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Sky x Riven + Breathplay

[(Anonymous)]

Someone's neck is made for someone else's hands.

Re: Sky x Riven + Breathplay

[(Anonymous)]

(slightly cursed content: I wrote this to Carly Rae Jepson’s Cut to the Feeling)

It always starts with Riven chafing at Alfea’s restrictions. He’ll push, testing limits- arrives late for training, swears loudly in the dining hall in front of Dowling and senior lecturers, gets sloppy with routines, spends too much in the greenhouse, with Silva’s frequent warnings to shape up echoing in his ears.

He doesn’t have to say anything.

Sky always knows when it’s time; there’s a certain tilt to his head, a harder line to his mouth. His gaze distant, yet evaluating as they make their way back to the dorms.

Much like a sparring routine, there’s choreography to their movements. Curtains drawn in their shared room, lit by a slim line of light from the bathroom, an inpatient shove towards a horizontal surface.

Sky pushes him down on the bed roughly. As his back hits it, there’s a feeling of release and Riven reaches up, blinding seeking.

Sky bats him away and leans in, lips tantalisingly close as he encircles Riven’s wrists with his large hands, trapping them above on the pillow.

“Hands or belt?” he asks, a smirk twisting his mouth. The shadows can’t mask his own eagerness, and a whine builds in Riven’s throat, as his roommate switches to one hand, and begins unbuckling his belt.

Riven licks his lips. “Hands.” It’s all he’s been thinking about, Sky’s violent, deadly yet beautiful hands, grasping his longsword handle during early morning sparring, tapping long, tapered fingers against the side of the desk during a dull history class, rubbing them against his mouth, looking amused yet frustrated as the first years fumble with bows during practice.

Riven has been imagining them around his neck all day.

Sky’s hands leave off his wrists and there’s a brief period of chaos as they rapidly remove any clothing (It’s not a necessity for what they’re about to do but laundry day comes once every two weeks and they’re both practical)

Sky’s body is warm and heavy above him, and there’s something about the position that makes Riven feel small and vulnerable. Riven lets his own hands settle lower, the novelty and strangeness of working with two cocks always a thrilling prospect, as he begins to stroke, setting a quick tempo, spitting into his hand to lube them up.

Sky watches him, eyes hooded, silent even as their breaths begin to stutter as the friction increases. Blood rushes into their cocks, adding heaviness to his hands and he's slipping slightly.

Sky groans.

Despite the heat being generated between them, Riven still shivers as Sky begins. His touch is paper-soft as his thumb and forefinger lightly raise Riven’s chin. They slide down and lightly encircle his neck, the other fingers slowly adding pressure against his carotid artery.

“Deep breath, Riv,” he says clearly.

Breathing through his nose, Riven inhales, letting his lungs fill.

“Stop. Now hold.”

He obeys, fighting the crushing feeling in his lungs as the seconds tick by, and his hands slip away from his work. Despite this, his erection holds and intensifies. He holds Sky’s gaze, as the fingers tighten, inexorably.

Spots appear before his eyes, the blood rushing away from his head and towards his cock. Lights flash and his orgasm builds, rushing, pushing past the dam of blackness threatening to overwhelm.

From far away, he can hear Sky.

“Let go.”

He does, and the breath rushes back in as Sky’s hands let up, the cum spilling over his hands and onto his thighs and on Sky’s stomach. He slumps back, breathing shallowly as the room rights itself, and he allows himself to return to the present situation.

The rush is the same every time, and Riven leaves every encounter chasing the high… but Sky won’t let him slip away into oblivion.

He pushes the sweaty hair off Riven’s forehead, holding his gaze with the deepest well of blue. He lets his lips do the talking first, grazing, biting, taking the kisses before softening them, soothing with long strokes of his tongue in Riven’s mouth, allowing himself to take brief comfort from the violence just committed.

They usually end up spooning and Riven allows himself to drift off, safe in Sky’s arms.

He pretends he doesn’t hear Sky’s whispers, when he thinks Riven’s asleep.

“I have you, Riv.” Sky sighs, his breath tickling the hairs at the back of Riven’s neck. “I’ll always have you when you want to let go.”

Re: Sky x Riven + Breathplay

[(Anonymous)]

I'm OP, I'm writing this on my knees. This is absolutely perfect and I love it and I want to read it forever! Every word is exquisite. I love the background you set for this so much! And the soft ending omg OMG

"Hands or belt?" I swear I screamed.

Mwah mwah mwah thank you so much for this!!

(Crossing my fingers for you to decide to post this on AO3 in the future so I can bookmark it and keep it forever)

Re: Sky x Riven + Breathplay

[(Anonymous)]

I'm glad you enjoyed! I'll absolutely post it to the Ao3 collection after the event ends.