Gloves 5
#27 of Commissions
Dai has had quite an exciting time with his new pair of gloves. He only wishes that his fun won't end.
What's that they say about wishing...?
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He feels the twitch again. It comes to him like a dry shock from the bottom of his reservoir. Bringing the satin along the opening, he then glances at his finger--still completely dry--good. The fun shall continue.
Licking his lips, he arches himself, his hips and his length rising gently into the air. The final act of his play is about to begin, and his breath cannot hold back his groans, coming in like broken coughs.
One hand moves back up along his body, finding the sensitive flesh of his chest. He pinches at the nipple and rolls back and forth as he feels the pressure give way to its erection. With thumb and index, he lets the smooth friction give him a dichotomy of sensation that is familiar, and yet all the while different than his usual experience.
As he continues to tease himself with one hand, the other prepares that grand finale. One finger after another wraps around the shaft, creating for himself a makeshift hole in which to please himself. Lubrication is not necessary because of the softness of these treasured gloves.
With one last twitch of his nose, Dai pulls his hips back against the bed and then, with a quick grunt, he thrusts.
His penis slides up between those fingers. Foreskin shifts as it rubs against the satin, and soft fabric catches the flesh without pinching or stopping his momentum. He begins slowly, letting each and every push into the air be its own reward. Once his hips are as far as they can go, he pauses, letting the feeling wash over his body before he pulls back down to the resting position. Each time, the twitch in his head happens once more, sending that edging pulse down through his whole body.
Dai's big smile wavers, his lips shudder in his pure joy. He doesn't want this to end, but everything must have its finale, no matter how explosive. But he wants to keep it going, oh so much. "I... I wish this moment could never, ever, end," he pants out, squeezing his eyes shut as he pinches his nipple between satin fingers, thumb running up under his glans to tease out more sensations from within.
Sexual energy courses through Dai's body, not only shivering through his form, but also filling the very room itself with that electric crackle of desire. His body is not the only recipient of these energies though, as the rune-stitched letters begin to glow. The forces weaved into those symbols listen intently to the blossoming desires of the rabbit's body.
As his hands continue their pace, Dai gasps. But this time, it isn't entirely in pleasure. He tries to push the hand on his chest down to the mattress so that he may sit up, but while his hand listens to him, the glove that holds it doesn't, forcing his hand to move down his body again, its fingers walking like a little person as they join their companion around his length.
He pants heavily, eyes widening as his gloved hands stroke over himself, teasing out pearly pre and staining themselves in the milky substance.
The letters sewn into the gloves only glow brighter. And the brighter they glow, the faster they stroke him.
"W.. Whaa..?" Dai gasps, attempting to tug his hands away, but they do not listen to him. Now, the gloves are in control!
When Dai sees the glow, the only way he can describe it is magic. As they continue, his shaft yields to their ministrations, drooling out pre over their green fingers. There's no sense in questioning what's going on now. There is no one here to hear him. It's just him and those gloves, those wonderful, magic, living gloves.
The fingers find a spot on the hood, just the perfect spot that shoots a response up along his body, hitting him through his brain. He coughs and rolls his tongue out as he leans his head back, letting out a gasping cry that echoes through his empty room.
His hands lift up without his command, the gloves taking him hostage. Fingers spread as pearly pre oozes off between fingers and down onto his lower abdomen.
Dai scratches his toes along the floor, desperately grasping for some footing, to be able to get up, to have some control, even if it is only a little.
The former admiral wiggles his butt, trying to shimmy down off of the bed, but those gloves fly back, taking his arms up over his head, and bury themselves under his pillows, getting a firm grasp of his sheets.
"B... blast!" he swears to himself, sweat pearling at his forehead. All he wanted was to get off, not be some thing's toy. They don't have the caring qualities he would find admirable in a dominant. They didn't even have the decency to let him finish!
Holding his breath, he pulls his legs up, bringing his knees up to his chest. He exhales, and begins to lower them once more so he could get his heels on the bed, but his concentration breaks when he hears a crash.
Instinctively turning his head towards the sound, he double-takes at the sight. Beyond, his walk-in glove closet is still open, and on the floor is one of his glass cases. A pair of leather gloves, official officer's attire, claw at the floor, dragging themselves towards to the bed. Off to the side, some black fetish latex rolls its fingers over the glass of their own case, and elsewhere a set of fingerless gloves a friend had gotten him for his birthday roll around, like a stranded boat on a turbulent sea.
Something grabs his tail, and Dai yelps and spreads his legs to try and find the culprit. Breathing quickly, he keeps his gaze just beyond his teased shaft, only to feel the sensation of smooth leather tip-toeing up along his taint.
He shivers at the sensation, curling his toes, trying to unclench his fingers from the sheets, but his hands do not defeat the gloves. Soon, a light brown finger emerges from under his thigh, then another follows it. The glove climbs up and stands tall upon his pelvic area, one finger propped just in front of his length, while the other fingers fold behind it as if it were a conquering commander surveying a taken land.