Warning, this fic contains first person present tense perspective and a nonspecific narrator because I botched writing a wordy Engie but liked the porn anyway. -------------- He rumbles and whispers in long, tangled braids of consonants and vowels, the sounds of an earthquake given voice. I can't understand a single word of it, and I don't know if I want to – for once, and just this once, I'm more enchanted by the utterly unfamiliar than I am by the prospect of deciphering it. I continue to tease him, though I know that it won't be long before he gets impatient and needs more. With my mouth on his cock and my fingers in his ass, both sensations contributing to his quivering earthquake-mumble, I don't know whether he'll want to be in me or let me have my way with him. He twitches, arching his back and twisting his hands in his discarded clothing. On a smaller man the movements would be clear invitations to further action. On him they are incongruously tiny motions, appearing almost like vulnerability. It is a softness I hadn't expected in the great Russian mountain of a man. I lift my head for a moment, leave my lips hardly touching him. “Tell me what you need,†I ask him. I can't read him. His head is turned, half buried against his own shoulder, his snarling language impenetrable. I know he wants, but I don't know what. “More,†he demands, the only English I have coaxed out of him since we started. More of what, I cannot tell. More of my hand, my mouth, both? I settle for both, pushing another finger into him and pushing my gag reflex down as I swallow against him. He growls, the noise reverberating through his body, and I am caught by the impulse to kiss his throat so that I could feel those sounds as much as I hear them. I resist. There is too much else of him to devote my attention to without adding his throat to the mix. His gargantuan hand takes mine, encourages me to probe further in, to stretch him out all the more. I do as he wordlessly bids and am rewarded with a rising whine that layers itself, half-hidden, beneath the gruffness of his natural voice. I press again, working at him, stroking him, opening him as best I can, though my other hand never leaves his cock. The whine continues, a wordless plea for more, more, and now I understand what he wants. Fingers alone are not enough, and though I like to think myself well endowed it's becoming clear that even that would not be enough either. “Lie back,†I tell him. He obeys in his own time. He sounds as though he hungers and yearns, but he still possesses enough control that he refuses to be desperate or too obedient. Whatever this is, this encouragement and invitation he extends me, it is not submission on his part. I wonder if perhaps it might be on mine, instead, as I give up the idea of my own release to better devote my energy to his. My last digit joins the others, fingers curling and uncurling slowly in the heat of him. I pull almost entirely out, form a narrow fist of that hand, and push. Against him, into him, as the sound he makes distorts from a ravenous whine into a thick, rich purr. Muscles press against my hand on all sides and I feel a particularly tight squeeze on my wrist as he tilts his hips and rolls his body. I return my mouth to his cock, taking my time to play with the head rather than merely sucking, and I suspect I hear a note of approval in the bass purring. Now he has what he wants, it does not take long to bring him off entirely. He knows what works and I let his body guide me as I do my best to follow its expert instruction. I have not been with one so completely and utterly self-assured in his own delight before, and he entrances me. There is plenty of warning before he comes in my mouth, but I am ready to swallow and to lick up any stray droplets afterwards. In such a man the orgasm is not just a twitch and a gasp and a jerk. He is a rockslide, an avalanche, magnificently intense to experience as both a viewer and contributor. Afterwards he lays panting as I towel off my hands. I am not sure whether he has any want or need of me, now that he's had his pleasure. He proves me wrong. It feels deeply safe and warm as he enfolds me in his arms. I am lucky to be in the path of this avalanche.
Excellent porn. The first person and presenr tense worked well with this. Only megative is that perhaps try not to use the same words twice, especially strong ones. What I mean, specifically, are the words "earthquake" and "avalanche". The 2nd instance of earthquake was stronger than the first, and the 1st instance of avalanche was stronger than the second. If for some reason you decide to edit this to post on another site, I suggest you deal with that small issue. Otherwise, pretty awesome. I could totally see Heavy getting fistes and liked how you played it as Heavy's dominance over the narrator. Still pictured narrator as Engie, which wasn't a bad thing.
i was just saying i should write fisting. excellent thank you for this. i pictured medic as narrator because im biased but i could see engie too. or whoever really. heavy getting fisted is a fun activity for the whole team
2 - Yeah, I was trying to use repetition for effect, but I think it worked better in the first instance (where it got stronger from use 1 to use 2) than it did in the second instance (where I think I crippled the metaphor). I'll have to find some other suitably geological simile for future use. 3 - aw, thanks! I like your porn, and your note to yourself on your other thread actually sort of prompted me where to go with this. I'd abandoned it halfway through a sentence, unsure of just what I wanted to do with them. Then! aha! Fisting! So, cheers for that.