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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Latula_Pyrope/Mituna_Captor
  Character:
      Latula_Pyrope, Mituna_Captor
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-12 Words: 1260
****** Amo Mente Tua ******
by MaK
Summary
     They can be hot, too.
     Where in Latula and Mituna bang, because I didn't see any of it
     before.
Notes
     written on my phone fjgj
Mituna has got his hands all over you; groping your breasts and stroking your
hips and occasionally smacking your ass. His bulge, always visible from the
tightness of his suit, is flexing against the fabric and attempting to squirm
around your thigh; his other bulge is awkwardly strapped to his navel, but is
still trying to move towards your warmth. It's moments like this, with him,
you're happy that part of your outfit drifts over your crotch. Poor Mituna
can't even hide himself whenever he decides to come unsheathed.
There's a whimper from him when you bite at his lip, a whine and a mumble
saying, "Latula." Rough and awkward, Mituna drags his gloved hand against the
fabric of your suit, grazing your bulge with almost too much force. Your throat
shakes with a groan and you bite your lip to keep from whimpering, too.
When it becomes evident he, nor you, doesn't want to move around anymore or
find a safer environment for what's about to happen, the two of you stop and
basically fall onto the grass. There's some, but few, bushes and trees lining
the area, and you've left everyone awhile ago. Perhaps you can get away for a
little bit, you suppose.
"Latula," his teeth snag his lip and he adds extra syllables to your name.
"Help!! Tulip, help." Suddenly, but not unexpectedly, he's confused and worried
and stressing himself out. You grab the zipper he's snagged and grin at the
sound that's revealing his chest. "Oh, okay. Thank you. Sorry." Mituna twitches
and grabs at your hand, wanting to be independent, but after a moment works on
his gloves and boots. The zipper goes passed his groin and his twin bulges
excitedly squirm their way out. Of course, you notice, but he's too caught up
in the removing of his apparel. You bite your lip to keep from squealing
anyway.
"Latul-Latula, lemme... move, there, please." Seeming confused and probably
frustrated, Mituna moves so he can unzip the back of your suit.
"Oh, sure, babe." You grin a bit, his awkward hands feeling the skin of your
back as the top portion of the outfit slips away. Hurriedly, you get rid of
your pants and assist him with removing the rest of his one piece costume.
Mituna accidentally kicks you in the stomach with one of his boots and
apologies are spilling out of his mouth. To shut him up, for just a moment, you
press your lips to his and allow him to mellow out. His hands, after they
finish twitching, come to rest on your breasts and he rubs his thumbs, harshly,
over your nipples. A purr arises from your throat and he grins, saying
something cocky, and then moves his hips awkwardly to yours. After your shin
has dug into his stomach and his nails have just about ripped open your thigh,
you align with him just so and feel a flushed, warm sensation tingle in your
groin and spread throughout your limbs. After a moment, Mituna lays his
protected head against your chest and lets a small moan escape chapped lips.
You slide off his helmet and see, briefly, red and blue lines tracing around
his eyes and forehead. Black, messy hair comes down and hides it quickly,
though. You'd be sad if he wasn't so happy for no good reason.
"Hey, babe, can you lean back a lil'?" you kiss the tip of his nose and he
stares up at you, momentarily confused. Then, after a fit of stressed out
questions and moving limbs, he lays down on his back. His bulges wrap around
your singular one and it makes your hips shake.
"Oh-oh... holy shit."
"Shh, babe." You kiss his chest and his hands sit on your thighs, twitchy
occasionally along with his hips. Muffled moans and whimpers vibrate around his
throat as your pelvis moves against his, your bulges still entwined as you'd
yet to stuff yours into his nook. His twin bulges are wrapping around yours
desperately while his hands rake up and down your sides. "Shh, babe, it's
cool." He whimpers loudly, your name coming out again, and you kiss him deeply
so, as he comes, there's no shouting.
"Lat-Latul... Tulip." Regardless of the yellow pool that's spilling underneath
his thighs and around your knees, he's still got his pelvis grinding against
your vigorously. Mituna whines, gripping all parts of your body almost
painfully so.
"It's rad, man, it's cool. You're cool." You kiss him again and lean away from
his body, his warmth, and his affectionate touch.
"Thank you," he mumbles; tongue caught on teeth and extra syllables and sounds
all around. "I'm, I love you." Mituna pauses and bites his tongue. "An, a, an
lo- a lot, Latula."
"Hey, I love you too, hun." You kiss his knuckles once he stops trying to press
you back against him. "I love you a whole bunch and I never won't." Then,
slowly for him, you move your hips, just so, and align your bulge up to his
nook. Anxious and excited, he's clenching at one of your hands as the other
digs into the dirt. You use your free hand to draw a heart on his stomach and
smile at his whimpers and occasional pleases.
Giving into his and your own impatience, you hold your bulge and manipulate it
into his nook. "Oh, ship - shit, fuck holy shit." His hips buck up a bit and
then he shivers, a purr vibrating in his throat as you move in deeper. "Yep,
yeah - yes. Pleath- pleas... please." Mituna releases a few soft oh's every now
and again.
His nook is warm and tight around your bulge, his frequent twitching causing
little spikes of friction that will, slowly, drive you mad. You have to bite
your lip to keep from purring or moaning in anyway - he loves to hear your
voice, and you love hearing his, but no one needs to walk in on the two of you
just because he wanted to hear some r4d1c4l 4ccust1cs. Mituna doesn't care for
it and whispers loudly for you two stop being show sig- shy, Tulip.
Once he finishes his squirming and seems to get familiar with your bulge again
and the overwhelming sensation you know he's experiencing, you begin to move
your hips back and forth. Slowly, at first, but it quickly becomes apparent
that that's not going to leave anyone happy, so Mituna bucks against you and
your ram your bulge into him as deeply as possible. It's warm and hot, so hot,
and you're feeling the fiery warmth in your nook beginning to overtake you.
Your thrust become more random, which, both ironic and not, time up his bucking
perfectly.
On his second climax, Mituna bites his lip to the point of bleeding and
screeches from the surprise and pain. It doesn't stop him, though, from leaning
up rapidly to kiss and nip at your lips. The pool beneath the two of you
expands a bit as he finishes, soon whispering some confusing but flattering
things to you.
"Cum - come on, La... Tulip," he nips at your neck and, quickly, you move away
as you're hit with a wave of heat and pleasure and teal cum leaks out of your
bulge. "Yea- yay!!" Mituna is a cheery child and, while you're still shaking in
orgasm, swipes two fingers through the mixture of teal and mustard yellow.
Oblivious, he licks it up and you watch.
"You're hot," you babble.
"You art - you ar... are beaut- beautiful." He grins at you.
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