thinkoutsidethebox | COURT CONTINUATIONS

So, feel free to keep telling me what you want.

[without releasing the collar, she moves to straddle his chest again]

—Right. Of course.

[he tilts his head like he might look up at her, but obviously that's not gonna work out]

Hm. For my part, I also like how you look with my writing on you...

[she grinds down on him a little, making a little breathy noise for his benefit]

Ah—

[he tugs at his wrists automatically, shuddering when they're stopped before they get anywhere. talking is all I can really do...]

It's not as if I didn't enjoy doing the same. What are you doing there...?

Warming up a bit.

[giggles, breathlessly, but doesn't otherwise shift]

You like the idea, too...? Of having your marks on me.

Yes, I suppose. This doesn't just go one way...

You suppose...?

[she trails a hand down the words on her skin, though obviously he can't see that, just feel her shift slightly]

If I took off my clothes in front of anyone else, they'd see your name on my skin.

[pausing, taking a breath]

Hmm. Yes. That's ideal.

Do you want everyone I spend time with to know I'm interested in you above all?

[her hands slide down to his chest and her nails dig in lightly]

Ha—hah...

[hissing a bit, but he's still smiling]

Is there a problem with that?—Yes.

[he tacks on, after remembering that the point of all of this is not leaving things up to implication.]

[she shifts forward slightly, higher up on his chest]

Then, you'd better continue being the person of most interest... Do you think you can satisfy me properly, like this...? Without being able to see or use your hands?

[shivers]

It shouldn't pose a problem. Please—go ahead...

Very well then. Let's see what you can do.

[she braces herself and moves the rest of the way forward, carefully settling herself down over his face]

Mmmm—

[trying to stay focused. this is a challenge!! tilting his head and slipping his tongue out, licking over her, exploring for now to get a feel for where everything is situated]

[as his tongue passes over her folds she shifts her weight down, canting her hips at the right angle to press against his mouth, and she slides one hand down into his hair]

You like it like this...

Mmmmm—mmm... Mmhmm...

[at first he's not sure how to answer but then he realizes he can just give an affirmative without having to explain himself so that's nice. he licks up over her clit, carefully]

A-Ah...

[it's an automatic noise, and she shivers slightly. the hand in his hair tightens into a firm grip]

...That's good. I like you like this too.

[he moans more spontaneously this time when his hair is pulled, but then smiles a little, rolling her clit firmly with his tongue once he's certain where it is]

[she bears down harder against that, gasping a little]

Mmmm... not bad... if you keep that up you might manage...

[when he envisioned this scenario previously, it involved more being forced into it under protest... the tone is totally different like this, but actually once the hurdles of actually consenting and agreeing and asking for things are cleared, it ends up just being regularly fun?? how weird how that works. at least as long as he's not overthinking it too hard.

and he can't really think about it anyway with the intensity of objectives going on right now. shivering, but gathering his focus to keep his tongue pressed firmly up against her]

Mmm—

[She keeps moving down against his tongue, and it occurs to her vaguely that maybe she's making his life a little too easy by doing a lot of his work for him, but this is pretty nice regardless and she doesn't really want to stop. She laughs, breathlessly, hand threading through his hair]

Look at you, you're really completely helpless... you can't do anything but serve my pleasure, right now. And you did it completely willingly... You wanted it like this.

[he shudders harder—NOW embarrassment starts creeping up over his amusement again, but at this point he's so far gone in the moment that it's basically just a spike in his arousal instead. this isn't just kinda fun it's really hot

he's moaning before he can even consider stopping himself, and then has to struggle to focus again to formulate a response, however limited his options are right now. he nods just slightly, not enough to really jostle her]

Mm—hmmmmm...

[I can't believe I agreed to that]

Good...

[she shifts even harder against him, her pronunciation falling apart a little as her breath starts to come in hard pants]

You're mine, and so I'll use you... even more so when—you're asking for it.

[straining his neck to press up against her as she moves, rubbing his tongue in vague motions, but mostly allowing her to use it as she sees fit—more deliberately so, even, when she calls him out on it.

he can't protest even if he wanted to, so he doesn't bother lingering on the possibility for too long. the voices in his head of propriety and restraint are becoming very faint under the haze of objectives and pleasure anyway]

[shivers, and the hand in his hair grips painfully hard as she just repeats]

You're—mine—!

[and then the shudders hard, orgasm wracking her body with pleasure as she moves]

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heirbrained - 2015-03-31 14:56 (UTC) - Expand