fe_male | memeboxing

[ Misappropriated those particular resources, Tony.

She almost definitely will, because the point is definitely not listening to what he wants, or says he wants, and instant gratification is definitely not on the list. One hand drifts down to his right ankle when he shifts against it, watching him as she stills until he's still again in turn and she can turn her attention and her hands back to his thighs, leaning down to follow the path of them with her mouth, carefully avoiding any direct contact with particularly nerve filled areas, just the sensitive skin around them. ]

[ He catches that pretty quickly, but still tests all four limbs before he stills properly. She doesn't do anything while he tests them; nothing aside from trail her hand to his ankle, and he doesn't really find that particularly helpful, and eventually stills. But the way she's seated, the things she's doing to his thighs, he begins to respond to all of this fairly easily, which is probably precisely what she's looking for. She's going to drive him crazy before she even touches him properly, and he's not totally sure what to do with that. ] Come on.

[ She waits it out, calm and patient. She can be that, sometimes, can wait for the payoff that she wants, and right now she's in the mindset where that becomes very simple. It is precisely what she's looking for, slowly moving upwards, inscribing a circle with her lips that does nothing to directly stimulate him, her hands sliding around to rest between him and the bed, carefully not moving beyond that.

That was fast. She glances up at him, in just the right position to give him the blowjob she's definitely not giving him yet, face stern. ] Yes? [ The words might be inviting further commentary, but the tone definitely is not. ]

[ She's just going to tease him. She's told him not to talk, and then tied him down, and now she's just going to tease him and tease him and he's not even allowed to come if at some point it somehow gets to be too much to handle - and teasing over a long period of time isn't terribly unlikely to not start effecting his sensitivity, which will make following the second directive very difficult, unless she tries to dampen them in progress. She could always the the opposite too, at any moment, and he's only just realized this and wow he can't tell how he feels about it.

But that, that he does know how he feels about. He drops his head back to the pillow with as much a thud anyone trying to drop their cranium on something quite soft can make, and clenches his jaw to to help not reply to it. Jaw clenched, hands ball into fists before slowly loosening again, and he shakes his head briefly; no, nothing, I wasn't trying to get your attention, do continue. ]

[ She's watching the realization in his eyes, right now, and that's a moment that she thinks she's going to quite like remembering in the future. He's gotten it entirely right. He's stubborn, and she's stubborn, and he's the one tied down and willing to let her do what she wants to him, and she's waiting for the moment he snaps beneath it. She wants to hear him beg. For release, for her to give him more, for anything and everything.

But that, she's well aware, is going to take more than a little bit of effort, and she's perfectly willing to put in the time and work it will require, and she does have the equivalent of a hidden arsenal in her mind, even if she's not employing it yet. Right now all her attention is on him, how he'll react if she takes the tip of him in her mouth for a few seconds, a swirl of tongue, and then abandons it to move further up his body, mouth at the skin around the reactor and her hips carefully not giving him any pressure. Sure, she'll continue. She's happy to. ]

[ It's going to take a fair deal of effort, particularly what with all the headstrong and then being in a combative, rebellious mood anyway - he's not going to want to give anything up out of sheer stubbornness even if there's legitimately no reason not to.

Well, shit. She's not holding back at all is she. It earns her a flutter of breaths, irregular all the more for the lack of response he's trying to give her. It hasn't taken that long for him to fully fill out, and even if it had, that would have likely finished the process - as soon as she starts moving up his torso he starts arching to meet her, looking for pressure if not precisely where he wants it, then at least more intensely elsewhere. ]

[ Right now, she's equally headstrong and equally determined to have her way, and that makes her more than willing to put in the effort required to get what she wants out of this.

She's alternating, between brief moments of not holding back at all and then returning to barely touching, light and not nearly enough. A moment of pressure for several of just brushing her lips across sensitive skin, pulling away from his arch up. ]

[ Yeah that's what he was both worried and excited about.

