smug at the fresh wave of arousal he could smell at his words.
With his eyesight gone, his other senses came alive. He could feel the warm, humid air of Pabu filter in through the open window, sense the current of electricity running through the house and the irritating noise of the tap dripping in the refresher. But it all paled in comparison to you. The feel of your hot skin pressing against his chest, the way he could feel your thighs beginning to clench around his own. Hear how your heart raced and the small gulp you gave as saliva pooled in your mouth as you ran your gaze over him. Could smell just how sweet you smelled as slick collected and soaked the material of your panties, smell just how he was affecting you with words alone.
He was surprised when he felt your hands guide his to your chest, encouraging him to feel and play to his heart’s content. Not willing to refuse you anything and meet his own needs, Hunter squeezed the breasts in his hands before pressing kisses around the swell of them. Your breath stuttered in your throat, Hunter could hear it as he continued to massage your beautiful tits in his hands.
“Hunter!” you groaned, hips rolling against his bulge as you tried to resist pulling on his hair. The feeling of his talented mouth laying kisses to your breasts but not going any further had you feeling very frustrated.
Chuckling, he guided his mouth to one of your nipples, enveloping the nub into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Running his tongue over the pert nipple, flicking the bud over and over until it had you squirming in his lap. He could feel the wet heat seep into his own briefs, the thought enough to have him twitching beneath you.
Feeling Hunter suck on your breasts, you rocked against him, hand threading through his hair and tugging. The moan he let out around you had your own eyes sliding shut as his hand came up to give your other breast some attention. After a few more moments he switched, taking your other bud into his mouth and doing the exact same thing. The air hit your wet nipple and you felt your core tighten at the feeling of it pebbling.
Pulling away from Hunter, you helped lie him down fully on the bed, getting him comfortable against the pillows underneath him. When he was stretched out before you, you licked your lips, taking in his rugged, handsome look. His cheeks were flushed pink, your marks scattered along his neck and shoulder, and you couldn’t help but admire them as they accompanied his dark tattoo that trailed all the way down to his toes. Gods, he was absolutely gorgeous.
You pressed a kiss to his heart, making sure to be tender and soft in your affection. However it didn’t last as you ran your tongue down his tattoo, tracing the design until you reached the hemline of his briefs. He shuddered at every swipe of your tongue against his sensitive skin, nerves firing back at him at the feel of you.
Hunter moaned, chest pressing against your lips and arching into you as he felt your hot breath land on his bulge. He felt his skin prickle at the soft caress of your lips against his sweat slick skin and he couldn’t help but drift his hands into your hair.
You tugged down the hem of his briefs before pressing delicate, teasing kisses to his hips, licking along the dark tattooed skin on his left side, before returning to give his tanned, bare side the same attention. “Hunter” you breathed, dragging your nose above the coarse wiry hair that surrounded his cock. Hearing his loud gasp and feeling the slight pull on your hair, you know you had his attention. “I want to taste you but I also want you to eat me out. Would that be too much for you?” you told him, wanting to make sure he was comfortable and well within his limits.
“Fuck! Yes mesh’la, yes! Let me taste you, please. You smell so good, can’t wait to bury my face in your tasty little pussy” he growled, hips twitching at your teasing touches. He slid his hands down your smooth, warm skin as you knelt before him and slipped your own panties off. Hunter helped to guide you as much as he could so you could get into position over the top of him. It would have been easier if he could see what he was doing, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from pulling you as close as possible.
Hovering over his face, he could smell just how close your core was to him, the smell so much stronger and sweeter now. He could almost taste the delicious arousal that would flood his tongue just as soon as you lowered yourself down onto him.
However, he seemed to forget just how talented and amazing your own mouth was, as he let out a loud shout of your name as you wrapped your lips around his weeping cock. He was of average length but thick, and he stretched your mouth to near it’s limit as you took him in to you. Feeling his stomach muscles quiver underneath you, you began to gently suck and run your tongue over his shaft, tasting the pre cum that had already begun to leak from the tip.
