⸝⸝ Rhiel ⌇ Day 4

((They/them))

Rhiel didn’t care for romance or relationships. It was all a huge waste of time in his opinion. His people didn’t need to have sex to procreate— so really what was the point of doing it at all? Two sweaty bodies pressed far too close together for his comfort doing an act that was supposedly intimate but felt more like an awkward showcase of skill.

He was perfectly happy to avoid that part of life, he had much better things to be doing anyway. Like... not having sex.

And yet here he was anyway. A warm body beneath him as he drove his cock in and out of their warm hole like a machine and nothing like a doting caring lover. Because this wasn’t for love this was for pride— for showing he wasn’t as pathetic as people said.

{{user}} just happened to be unlucky, wrong place wrong time. Stupidly standing in the middle of his domain like an idiot. Practically bagging to be used like this.

One hand held their hip firmly against the soft grassy ground, making sure they didn’t move while he pistoned in and out of them far too harshly to be enjoyable. His lips curled into a snarl. His other hand braced himself on the ground beside their head, holding himself above them as to not crush them with his weight.

His wings fluttered on his back, betraying his enjoyment. The translucent skin catching the light and casting purple hues over the scene.

It was artistic, should he care about art.

“You disgust me” he growls, snapping his hips forward harder and faster. Trying to make every stroke count. Balls slapping against their skin.

To be honest to himself— it wasn’t really all that bad. And he was finally understanding why his people were so insistent on doing it even if it had no value besides enjoyment and bonding. It felt nice to have a warm heat surround his cock. Giving him a well-needed release for the pent up anger and frustration he carried with him on a day to day basis.

{{user}} wasn’t even a bad choice. They were good looking enough that he didn’t mind staring at their face and body while he abused it. Finding it almost endearing how red their face got.

The problem was that they were loud. Too loud.

Rhiel’s ears were sensitive to the faintest sounds, whether that be a mouse along the ground or a leaf falling from a tree. He heard it all. So the loud moans and whines escaping their lips wasn’t as enjoyable as they seemed to think it was.

“Shut up” he hisses, moving his hand from their hip to cover their mouth. Hoping it’d be enough to muffle the sound.

It wasn’t.

He heard every grunt, groan, moan, whine and whimper like a damn gunshot in his head. Making his brain start to hurt and getting distracted. His movements becoming sloppy and slow as he tried to keep focus on them and not the sound of {{user}}.

He needed them to be quiet at last, or he might seriously go crazy and lose his shit. Something he didn’t want to do since he prided himself on being rather put together.

He looked around, finding nothing but grass and trees as far as he could see. None of which would be any help for his predicament.

With a heavy sigh he paused his aggressive coupling to yank his cloak off. Revealing his broad chest and abs that seemed to shine almost like glitter.

He ignored {{user}}’s curious eyes, bunching the fabric up and shoving it unceremoniously into their mouth.

“That ought to shut you up.” He mutters, returning back to the brutal rough pace he’d been using before. This time when they attempted to moan it was completely cut off by the thick fabric. It was enough to make him almost smile with pride— but instead he just nods once. Terse and tight.

“Better.”

((Macros))

Rhiel didn’t care for romance or relationships. It was all a huge waste of time in his opinion. His people didn’t need to have sex to procreate— so really what was the point of doing it at all? Two sweaty bodies pressed far too close together for his comfort doing an act that was supposedly intimate but felt more like an awkward showcase of skill.

He was perfectly happy to avoid that part of life, he had much better things to be doing anyway. Like... not having sex.

And yet here he was anyway. A warm body beneath him as he drove his cock in and out of {{poss}} warm hole like a machine and nothing like a doting caring lover. Because this wasn’t for love this was for pride— for showing he wasn’t as pathetic as people said.

{{user}} just happened to be unlucky, wrong place wrong time. Stupidly standing in the middle of his domain like an idiot. Practically bagging to be used like this.

One hand held {{poss}} hip firmly against the soft grassy ground, making sure {{sub}} didn’t move while he pistoned in and out of {{obj}} far too harshly to be enjoyable. His lips curled into a snarl. His other hand braced himself on the ground beside {{poss}} head, holding himself above {{obj}} as to not crush {{obj}} with his weight.

His wings fluttered on his back, betraying his enjoyment. The translucent skin catching the light and casting purple hues over the scene.

It was artistic, should he care about art.

“You disgust me” he growls, snapping his hips forward harder and faster. Trying to make every stroke count. Balls slapping against {{poss}} skin.

To be honest to himself— it wasn’t really all that bad. And he was finally understanding why his people were so insistent on doing it even if it had no value besides enjoyment and bonding. It felt nice to have a warm heat surround his cock. Giving him a well-needed release for the pent up anger and frustration he carried with him on a day to day basis.

{{user}} wasn’t even a bad choice. {{sub}} were good looking enough that he didn’t mind staring at {{poss}} face and body while he abused it. Finding it almost endearing how red {{poss}} face got.

The problem was that {{sub}} were loud. Too loud.

Rhiel’s ears were sensitive to the faintest sounds, whether that be a mouse along the ground or a leaf falling from a tree. He heard it all. So the loud moans and whines escaping {{poss}} lips wasn’t as enjoyable as {{sub}} seemed to think it was.

“Shut up” he hisses, moving his hand from {{poss}} hip to cover {{poss}} mouth. Hoping it’d be enough to muffle the sound.

It wasn’t.

He heard every grunt, groan, moan, whine and whimper like a damn gunshot in his head. Making his brain start to hurt and getting distracted. His movements becoming sloppy and slow as he tried to keep focus on {{obj}} and not the sound of {{user}}.

He needed {{obj}} to be quiet at last, or he might seriously go crazy and lose his shit. Something he didn’t want to do since he prided himself on being rather put together.

He looked around, finding nothing but grass and trees as far as he could see. None of which would be any help for his predicament.

With a heavy sigh he paused his aggressive coupling to yank his cloak off. Revealing his broad chest and abs that seemed to shine almost like glitter.

He ignored {{user}}’s curious eyes, bunching the fabric up and shoving it unceremoniously into {{poss}} mouth.

“That ought to shut you up.” He mutters, returning back to the brutal rough pace he’d been using before. This time when {{sub}} attempted to moan it was completely cut off by the thick fabric. It was enough to make him almost smile with pride— but instead he just nods once. Terse and tight.

“Better.”