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An Occasional Dream
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Disclaimer: RWBY is not mine and I make no money from this fic
Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Warnings: Het, blowjob, mutual masturbation

=Chapter 2
While Yang’s bright future was well on its way, it was not necessarily one shared with Blake. A month later there were more arguments and mood shifts, hard conversations, and inevitably, the two parted ways. Yang remained in Nashville, where as far as Blake knew, she finished college and started looking for employment elsewhere.
Her own journey took her to Chicago, where she'd managed to secure a job in one of the finer offices. But work wasn't the main reason she'd moved. It was the fresh start, the chance to make new beginnings with new people. In the end, no matter how much she had helped Yang, she needed to move on. They both did.
One eventful day in the library led to her meeting Sun Wukong. Or more, overhearing him grumbling to the librarian about how she'd handed him the fifth Harry Potter book rather than the third like he requested and how a lot of the story was spoilt by it. Once she interrupted to show him the right book, they'd got talking. And from that, came a coffee date. Then another date for dinner, and another back at Blake's apartment for pizza and films. He'd finished the books, and now it was time to begin watching the movies. After finishing another handful of popcorn, he seemed to continue their ongoing conversation.
"I'd so be an Animagus if I could. Where McGonagall jumps off the desk and turns back to a person? I'd do that from trees, as a monkey."
Smiling and laughing, Blake took another drink of her beer as she leaned against the back of the couch. "Why a monkey?"
Scoffing, he held a hand out toward the screen. "Because I don't wanna be one that everyone else already is, duh!"
While Sun was quite different to Yang, he was also very similar in a lot of ways. Especially with how she was when they first met and were together. Perhaps that was what drew Blake: he was another cheery, blond, similarly-aged Asian guy, with something to say on every subject to try and get a laugh. He always leapt first, thought later, even if it meant humiliating himself in the process. But he could always find the time to laugh about it later.
Blake spent a lot of time between their dates worrying about that. How she seemed to be repeating history. But it had nothing to do with the moment they met; she had simply heard another Harry Potter reader in crisis and done her best to help out. Then again… If he didn't remind you of Yang, would you have kept up the conversation? The thought wouldn't quite go away. But she knew they weren't identical twins, they weren't clones of each other. Sun was more laid back, while Yang had been more excitable - if only slightly.
"Hey." The voice seemed to be a welcome distraction. Once she looked at him again, he asked, "How long did you say pizza would be again?"
“Not that long, like ten more minutes I think?”
"Sweeeet, I'm starving!" he grinned, returning his arm across the back of the sofa and resting his hand on her shoulder. "I'll get the cash out tomorrow to pay you back, by the way. Sun Wukong ain’t no freeloader."
With a little grin, she snuggled in closer to him. "Don't worry about it. Two pizzas isn't going to break my bank account." With a deep breath, she allowed her eyes to close for a moment. "Do you know how good you smell?"
Raising one of his eyebrows, he chuckled lowly, one she'd be able to feel as she leant against his chest. "It's just body spray. Axe even, barely cologne."
"Well it works for you. Some guys can't pull off Axe… or they bathe in it. You smell just right." Then she nuzzled into the tiny glimpse of skin just on the other side of the opening of his shirt. "Mmm… appetizing."
"Hmm… Well I'm glad I impress." Though once he realized just where she was looking, he seemed to feel a little more daring and reached up to undo another one of his buttons, letting her see more. "Oops! How did that happen?"
"Oh, goodness!" Blake laughed, tracing a fingernail over the expanse of chest. "It's just so crazy! Where'd the button go?"
"I have no idea! Must be some kind of spell or something…" He joked, although as he was about to undo the next one, he hesitated a moment before asking, "Are you cool? I just wanna check because I don't wanna seem like I’m assuming anything, or anything."
"Hell no, you have great abs. I saw you change your shirt last time. I mean, it was only for a second, but…" Biting her lip, she reached down to help open the buttons. "I've been hoping to see more of you."
"Huh… Well then, my lovely lady, your wish is my command." And with that, he unbuttoned the last of them, pulling the shirt open for her viewing pleasure. Just as she saw before, he certainly had an impressive stomach. Although he didn't boast about it, he made it no secret that he often worked out. Still, he welcomed the hungry eyes of his partner with a smirk of his own.
