NSFW SMUT - Red x White - Power Play

Red's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dimly lit room. The familiar comfort of her bed on the spaceship brought a momentary ease. But as she rolled over, expecting to find the comforting presence of White beside her, she found an empty space. Her heart sank a little; the absence of his warmth was palpable. Glancing at the clock, it displayed 2:45 AM.

Even though Red knew that EZ’NOZ didn't require sleep like humans, she cherished the moments when White chose to lie beside her — either as she drifted into slumber or as she awoke.

Slipping out of bed, she decided to seek him out, her feet padding softly against the metallic floor of the spacecraft. As she wandered the corridors, the hum of the ship's engine and the soft ambient lighting guided her way. She finally stopped outside the control room, spotting White at the helm, completely engrossed in whatever he was doing.

Gently pushing the door open, a small smile tugged at her lips as she approached him. "Hey," she murmured softly, her tone tinged with playful reproach, "You left the bed cold."

White turned, surprise evident in his eyes. "Red? What are you doing up so late?" She shrugged, inching closer. "Missed you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. White's smirk was instantaneous, but it held a softness to it. "Missed me or missed having a warm bed?"

"Maybe both," she teased, her fingers lightly brushing against his.

He chuckled, pulling her closer and wrapping an arm around her waist. Their bodies melded together effortlessly, with White's taller frame providing a comforting cocoon for Red. "I didn't mean to wake you," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She tilted her head up, their gazes locking.

Red's fingers hesitantly grazed White's hair as she gently pulled him down, tilting her face up to meet his. Their lips melded together in a soft, tentative embrace. The kiss was sweet and unhurried, a gentle exploration of uncharted territory.

As Red tried to clamber onto White's lap, her movement was arrested by his larger hands firmly holding her hips. Breaking the kiss, White leaned back slightly, fixing her with a piercing gaze. "Careful, love," he warned in a low, teasing tone, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Climb into my lap and it won't just be innocent kisses we're sharing. Are you ready for what that means?" Red's face turned a brilliant shade of scarlet. A nervous giggle escaped her lips as her hand daringly traced the outline of the growing bulge in White's pants. "Maybe... maybe I want more than just a kiss," she admitted shyly, her voice barely above a whisper.

White's smirk deepened, his thumb caressing her cheek. "Is that so? You think you can handle everything I have to offer?" He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, making her shiver. "Because once we start, darling, I won't be holding back." Red's cheeks burned as White's words sent a thrill of anticipation down her spine. She hesitated for a heartbeat, then whispered, eyes wide and innocent, "You know, this time, I want to take the lead." White's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Before he could recover or comment, Red quickly seized her chance, swiftly climbing onto his lap. The surprise in his eyes turned to intrigue and amusement. "Well, this is unexpected," he remarked, his voice a low rumble.

With a coy smile, Red pressed her hips down against his, delighting in the sharp intake of breath from White. The playful smirk on his face faded, replaced by a look of raw desire. As she began to grind her hips, the atmosphere thickened with tension. "You might be in charge for now," White murmured, his hands finding her waist, "but don't forget who you're playing with, love." The challenge was clear in his voice, but his eyes held a warmth and admiration for her newfound boldness. Red smirked, her confidence growing with every movement. "Maybe I like playing with fire," she replied, accentuating her words by increasing the rhythm of her hips. The friction between them sent tingles of pleasure up her spine. White chuckled, the sound throaty and husky with desire. "Such a brave little thing," he teased, but his voice was edged with undeniable arousal. With every grind of her hips, he could feel his restraint slipping, his cock throbbing insistently against the confines of his clothing.

Recognizing the growing discomfort, he gently leaned her back, his fingers deftly unzipping his trousers. The sound of the zipper was loud in the tense silence. Once freed from its constraints, his size was evident, standing tall and proud. It was intimidating, to say the least. Red's eyes widened, her gaze darting between White's face and the impressive sight before her. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and a hint of nervousness crept into her eyes. The sheer size was daunting, yet there was an undeniable spark of curiosity and desire in her gaze.

White's lips quirked upwards, noting her reactions. "Intimidated?" he teased, even though he could sense the mixture of fear and fascination emanating from her. Red swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving the sight. "It's... a lot," she admitted with a hint of awe in her voice, "But I'm not backing down." White's eyes darkened with passion, appreciating her audacity. "That's my girl," he murmured. The game of power and control between them continued to escalate.