That's actually so much worse than just giving him pressure, or too much pressure, even; that's confusing his nerves and making the muscles in his chest and abdomen twitch slightly, trying to work out how they want to actually react to that, when every time they think they have something figured out, she does something else. He realizes she's pulling away from him, and for a little while that just makes him keep trying, but eventually he stops. Maybe he'll try it later, but it's still clearly too early for her to give him anything that easy. Doesn't mean it's not frustrating, and the lighter she does it, the more that lengths of handling him like a delicate object are juxtaposed with pressure like he'd want, the more very quiet sounds are expelled with his breaths. ]

[ Worry mixed with excitement is probably a pretty accurate response to that, yes. Her face remains fairly calm, but in her eyes there's a spark of something possessive and certain, not quite able to be shuttered away.

She's listening to the noises he makes carefully, feeling the twitching of his muscles and using it as a road map to continue making sure she's keeping him just off balance, not quite sure of what she'll do next. Every time any variant of touching settles into a pattern - lips following muscles down, circling the reactor, fingers brushing over thighs - she moves on to something else. Something new, if possible, nipping at pulse points, dragging a hand firmly up his leg, kissing her way up his thighs and stopping just short. She's just going to keep going like this until she gets some sort of more visible reaction. ]

[ He appreciates that look. He likes that look. He doesn't quite look like it right now, he looks kind of irritated, but he's not broadcasting anything that would actually indicate displeasure with her actions.

Actually, he winds up mostly just having a hard time concentrating on not broadcasting at all. It doesn't take long to become overstimulated, with her being so careful not to repeat herself, to stick only to areas that she knows are more sensitive, and the noises become more strung together until he realizes this and tries to tamp them all down at once.

Of course, that just makes it worse. ] Fuck, just, do something. [ He stops being patient all at once and pulls on the restraints while he speaks. ]

[ It's just going to stay there, because unless she can tell that he genuinely dislikes it she's not changing things from the way she feels.

That build up of noises, closer together and more frequent, only spurs her on to more effort, pushing to find that spot where he'll say something. And found it, and that's a brightening of her eyes as she stops touching him, supports herself on her elbows and knees to lie just over his body but not quite against it, warmth only an inch away. It takes a certain level of balance and control, but she's good at both of those. Very good at them, right now. ]

Like what, Tony? [ Just against his ear, breath warm, and she slowly kisses her way down the side of his neck, bites at a pulse point. ] What do you want me to do?

[ Ugh, no, what, that's the opposite of what he wanted. He tries to strain up towards her but it's hard when you can't actually move any of your limbs to get any true leverage. There's another noise of frustration basically immediately when she's moving to hover over him like that rather than actually do something like he asked. ] Anything, just stop - teasing. [ He's pretty sure a request like that will backfire, but he's just as sure that if he indicated that he was in any way okay with the teasing, she'd still keep doing it. She's probably going to do it either way. At least this way he'll be less irritated with himself for the inevitable mental recap. He tries to turn his head, at least, to catch her mouth and if nothing else have something to do. ] Harder. Or let me touch you, anything. Just - [ fuck. ]

[ Yes, yes it is. She'd be sorry but she really isn't, because this is precisely what she wants. This isn't about what he's asking her to do for him when it comes to actually doing it. It's about the tone of voice he says it in, the frustration in that noise, the way he's trying to move. And it's not that she doesn't want to be touching him or want him to be touching her, she just wants this so much more. ] How would you touch me, Tony? [ Staying just out of reach of his head as he turns it, watching him with dark intent eyes lit up with the charge of what's happening here. A moment after she does kiss him, just for a moment, open mouthed and hard for that short space and then pulling away again. ] How do you want me to touch you? [ Her voice is low and heavy, whispered against his skin as she returns to it briefly and lightly. ]

[ Her eyes lighting up makes his own go darker, dilating to almost the whole iris because goddamn there's all of this and that was happening and now he can see just how effected she is by this and god damn if that doesn't help a little bit. ] However you asked. I'd have a hand between your legs, all of you in my fingers working. [ It's the most direct he can think of, and he loses the ability to speak soon afterwards, simply trying to touch her regardless, pulling on the restraints again like that will do anything, tensing, and then falling back and relaxing completely when it continues to be a futile effort.