Only a few seconds passed before she purred, "Ooh, I could just eat you up." And she did just that; her teeth raked very lightly over one of his pectorals. Not close to the peak, but a little higher, where the sensation would no doubt be pretty harmless. Still, immediately afterward she drew back with a slightly nervous smile. "Sorry. That was weird, wasn’t it?"
"Hey, you're good! I didn't mind at all. T-That was actually… Um…" Despite his smug confidence before, he seemed to grow a little more nervous as well, shrugging his shoulders and looking for some kind of distraction. While he was rather content with continuing and going further, he didn't seem to know how to express that desire.
But thankfully, the distraction came when the doorbell sounded. "Oh! Pizza! D-do you want me to get it?"
"I will," she promised, a little worried about the way he had seemed to be less comfortable with her flirting. But she decided not to pay it much mind for the time being as she jumped up to pay the pizza delivery person.
Within a few minutes, they were both chowing down as the movie continued, Blake with her anchovies and Sun with his Hawaiian. Of course, they both tried a piece of each other's, and made exaggerated faces of disgust before laughing. It was all in good fun. Sun cleaned up afterward since Blake paid, and eventually they ended back up the sofa again, bellies fuller and much happier. Ready to relax.
And relax they did. They'd gotten into the third film when they ended up laying across the sofa side by side, Sun on the bottom, Blake on top, where he smiled each time her hand glided over his toned body. So far, it seemed that nervous spell was a one off.
So far…
"Can you believe how washed out the colors are in this?" Blake was remarking as she made herself at home atop his body, shifting back and forth. "Looks like the Addams Family."
"I'm more wondering, why is it suddenly all hills when the last two were all flat lands? That was pretty sudden…" Resting one of his hands on her back, he began to idly stroking her, bathing in her warmth. He seemed to be more concerned with that than the movie by that point.
"Hills can be fun," she commented as she raised up to push her chest into his face.
"How are hills- WMMFF!" When he turned around, he certainly got more than what he bargained for: a face full of Blake's chest. That certainly wasn't something to object to! Leaning back however to sigh, he teased smugly, "No fair, I've got my shirt off. That's more like smothering."
"Well, my shirt could be off if you play your cards right," she teased, though she slid back down along his body, giving delicious friction all the way down. "But okay, I'll stop."
Said friction was certainly a delightful experience, seeing as it had Sun staring at her all the way rather than at the movie. But it took a good minute or two before he thought of a good comeback for that. As nervous as he was about expressing what he wanted, he finally came out with one.
"How's my hand looking so far?"
"Your hand?" Blake asked distractedly, watching the movie. "What's wrong with your hand?"
Tutting, he rolled his eyes, but pulled her in closer. "You said if I played my cards right, so I was asking how my hand was. You know, like in poker? I thought that was pretty good."
"Oh," Blake laughed, embarrassed that she had missed the metaphor. "Sorry… um, your 'hand' is good enough to make that happen, if it's, um… what you want."
"Well, I was just teasing, but I… Um…" The nervousness seemed to come back after all. Each time it seemed like they were getting somewhere, he'd seem to fall back. And it was frustrating for them both. But especially for the usually confident Sun. In the end however, he ended up sighing, looking off to one side. "Sorry… I'm kinda awkward with the flirting, as anybody could tell. I am really enjoying this, and if you want… I’d be cool with a little more."
She sat back and gazed down at him for a moment, blinking idly. Then she reached up and pulled her shirt up and over her head, revealing a black sports bra underneath. It wasn't exactly scintillating, but showed a lot more of her body than had been on display beforehand. Right away, Sun went from the half-asleep expression to wide eyed. Staring up at Blake's now more revealed body, he had to blink for a fair amount of time before he could say anything. And even that descended into babbling, when he noticed he could see the light peaks of her breasts standing out through the material.
"W-well… That's… That's, uh…"
"That's what?" she asked with a shy smile. She wasn't above teasing him, but it wasn't the easiest thing for the girl to do.
"You have… a terrific body yourself." Finally he was able to give a compliment without feeling too cheesy or overconfident, just a small one to reassure her he was enjoying the direction things were going.