Your Sergeant couldn’t help the whine that escaped him at the sudden heat that surrounded his cock as you took him into your mouth. It felt like he was on fire. With every strip of drool that ran from the corners of your mouth and pooled at his base, it felt like he was being burnt. The sensation of being taken into the wet, hot cavern heightened even more by not being able to see.
When he could gather enough thoughts to reciprocate, he pulled your hips down onto his lower face and began to devour you. He wasted no time running his tongue through your folds, collecting the slick that you had produced and swallowing it into his mouth. His agile tongue then flicked over your bundle of nerves, causing a moan to echo around his cock, the vibrations almost enough to send him over the edge. Fuck, he had never been so close just from a blow job before, but the way the blindfold made him extra sensitive was sending a tingling down his spine.
He wasn’t an experimental commando for nothing, as he decided to push through the overload on his senses, as he fought against the distraction of your mouth to make you feel good. Pulling away to spit slightly at your clenching opening, he ran his fingers through the mess before pushing two of his fingers into your entrance. You groaned at the intrusion, hips thrusting back into his face as he stretched you and curled them just right.
You cried out, pulling away from your trooper’s cock to take in a deep lungful of air. Hunter was thrusting his fingers into your cunt, groaning softly at the sight of your greedy hole swallowing his fingers and trying to pull them further into you. You couldn’t help but rest your head on his hip, panting heavily as you began pumping his shaft, giving the head a little twist with every upwards stroke. Your other hand came to cup his balls, playing with them gently. It had him shouting out your name, the noise echoing in the quiet room as he almost bucked his hips into your face. It seemed your clone was feeling extra sensitive tonight.
Enjoying listening to his sweet sounds, you gritted your teeth when you felt him take your slit into his mouth, sucking slightly on the swollen nub and muffling his noises. You wanted more. Wanted to hear just how good you made him feel. So you removed your hand away from his length and swallowed his cock all the way down to the base, his hair tickling your nose and making you groan.
Hunter’s teeth grazed against your clit as he felt you swallow him down whole, the vibrations of your groan causing white hot pleasure shooting through his body. It felt like he was going to release straight down your throat, feeling the tell tale signs of his stomach tightening and his balls drawing up. But he didn’t want that, he wanted to feel your tight entrance around him, strangling his cock as you both writhed against each other as your releases hit you. Reaching down, he pulled on your hair, tugging you away from his twitching cock.
You let out a few heavy pants before you turned to pout at him. Oh, you forgot he couldn’t see you. But somehow, he knew exactly what you were doing because he chuckled, head slamming back onto the pillows beneath him.
“Fuck, don’t pout mesh’la, I nearly emptied down your throat” he grumbled out, hands squeezing your ass cheeks and keeping your arousal at a low level simmer, ready for him to build you up once he had gained more control of himself.
“Why didn’t you?” you complained, turning around to climb up his body and resting your palms against his pecs.
“Because I want to fuck your tight little pussy instead. Can’t wait to know what you feel like around my cock like this” he admitted, tugging you down to him. You whined, craving the feel of his cock pressing into you, the initial burn as you took him quickly settling into liquid heat running through your veins.
“Fine, but only because I want it too” you grumbled, pressing a kiss to his lips. You deepened the kiss, letting out a pleased noise as the taste of both of you mixed together, just like it should be.
He chuckled, feeling the heat radiating off you as you straddled his hips, his cock brushing through your folds and against your clit. It felt like lava was almost dripping on him as your arousal leaked out of you onto his cock. He reached down to slick himself up, spreading you along his shaft until he was ready to notch himself at your entrance.
Pressing in, you whined against his mouth, the burn of him filling you and stretching you around him had you clutching onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady.
“That’s it perfect girl, you’ve done so well. Just a little more, cyare” he encouraged, pushing into you with a steady and sure pace. He should have opened you up more, he thought ruefully, but the both of you were so worked up, it was like you needed to be joined together.