As for the second question, he's less sure of the answer. How does he want her to touch him? He mostly just wants her to touch him, so he's not sure how to specify beyond that. ] Make me yours. Hard, and not teasing. Please. [ He's not quite to begging, but he needs something here. He can't stay aroused this long, it's almost painful, and if she really wants to drag it out, she'll have a hard time as he'll start to go flaccid after too long with no release, unless she's planned for it. ] Anything.

[ She is quite effected by it all. Her clothes may all be on and he may not have touched her at all but it's in her head and under her skin and in the way he's looking at her and what he's saying, the pull of his body against the restraints and the tone of his voice. She doesn't need to be touched, right now. She's not even sure she'd want to be. This is enough.

And oh, oh, that's really nice to hear. She wants nothing more right now than to make him hers, and her mouth and teeth are anything but gentle on his neck as she listens, a hand sliding into his hair and tightening. There's a moment where she just stays still, listens to the echo of that anything, and then she lets her free hand slide down between them to grip him, not moving yet. ] You are mine. [ Watching him with certainty. ] You don't have my permission yet. [ Not specifying. It's his job to remember the instructions she's given him. ]

[ Oh that basically got him most of what he was looking for - 'most' because there might have been more he was thinking of but after she started moving again he lost track. He tilts his head so she has better access to his neck, a start when her teeth are occasionally less gentle than he's expecting, and a short hum of appreciation whenever she follows it afterward, letting her hand tug at his hair easily. He doesn't react much until she slides her hand down and suddenly she's around him again, he blinking a little bit faster than before for a few seconds and looking at her, trying to regulate his breathing and the width of his eyes a little better. He doesn't have permission. And he actually remembers this time. For two things, he has no permission, and he's not sure if she's reminding him of both right now, or just emphasizing the one again. Either way, he nods. He remembers. ]

[ It might not be a permanent answer, but for the moment his response and his need is enough to let her give him some of what he wants, enough to keep him on the edge for her. She can get a better reaction yet, she's certain of it. The nod is appreciated, even if she's sort of let no talking go out the window, but then she wants to listen to him react too. But that he's remembered them both is good, and she nods back and lets him have some movement, hand slow and smooth in its pace as she moves her mouth down to his chest, making the positioning a little easier on herself. ] Tell me when you're close.

[ He's fine with impermanence, actually. (Sometimes the broader concept is comforting, in a weird way.) Things don't last, mostly because they're made to be replaced by something better. One situation becomes another, greater in scope or definition, and that's how time smooths things over. Like no talking - it did work, for a while, and then it didn't, and maybe it will now again, for a while, but there's not really any doubt that it won't be working in the near future.

But really, it doesn't take that long in this instance. So much build-up built up means the momentum isn't that hard to regain, and he lets it get about as far as he thinks he can manage, as close to the edge as he can, before he speaks up suddenly. ] Stop, that's - very close.

[ She stops immediately, pulling her hand away and returning to kneel above him, knees on either side of his chest as she watches him again, something approaching an approving smile on her face. ] Good. [ Instructions well followed, she's very pleased. Pleased enough to kiss him a little, sliding a hand up his arm to lace her fingers through his. It's not much of a kiss, careful to keep stimulation down to a minimum, just thorough and calm.

And then she's up and off the bed, giving him a moment to calm down and herself an opportunity to head over to the box she'd brought out of the closet. She's been internally debating adding anything else to the mix, and right now she's leaning on the side of it because she knows it's going to take a little more to really get him today she wants him thoroughly and completely hers, no doubt in it, no questions. This is a good start, but it's not all that she can have. Not yet. ]

How do you feel now? [ Still facing away from him, considering something in her hands. Keeping a careful eye on how he is is an important part of all this, both for purposes of not sending him over the edge she wants and to make sure he's all right. She can do part of that through her mind, but asking him makes him answer to her. ]

[ How does he feel now. It feels like a trick question, and he nearly starts to say so before he catches himself. That's probably not what she's looking for, and while he's not typically all about giving other people what they want - not in this context; in anything but this context, basically the exact opposite - in this case it would also be detrimental to himself, so he pauses, comes up with a better answer, he thinks. ]

Frustrated. Controlled. [ Not 'in control', but that he is the one being controlled, and it's nice. ] Anticipatory.