Dipping her head lower, she tried to come up with something to say, but fell short. Though she had been with Yang, and a few others between her and Sun, she still wasn't the most forward of women. Just confident enough to actually get past the first kiss stage.
Realizing this was a mutual nervousness, he could sense that if neither of them said anything else, they'd get nowhere. He didn't want that, and he could tell Blake certainly didn't either. In fact, the feel of her warm body against his was alluring enough, despite the presence of more of Blake's body there. He definitely wanted to feel more of that, but hadn't a clue where to start. Other than awkwardly looking to one side.
"Blake, I gotta tell you something."
Her smile slipped the slightest notch. "What? Tell me… tell me what?" Sun wouldn't know why she sounded so worried. Why she felt dread welling up in the pit of her stomach. What bombshell was she about to get hit with? Surely not that one again; not two Yangs in one lifetime! This was a path she had been down before, one she was afraid to be dragged down again. But she would wait, she would hope.
"The reason I'm so nervous a-about you touching me, or me touching you… Well, it's that, I-I… Um…" This was sounding closer and closer to her past by the second. As he took a deep breath in to compose himself, swallowing before he closed his eyes tightly, unable to look at her, she braced for the worst.
"I-I'm a total virgin, okay?"
"You're a- wait, what?"
"You're the first person I've ever done anything with! Even holding hands! I-I… I didn't wanna tell you because I'm embarrassed about it. Not even my friends know. They all buy my ‘ladies man’ act, and I... well, it’s easier than setting them straight to just let ‘em think I get plenty of girls. But really, I barely ever got a girl’s number before, and you’re like, the second one I actually made myself call back." Shrugging his shoulders nervously, he bit his lip, still barely able to look her in the eye. "Please don't be mad…"
But Blake was laughing. The minute she saw his eyes squeeze shut, she kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry, I just… God, I was really worried you were going to tell me something much harder to take! This is… nothing bad, and nothing I'd get upset about, okay?"
Eventually letting his eyes ease open again, his cheeks were utterly red when he looked up at her. Blake Belladonna was a stunning figure of a woman, one he considered himself lucky to have from the start. And now that he knew she didn't mind that factor about him, one he was sure anyone would laugh about and not even look in his direction, he found himself smiling at last, wiping his forehead. "Phew! Okay. I was super worried there. My dad always said girls go for guys who are confident and that… Isn't, very, confident. Y'know?"
"Your dad was right. And wrong." Shrugging, she laid down flush with him again, more stretches of skin touching than before. "There's so many different kinds of girls in the world, you know? We all have our differing tastes."
"Different tastes, huh?" This time, he managed to think of something before the subject could change. "And… Am I a dish you like then?"
Kissing him gently, she whispered, "A pretty tasty one." Her lips found their way to Sun's neck, then to collarbones. She had a deliberate goal in mind, it seemed.
"O-okay…" Although his breaths began to get shaky, it was becoming clear that was due to the movements of her lips. As she began to kiss further down, not even a virgin like him could miss where she was heading to. Letting her have her way, he sighed, trying to relax into the sofa even further as she got to work. The film was long forgotten.
By the time she had reached the belly button in the middle of his washboard abs, she had to stop to glance up at him and ask, "Is this okay? Are you… doing alright up there?"
"Oh this is way more than okay," he reassured, grinning rather happily as he allowed his hand to move itself into her hair a moment. When he looked down to her, the red blush only came back again, especially when he muttered, "God you're gorgeous…"
Blake had to take a moment to grin into his hip before she could return to her goal. It had been a little while since she did anything like that; she wasn't sure she was ready. But she wanted to be. Wanted to try.
When Sun felt the nimble fingers of his lover unbutton and unzip his pants, he leant back fully, lightly scratching at her scalp to encourage each movement of hers. He could feel in himself he was ready, and that much was obvious to Blake when she saw the bulge against his underwear when she pulled the zipper apart.
"Hello," she breathed, beyond excited. Their entire relationship - flirtationship? - was new itself but this was still a big step. So she was willing to take her time. Pressing a single finger against the bulge, she whispered, "How about… this?"
"…Are you just poking it?" he asked, leaning up to look at what she was doing down there. But already he could feel his member twitching against the contact, something that made him shrug his shoulders. "Sorry. Obviously he's not used to other hands."
