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[thinkoutsidethebox]

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[thinkoutsidethebox]

[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.

[heirbrained]

[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]

[thinkoutsidethebox]

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.

[heirbrained]

[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]

[thinkoutsidethebox]

[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]

[heirbrained]

[he moans loudly, pressing his whole face up closer to her, blindly—it's some kind of contact, at least, and the only kind he can really manage right now. he doesn't try to pull his head away until she forces it]