Red carefully lifted herself from his lap, dropping her shorts and panties. The cool air between them only heightened the tension. With a newfound boldness, she pressed her core to the tip of White's shaft, using it to tease herself, allowing the wetness from her arousal to coat him. As she glided her sensitive folds along the length of him, she felt every ridge and vein, coming to realize the intimidating magnitude of him. His size was staggering. Almost as long as her upper torso and considerably thick. Each time they'd been intimate, she'd always been swept up in the heat of the moment, never truly stopping to wonder how he managed to fit inside her. She pondered on this, the thought causing her rhythm to waver and slow.

White, noticing her hesitancy, found it both endearing and amusing. "Lost in thought, love?" he teased, his large hands coming to rest on her hips.

Before she could offer a retort, White gently but firmly tugged her downward. His tip slid inside her, stretching her just enough to elicit a sharp gasp from her lips. The intrusion, though minimal, was enough to reignite the fire within her. "If you can't keep control," White murmured with a smug grin, his eyes locked onto hers, "then maybe I should take over." Red's breath hitched at his words, the blend of his assertiveness and her own vulnerability creating a heady mix of emotions.

Red, determined not to be outdone, smiled at him, mustering all her courage. "I can handle it," she quipped confidently, pushing her hips downward with a quick motion. She didn't anticipate just how deep he would go, and a pained cry escaped her lips as she felt herself stretch around him. Her body trembled, the sudden intrusion overwhelming her senses.

White's deep growl resonated in the quiet of the room. "Fuck, you feel so damn tight," he rasped, the pleasure evident in his eyes. Taking in her strained expression, his voice turned teasing, though with a bite. "So eager to take the lead that you forget the basics, hmm?" His tone was chiding, yet the amusement was evident. "You dive in without any foreplay?" His words, dripping with smugness, caused a deep flush to spread across her face. Her lowered gaze and slight pout indicated her embarrassment, and for a moment, White thought he had won this little game of theirs. Savoring the moment, he began to shift, ready to assert his dominance once more.

But Red wasn't about to give up. Suddenly, she rose, her face inches from his. Her voice was shy yet demanding, a tone White hadn't quite expected. "Prepare me then. Lick me," she instructed.

White's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but a slow, appreciative smile crept onto his face. "Well, aren't we full of surprises tonight?" he murmured, clearly intrigued by this new side of Red.

White's sudden move caught Red off guard. With one swift motion, he gripped her waist and hoisted her up, suspending her effortlessly in mid-air. The power he held over her was evident, making Red whimper softly. She felt weightless, her body's tension amplifying her vulnerability. His hot breath teased her sensitive skin, causing her to tremble with anticipation. The wicked smile never leaving his face, he stuck out his long, slender tongue, making her gulp in nervous excitement.

Drawing agonizingly slow circles around her entrance, he deliberately avoided diving in, his smirk growing with every soft moan that spilled from Red's lips. He relished her reactions, letting them build. But just as she was about to, out of instinct, clamp her legs shut, White acted. He thrust his slick, wet tongue inside her, causing her to gasp and dig her fingers into his hair.

Her back arched in ecstasy as the sensation of his persistent tongue sent jolts of pleasure through her body. White reveled in every sound she made, each whimper, sigh, and moan fueling his own desire. He took his time, teasing and tasting, ensuring she was more than ready for whatever would come next.

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LATER:

With a final teasing swirl of his tongue, White pulled away, leaving Red trembling and breathless. "I think you're more than ready now," he purred, locking eyes with her.

Red blinked slowly, trying to comprehend the moment. The hazy afterglow clouded her vision, and the weight of the pleasure-induced stupor bore down on her. Her thoughts jumbled, she couldn't remember how much time had passed or how many climaxes she'd surrendered to. All she knew was that she felt both dizzyingly light and overwhelmingly heavy.

He guided her back onto his lap, and she swayed dangerously for a moment, nearly tipping over. An amused glint in his eyes, White smirked, "So, still wanna take the lead, darling?" His tone was dripping with smug satisfaction, clearly expecting her to submit.

But to his surprise, Red mustered just enough strength to nod. Yet, almost immediately, her head slumped forward, resting on the comforting expanse of his chest. The fight had left her, replaced by bone-deep exhaustion.

A flicker of concern crossed White's features, but he quickly realized that she'd succumbed to sleep, worn out by the intensity of their encounter. He couldn't help but chuckle softly, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

Wrapping his arms securely around her, White rose from the chair and began to make his way through the spaceship's dimly lit corridors toward her room. The soft hum of the ship's engine was the only sound accompanying them.

"She really did try," White mused to himself, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Next time, love," he whispered to the sleeping figure in his arms, his words a promise and a playful challenge all at once.