"Then I'll get him used to mine." Her fingers began to stroke up and down the length now, enjoying the firm, warm presence beneath the layer of cotton.
"Ooh… oh that's nice…" Leaning back into the sofa once more, he continued to lightly scratch at her scalp as she fussed over him, running her lips over the fabric a moment and sighing happily. Blake's experience showed, and he was certainly ready to find out more of what was to come.
After a minute or two, she moved her hand out of the way just enough to leave a kiss on him through the material, then went back to stroking. All the while, she stole glances up at his face, gauging whether or not he was enjoying himself. And he was. Oh he most certainly was. As a few of the strokes got harder, the smile on his face seemed to grow between the odd pants of pleasure, as did the pressure to her scalp. It was all good signs, and a whole new experience for her new lover.
Knowing that she had taken that about as far as she could, she left another kiss, then leaned up to whisper, "Can I see him yet? I don't want to… push you too quickly."
Still wearing an elated smile on his face, he managed to look up toward her again. Gradually the smile began to fade as nervousness set in, and he looked back down to the bulge again. But that didn't mean he objected to things getting further.
"O-Of course. I don't r-really know if it's big, or small or whatever s-so I'll let you be the judge."
"Good. Because… I really want to give you more." A little at a time, she began to slide the underwear down. Biting her lip when it was almost over the head, she glanced up at him again, toying with the waistband just to be cheeky. Then she finally slid it down another inch.
The head was swollen and ready. Sun obviously wanted to do more, which sent a thrill into the pit of her stomach. Even without revealing the rest of him quite yet, she pressed a little kiss into the soft skin of the organ, feeling the little thread on its underside pressing into her bottom lip.
Shakily gasping the second his head was met with cooler lips, the grip on her hair only seemed to tighten further. A definite sign things were going well, and even more so when the member twitched again. As she pulled the underwear further down to reveal more of him, there were a few subtle differences between him and Yang. One particularly unfortunate one, he was a little smaller than Yang was. Above average, yes, but not as much as Yang. But when she went to touch it again, it was obvious what made up for it. Firmness.
"Oohhh," she cooed pleasantly as her fingers wrapped around its girth. "You're really, really hard." She decided there was no reason to remark upon his size, or bring up previous partners. "It feels so hot in my hand…"
Yet another twitch, one that seemed to even resonate up to his back this time. Focusing on gripping the sofa instead, he let out a small sigh to compose himself. "Then… I'm glad I got what you like."
Breathing in the scent already rising from him, she left a little kiss on the tip again, sampling the vague saltiness before she began to ease her hand up and down as slowly as possible. "Definitely." Then she thought for a moment before asking, "Were you worried about what I'd think of it?"
"S-Sorta…" But with each stroke, his breath began to pick up in speed again. He'd worked on himself more than enough times to at least know where this was going. Scratching at her head for encouragement again, he softly asked between gasps, "Be honest, is it good?"
"That depends…" It didn't really, but she wanted to go further. "Can I take these all the way off? I want a good look. Or I can just keep going; your call." She bit her lip, waiting to see if he'd agree to her terms.
Her inexperienced lover wasn't all too sure how to answer that. So far, the light pressure he could feel from his underwear still pressing against his sack was good, and the friction even gave a tingling sensation each time Blake stroked him. On the other hand, he was inexperienced. Anyone else's first time meant they usually got naked, right?
Deciding it for the best, he looked up at the ceiling instead, moving both hands to push down the waistband of his pants and underwear to begin removing them.
"O-oh," she breathed with a little laugh, rolling off of him to kneel on the floor beside the couch. "Here." With both his hands and one of hers, they made shorter work of the pants, and she placed them to one side as she kissed the outside of his thigh.
"I'm… going to be up in your business now. But you can tell me anytime if this gets to be too much." Blake knew he probably wouldn't; most guys would just keep their mouth shut because it wasn't "manly" to admit they were nervous or scared. But she had to make sure he at least knew she would be okay with him needing to stop.
"Alright. Be… Be gentle with me?" It was an extremely cheesy line, but the one that best suited the moment. For his first time doing anything like this to someone else's hand, he needed the reassurance. Manly or not, he didn't care; he wanted to feel safe. And Blake was doing an excellent job of that so far.