When he had bottomed out inside of you, Hunter clenched his jaw, and you could see the muscle flutter in his cheek as he kept a tight hold of your hips. You could just imagine how it felt for him, your tight, hot heat must feel exquisite surrounding his sensitive cock. Just as good as it felt for his length to finally fill you, pressing into all those spots inside of you that you couldn’t quite reach on your own.
Taking a shuddering breath in, you pushed yourself up from his chest and placed your hands on his strong, broad chest. Knowing he would keep you steady, you began to lift your hips in minute heights before dropping back onto his cock, slowly rising higher and higher until he nearly slipped out of your core.
Hunter bit back a huff of frustration as you teased him, never going as fast as he needed or giving you both what you wanted. No this was an unrushed pace, maintaining the pleasure that had been coiling in both your cores but never letting it build up to a proper release.
“Cyare! Please!” he grit out, hands tightening on your hips to help increase your pace.
“Patience, Sergeant” you teased, dropping your head to your chest as you began to roll your hips against his.
At the end of his tether as all his senses were sounding off, he planted his feet into the mattress before thrusting up into your tight heat on one of your downward movements.
“Hunter!” you wailed, the thrust nailing that spot inside of you that had you clenching around him tightly. You collapsed against his chest, nails digging into his broad shoulders as he continued to snap his hips up into yours at a brutal pace. It seemed you had pushed your commando to his limit.
“Kriff! Fuck! Oh love, you’re so tight. So good… so good around me” he muttered, slamming you down onto his cock as your cries and shouts filled his ear. He couldn’t help but feel so proud at how absolutely wrecked you would sound to anyone who walked past your windows. Hunter couldn’t get enough of you, the sounds you made, the delicious slide of your sweat slicked skin against his own. It was nearing too much.
Burying your face into his neck to muffle your sounds, you bit lightly onto his shoulder, making him shout out your name for everyone to hear. It was only just about heard over the wet, squelching sounds as his cock drove into your pulsing heat.
Undulating your hips back against his, you tried to match his rhythm as much as you could, but it was becoming harder and harder as you felt your peak getting closer.
“Touch yourself, cyare. Need to feel you cum around my cock, wanna feel you drench me” he gasped, gritting his teeth as he began to loose his rhythm as his own release was cresting.
Your reached in between you, barely getting a couple of circles around your clit before you were clenching down around Hunter, vision going white as you shuddered and cried out. Your tightening, pulsating walls quickly threw Hunter over the edge, his hips stuttering for a few more thrust before he stilled, shooting his load into you.
After the aftershocks of your orgasm died down, you barely had enough strength to sit up slightly to look at him. “Gonna take your bandana off now” you mumbled, a few words slurring together as sleep called to you.
He hummed his consent and you carefully pulled it away, not wanting to over-sensitise him to the room around you after being in darkness for a while. He ran a hand over his eyes, blinking away the black spots that danced along his vision before finding your face in front of him. Hunter couldn’t help but grin, admiring the way your hair stuck to your temples and the way you looked all blissed out. The same expression was sure to be echoed on his own face, that he knew, but yours was more beautiful to look at.
“You okay?” you sighed, resting your head back on his chest and closing your eyes.
“More than okay, love. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard before” he grinned, running soothing hands up and down your back.
“Something we should do again?” you wondered, nuzzling your way into the crook of his neck and beginning to sink into him. You didn’t want to move, content to stay where you are.
“Oh definitely mesh’la. We can look into more stuff as well, explore what we like” Hunter confirmed, kissing the crown of your head. “How are you feeling?” he asked, hearing the way your breathing began to slow. He’d let you sleep soon, but he just needed to know you were okay as well.
“I think you broke me” you giggled, feeling exhaustion tug at your bones. Hunter had well and truly fucked you to your limit. Your body felt all loose and boneless and you couldn’t do much more than just lie against him.
“Your turn next!” he promised, holding you tight to him as you laughed into his neck. He couldn’t think of anything better than lying here with you in his arms, both satisfied and exhausted from your activities. Perhaps he would send a hamper to his brother and Phee, thanking them for their suggestion to his cyare.