[ Okay maybe it was a trick question, but all he's predominately aware of right now is that she's not near him anymore and he misses the warmth, that she is in fact somewhere over there that he can't see properly, doing things that he can't discern, and he's continuing to get a vague thrill of worry about things like that. She seems to be regarding something in thought, and he's not sure how what he just said will influence her thoughts one way or the other.

But he still doesn't know what for, and he doesn't know the point in asking him, or if it was a trick, so he adds: ] Why?

[ She hums a little bit in response to his answer, turns around to come back and settle inbetween his legs, kneeling with her knees together and her hand closed around something, surprisingly demure. It's a good mix of words, she thinks. For her purposes at least, it's a good mix of words.

And ah yes, the why. She meets his gaze, holds up the hand she'd been keeping closed to reveal the testicle cuffs in it, watching him carefully. There's no question in her eyes, but her stillness makes it clear that she's giving him time and space to bow out of this particular part if he wants to. ]

Just making sure everything's going right. [ Voice light and calm as she waits. ]

[ Yeah that is surprisingly subdued considering everything about this situation right now, which is a little... Well, it lends to the same conflicting feeling of both worry and eagerness. She's very good at fueling that particular feeling. He hasn't forgotten that she came out with more than just restraints though, and after he notices she's holding something, his eyes flick back and forth between her face and her hand until she holds it up to show what she brought back over. And oh. After that, it takes a few long moments before he looks back at her face again. ]

All right. No lefts. [ A little shifting, because that feels like a new level being added here and some kind of energy needs to be expelled. ]

[ She does her best to facilitate that feeling, really, particularly now, and the way his eyes stay glued to her hand for those long moments feels to her like some kind of reward for doing it well. But it's all alright then, and she holds up the key on a string, ties it firmly to the base of the bed where they can both see it and know it's well within easy reach.]

Just as a note, I've researched everything in your closet. [ Both as reassurance for the fact that she can actually use this safely as she shifts to an easier position to start putting it on, and as a casual aside, something for him to think about. ]

[ He watches her place the key in view, which is nice and comforting and also potentially going to be immeasurably frustrating later on. His eyes are glued to her regardless, through all of this, moving back over to him, settling back in place, and - what ]

You've what? When did you do that? [ Because he hadn't noticed that she'd been in there at all, she hadn't ever acted like she'd seen anything inside it. Not these kinds of things, anyway.

And he was watching, and he was curious, and even potentially going to keep talking, but then he can feel her getting ready, starting to put it on, and he stills almost entirely. He's looking up at the ceiling, but that's just because he wants to stare at something blank and pay more attention to the feeling. How long has she known about all this? Was she planing it or was it just a happy coincidence their moods worked out like this and she's just improvising. Which ones excite her? Or are these the ones that excite her - they're both typically quite assertive but not in this arena. This one has always been hers. ]

[ A secret sort of smile at the edges of her mouth as she glances at him, because she didn't miss either his eyes fixed on her or the subtleties of his reaction to what she'd said, and she likes them both a great deal. One hand strokes his thigh for a moment, still watching him. ]

I like to be informed. [ She likes to be informed about what he wants, and what he needs, and she'd noticed that restraints were hardly the only thing in that closet and gone searching one day, and then she'd done research, and it was absolutely worth it both for the look on his face right now and the fact that she has that further level to bring it up to, for both of them. ] I didn't see a need to tell you yet.

[ She's careful about everything, gentle and making sure that it's as safe as can be, and then she sits back, entirely not touching him again, waiting a moment to determine if this is going well. ]

i can't actually argue against that point

[tonytrollhah]

ruuuude

that too

that was about you not me!!

8D 8D you know what grin i'm making rn

i do it is my favorite grin even if it is because you're being terrible

you love meeee

i dooooo

good

then it's settled. you're rude and i love you.

:'D

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