Soon enough, Blake was perched between his bare legs, again hovering over the erect sex. The only difference was that now she could see all of it. There wasn't a wealth of hair above it, and the skin was smooth, silky to her touch. As she had estimated before, he was smaller than Yang had been, both the length and the sack beneath, but it wasn't by a great deal. Besides, she knew there was one benefit to a smaller size.
"This is going to feel so good in my mouth," she purred as she left an open-mouthed kiss on the taut skin of its underside, down close to the base.
"Oh… That's what you're doing?" Biting his lip in order to try and control his breathing, he quivered lightly again when he was kissed. The cool lips were already sending tingles through his spine over and over again, filling his mind with pleasure. This was nothing like the odd nights alone he took advantage of using extra lotion on his hand before going to town; this was something else entirely.
With a giggle, she whispered, "Yeah. Would you rather I use my hand? Or my feet?" The last had been intended as a joke, but she knew there was a small possibility he'd be one of those guys. Like Yang had been with heels. "Make requests now or forever hold your peace, Monkey Boy."
Another quivering moan later, and he bit his lip nervously. What did he want her to use indeed… In the end however, he simply spread his legs a little, enough to give her room to work with.
"Mouth… That's gonna feel good."
"You bet it will." Stroking him a little more, she used the time spent bringing him back to full hardness to examine the rest of him. Soft, pinkish sack surrounded by taut muscles. Even his ass cheeks looked firm. She remembered toying with Yang's a few times, and privately thought that Sun would be just as fun… even though he would probably hate that kind of attention.
Blissfully unaware of her thought processes, her lover was completely un-phased. Things felt good, and that was all that mattered to him. Especially those fingers around his member that began to stroke him gently, and whenever the lips pressed up against him. He barely even noticed the way she was staring anymore, and was far too focused on keeping himself contained.
Why not try an experiment? As she stroked, she leaned down and slid her tongue over one of his small spheres, only enough so that it would be felt. The skin itself felt warm and pleasant to her, but she wasn't sure how he would take such an action.
Shuddering again, Sun arched his back into the contact, letting out another quivering moan as he was licked somewhere he didn't expect. Was that common? For women to go for those rather than the length right away? Regardless, it felt good, and he trusted Blake unquestionably.
So far, so good. As she continued to stroke him, a little more frequently and solidly, she drew the sphere in between her lips, keeping her teeth well away from the skin and caressing its weight with her tongue.
The moans increased in volume. Blake was exceptional at this! Yet again he could feel his hard length twitching in her hand, even a light throbbing thrown in with it. Grasping at the sofa he grinned once more, slowly nodding.
"Yeah… Yeah that's good…"
After a few more seconds, so that it wasn't so jarring, Blake drew away and let the ball fall from her mouth. "Mmm, wow, so you like that? Some guys don't. Good to know."
Switching hands so she could move her face to the other side, she gave his other ball the same treatment, juggling it inside her mouth as she stroked him. Gasping again when the ball was taken into her mouth, he only continued to try and grasp the sofa harder. But it was impossible, he couldn't control the overwhelming pleasure taking over him. He'd been missing out on so much with not having a partner before. Already he could feel his member throbbing again, and legs quivering and shuddering. He'd played with himself more than enough times to realize the signs.
"B-Blake! I-I'm… I'm close!"
"Hmhh?!" she breathed against him. That was fast! Then again, it was his first time; there was no shame in him not being able to hold out for long. She wanted to leap up and take the full length into her mouth, but Sun really seemed to be right at home with such a simple action. Maybe it was enough for their first time doing anything.
But she wanted to be sure. Letting his ball pop free, she asked him in a husky voice, "Want me to keep this up? Jerk you harder?"
"Oh GOD you can go harder?!" Attempting to hold himself back he could feel his toes curling against the opposite arm of the sofa, almost like he was trying to grip that as well! Not wanting to disappoint Blake, he nodded, arching his back again. "Yeah… Yeah do it! I-I need it!"
His actions brought a blush to her cheeks. The way he moved, the way he groaned… reminded her of someone. But at the same time, he somehow managed to do such typically-feminine things in a more masculine way than Yang. And she wanted to protect him being exactly how he was.
"Okay, here we go! Come for me!" Then, at the same time, her hand began to pick up speed a little at a time as she again took the sphere into her mouth, laving and toying with it all the more. Her other hand came up to prod the other, fondle and shift.
It only took a few more strokes and licks until he was done for. Back arching again as his muscle tensed, he moaned even louder than he had before, shuddering uncontrollably. Length throbbing even harder in her hand, he could even feel the soft sack in Blake's mouth tighten when he let loose the white seed into the air. Thankfully from her aim, the majority landed on his own hardened abs, with only the smallest drip ending up in Blake's hair. She'd done it. She'd sent him flying into his first ever orgasm by another person's actions.
She had moaned around his ball the moment she felt him finish, felt warm liquid dribbling down her knuckles. It was satisfying every single time, even if she wasn't satisfied. Either way, she loved to feel a man spurt for her. After she heard his breath starting to calm down, she held him firmly and slowly let the rest of him fall from her mouth, leaving a light kiss before pulling back to smile up at him. Surveying her work, the paint she had splashed across his stomach.
Her man was panting with joy, eventually loosening his grip on both the sofa and the arm of the chair. All the while he wore a large smile on his face, especially so when his deep breaths turned into light laughter.
"That was… H-Holy cow! You're… You're absolutely incredible!" Looking down at the speckled whiteness over his body, he couldn't help but bring a hand to his face to try and hide the blush that was forming again. "Well, I haven't jerked for a while. Maybe I should have done that earlier today to calm down a little."
"Well, the good news is, you don't have to do that anymore if you don't want to. I have hands." Her fingers slid further down his length. Part of her still missed the uncircumcised sex Yang had possessed when they last were intimate, the way it slipped easily under her touch, but it would be interesting getting to know Sun's trimmed member.
"Hmm… I'll keep that in mind." Still wearing a rather dozy smile, he managed to sit himself more upright. Brushing the hair back out of his face, he stared down at her rather happily. But while he was satisfied, he soon realized, Blake wasn't. That wasn't fair, not at all. He'd have to fix that when he caught his breath back.
Having followed his hips with her head, she whispered onto him, "And a mouth." Then, to his complete surprise given that he had finished, she took his ruddy bellend into said mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
Humming rather loudly as the sudden warmth of her mouth surrounded the head, he quickly found himself grasping her hair again. As of yet, applying no extra pressure. However, when it continued to lap at him, he seemed to wince slightly. "U-Uh… I-it's a little sore. I-Is that normal? I guess I never tried anything right after I finished…"
"Yeah," she sighed as she sat back, wiping at her mouth with one of her clean fingers. "I was just having some fun; you're uncut and I was jerking you without lube, I'm sure you know it gets sore that way if you go overboard." Then she reached over to the coffee table for napkins. "Let's get you cleaned up."
"You're telling me. I usually keep a little lotion around in case." Gradually, he could see and feel his member beginning to reduce in size as it went down. Even more so as Blake began to dab at his chest with the napkin. Even if it was such a basic thing, it amazed Sun how easily Blake changed from seductive mistress to a sweet and caring lover in a few mere seconds. Now he just needed to do the reverse for her; it was only fair. All he needed was for her to lay back down in front of him and he could do as he imagined.
Once she had wiped off her hand and his cock, she glanced up as she exchanged that napkin for another clean one and caught the look on his face. Smirking, she asked, "What's that look you're giving me?"
"Just thinking to myself. You may have got me off, but I didn’t get to return the favor, did I?"
"Ohhh." Biting her lip for a moment, Blake considered that offer. She did want to know how he would handle her… but also didn't want to push too far for their first time. In the end, she decided to play it off.
"You just wanna get a look at me naked," she accused playfully.
Although he rolled his eyes, he didn't exactly seem to deny it. Especially not with the exaggerated "Maaaaaybe…" That fell from his lips. But as he swung his legs down to sit upright again, he patted his lap once he'd sat right back, encouraging her to sit. "C'mon, I'll even let you keep everything on."
"You will?" Her eyes went to his lap, to the softened cock between his legs. "That's… hmm. Now I'm curious what you're going to do while all my clothes are on." Rolling over, she straddled his lap, eyes gazing down into his as her knees sank into the sofa cushion on either side of his rear end. "Show me what you have in mind."
"I said clothes were on. But that doesn't mean I can't wander around, right?" That was gestured when he held his hands to her waist, and managed to slide a few of his fingers on the right hand into the waistband of her pants.
"Riiiight," she sighed with a knowing smile, hands smoothing up and down his shoulders. "Mm, that's already nice…"
"Hey, I'm barely even in your underwear yet!" And with that teasing comment? He pushed more into her clothes, feeling his hand slide straight under the waistline of her undies in addition to her pants. But before he began to move his hand toward the front, he stopped to whisper, "This is okay with you, right? Too much? Not enough? Too soon? I mean, you just got me off, maybe I should quit while I’m ahead."
Blake's lips grazed his cheek. "I wasn't going to ask you to after I finished you… but you're getting me… warmed up to the idea." She meant that more than she could say; the fact that Sun wasn't ready to relax now that she'd taken care of him did wonders for her libido, and her cheeks were hot enough to fry eggs on.
Smirking right back, Sun waited for her to be looking his way before he leaned in and locked lips with her, ignoring the slight tang of his own flavour while kissing deeply and intimately, enough to encourage and spur on the actions that were happening below. And those going further forward, where he ended up pushing his hand just below her stomach instead, where he could feel the pleasant and rather trimmed collection of hair. Already he was grinning into their kiss when he could tell Blake had prepared for their evening in advance, or just for herself.
As he teased and tested, she began to shift her hips forward into his touch a little at a time; nothing over the top, but enough so that he'd know she was appreciative, that she wanted more. The fingers were almost as welcome as the mouth devouring her own, which she threw herself into with even more reckless abandon.
Smiling throughout the kiss, he began to venture a little further downward with his hand. He soon went from the patch of hair to the soft set of lips, where he paused for a moment. Whilst he knew what they were, he wasn't entirely sure how to take things from there comfortably for her, or how to best please her. In the end, he guessed by heading in a little further, pushing two of his fingers between the folds of skin.
Having sensed his reticence, she leaned in and moaned into his ear, "Yes… right there… just keep that up and we'll be just fine." Then she took the lobe between her teeth and tugged very slightly.
"You got it." He smiled. Just as she commanded, he pressed his fingers against her more firmly, feeling the inner folds around his own digits. It was amazing how wet they were already, he'd always assumed women got wetter once things actually entered them! Regardless, he continued the slow strokes up and down the length of it, licking his lips lightly as he awaited her reaction.
What he got was an earful of moaning. Clearly, Blake was not opposed to the treatment and began to buck into his touch, breathing heavily between her moans. The fingernails bit into his shoulders more harshly as she braced against the strength of the sensations. He was on the right track. Swallowing hard as they kissed, he decided to try something he'd heard about in health class and locker rooms: the clit. Though he wasn't looking, he could more or less guess where it was. While he stroked the entire length of the folds, at the top, he felt the area in question: a small nub that poked out at the top. Giving it a quick rub, he tested to see if he had any clue what he was doing.
"O-OH!! Sun, yes! Wow!" Mouth hanging open, Blake allowed her head to fall back as she weathered unexpected attention to her clit. How could a virgin know such specific things?!
Perfect. He WAS right! Grinning rather happily, he continued to rub that with the wetness he'd gathered. He made slow, lazy circles around it with his fingertip, watching with joy as her grip upon him tightened each time. For his first time ever pleasing a woman, he seemed to be doing rather well.
"This what you like, babe?" Why not test a pet name as well? They seemed to be at that stage now, after three dates and an almost-blowjob. "What else do you like? Tell me."
Face growing hot, Blake thought about that. She and Yang had explored the basics, but didn't have long enough together to delve too deeply into preferences or kinks. However, that didn't mean there weren't a few things.
"You… I like… what I could do for you earlier." Gulping, she then whispered, "And what you're doing for me now."
"So you want me to keep going?" he asked. However, he didn't keep going for a moment. Instead, he trailed fingers back down the folds ever so slowly, trying to savior the reactions she gave. When he got to her entrance, he stopped again, resting his finger near it. "Or did you want this?"
Her laugh was slightly nervous. "Mmmm… my clit. Please?" It was the safer bet. He might be a quick study, but she had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to find the G-spot on his first try.
Delivering a quick kiss at her cheek, he smiled. "Your wish is my command." And with that, the fingers began to collect moisture in the folds once more before they finished the rest of their journey, and headed back up to her clit again. Where once again, he began to circle and tease the small nub there. This time however, he wanted to try something else. Something that was possibly a risk.
"Look at me," he urged as he took his head back from her cheek again. "I want to see the pleasure in your eyes."
It was a risk, and was unexpected. Drawing her head back to gaze down into his eyes, she whispered, "Yes…" and tried to widen her thighs. It wasn't much more, but it was more.
He couldn't help it. He ended up smirking as he watched her pupils seem to grow wider with pleasure, and watched her half-lidded expression becoming more one of ecstasy. Even her mouth was something to watch while she moaned! Motivated to give even more by the parting of her thighs, he began to rub even faster, circling her clit even harder with that collected wetness.
Growling with desire, he whispered, "You feel so good against my fingers."
"Yeah," she panted, working herself up even more from the repeated motions that he was delivering to her clit. "And your fingers feel soooo good…"
"Hmm, good." Quickly stealing a kiss from her, he soon pressed his forehead against hers, continuing to watch as more pleasure seemed to flood through her with each circle. To check his progress, he asked in a hushed whisper, "Are you close?"
She was, though she hated to admit it. Every stroke seemed to bring her right up to the brink of orgasm; it wouldn't be long now. Her body was aflame a way that she hadn't known since…
Since Yang. It wasn't as good as what Yang could deliver, that was an unfortunate fact. But Yang was experienced before she and Blake got together, with quite a few different women. While she was good, Sun could learn, and eventually be just as good; given time, he could probably be molded into the perfect lover for her. She just had to let go of the past.
Unknowing of what was going on in her head, he continued those movements a little longer, circling more and more and whispering, "You are… Do it. Come for me…"
The words shot through into her stomach, and she couldn't help but do exactly as he said - even though she could have sworn the end was at least another few minutes away. Blake came, surprised by it as her spine kinked, her head fell back again and she cried out into the air, a writhing mass in his lap.
Before she could fall off his lap, he quickly threw his spare hand behind her back, supporting her while he circled a few more times just to finish her off in the best way. He'd actually managed to get someone else off! A woman even! Every source he'd read described women as impossible creatures to get going, and even more difficult to take to orgasm; but by sticking to it, he'd managed it. And with possibly good results.
"So, uhh, be honest. How was that?"
With a shaky laugh, she pressed her face into his neck for a moment, catching her breath. Then she whispered, "Good. Ohhh, wow, I didn't expect… not the first time…"
"I, uh… read a couple of books." Drawing his hand back out from her underwear, he took a moment to admire the wetness he could see off it, glistening in the thin light of the room. Visible evidence of her enjoyment. "You really made a mess of my fingers."
Gulping, she looked away from him, scared of what he really thought of that. "Did I?"
On the contrary however, he drew the fingers toward his mouth. He'd read before how people would sample the flavors of their lovers, and how they even enjoyed such a taste. Blake had just done that earlier. Letting them fall into his lips, he did just that, exaggerating a low growl as the sweet tang of Blake graced his tongue.
That simple action made her remaining worries dissipate. Smiling, she curled her body in and laid her head on his shoulder with a small sigh. As far as she was concerned, he could have all the time he wanted to enjoy her flavor.
"Mmm… You taste really good," He barely managed to mumble with the fingers in his mouth. Drawing them out again, he looked to where she was curled up, and couldn't help but grin. "Hey, do you always get this sappy after an orgasm?"
With an exasperated noise, she snapped, "No!" and punched him on the bicep.
Laughing loudly in response, he couldn't resist hugging her closely to him as he leant back on the sofa again. The movie was long forgotten, but neither of them cared. Not when they had passed a boundary the two had most obviously had. Sun for having the courage to try new things, and Blake for moving on from Yang. Perhaps they really were at the stage they could call things a relationship. Or something like one.
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An Occasional Dream	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1008 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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An Occasional Dream