[ He really is on high alert, and she pauses as soon as he says that, hand flattening against his stomach as she watches him. ] Open your eyes. [ She wants to see them, right now. The look in them was wonderful earlier, and she suspects it's still there. And she'd like him to look at her while he says whatever it is he needs her to stop for, see the calm consideration in her face and the banked desire in her eyes. ] Why do I need to stop?
[ Well, he wasn't actually expecting her to stop, for one thing. Not without the safeword, or any one of the three of them, technically. Not that it's a bad thing - he probably wouldn't have expected her to actually stop even with them, at this point. It's hard to think right now. Maybe he wasn't. Feel proud.
But it means he opens his eyes almost immediately when she tells him to, both out of obedience and mild surprise, blinking a few times and then settling on her. It is the same look, albeit somewhat more dazed than before, and again, the look on her face doesn't help much. ] I just... Too much. Almost hurts. [ Although, what if she stops entirely? ] Not bad though, I didn't think - it's fine, sorry, nothing's wrong. Please, don't stop.
[ She doesn't want to accidentally overwhelm him and push it just too far, because she's put a lot of effort into this and that would be kind of frustrating and ruin it all. And she's really not sure if that's a good thing, that he wouldn't expect her to stop even with a safeword, because she would. She'd hate it, right now, and she'd be frustrated, but she'd stop.
And while her hand lingers, she doesn't start it moving again just yet. ] Maybe you need to just lie still for a little bit. [ Not teasing, just gauging how he feels by what his reaction to that suggestion is. ] If you can't handle it.
[ Well, on a base level he does trust her - it's why when he starts to feel like he's flipping out a little he doesn't actually flip out and break everything, but quietly and breathlessly just said 'stop' instead. It's a good thing, he's just not thinking a whole lot right now about it.
The suggestion though, he's thinking about a lot. He doesn't like it. He probably does need to, but you've hit a competitive-slash-doubting nerve with that phrasing. ] What. No, I don't want to. I can handle it, please, come on. Go back, keep going.
[ She thought that might strike something of a nerve, in a metaphorical sense instead of the literal sense she's also been working on, and she doesn't let the satisfaction show on her face but it's a quiet hum in the back of her head, success. Slowly her hand slides down a little further, spreads out flat against his stomach as she raises her eyebrows at him. ]
I don't think you can. [ Leaning in to kiss him again, briefly, whispering against his lips. ] I think you'd disobey my instructions if I kept going, and I can't have that.
[ Nerve struck. Her hand doesn't move nearly enough, and he starts to shift again beneath her like he was when she was over-stimulating him, wanting her to return to doing so. It's not too much, not enough to prevent the kiss from happening, easy and brief, or enough to break the dazed look on his face, to turn it to something more fervorous. ] I won't, I can't, please, come on, you can't just stop like that.
[ And that tone in his voice makes it much, much harder to stay calm herself, but she allows herself one swallow of reaction before she pulls her hand away entirely. This time when she leans to kiss him it's hard and demanding before she pulls away again, brushing her lips against his ear. She wants to hear that again. ]
Yes. [ Sure and firm, not a whisper anymore. ] I can. [ She can do whatever she likes, including pointedly not touch him at all right now. ]
[ Oh, man, he likes that hard and demanding, it feels like he's getting what he wants, finally.
But of course it means the opposite of that, and it's the discrepancy that makes the wanting all the worse. He tries to move with her when she pulls back away from him, gets caught by the restraints and the limitations of his own body, and after straining anyway for a few seconds, relaxes back onto the mattress. The tone in her voice seriously doesn't help either, and it's all he can do to keep the groan muffled to somewhere deep in his chest. ] Please. Please don't stop.
what is this new art piece i don't think it's a marshmallow
[ The second please gains him a nip to his earlobe, but that's all, keeping herself thoroughly away from him as she waits. That's a good start, there, and it certainly managed to make her blink a little slower where he couldn't see it, but she's not ready to touch him yet. Not without a little more incentive. ]
You haven't earned it yet. [ Measured and calm, because she needs to force that exterior on to help her maintain control over what his voice and his body right now make her feel. ]
Mnnff. [ So not enough. So beyond not enough, and he twists towards her where he can, but it's also not enough. She's too far away and not giving him enough and after so long being calmly and casually stimulated nearly to over-exposure, the sudden void is almost unbearable even this quickly. He's close, he does know that, but he also knows the cuff will delay it, stop him from drawing up properly, and probably hurt a bit but he's totally okay with that just so long as she starts doing something. ]
Please, I don't know how - how do I earn it. I just had it, give it back.
[ Her eyes narrowing just a little bit. ] You don't earn it by demanding it. [ It's not quite harsh, but there's a definite hardness to her voice, her hand flattening against his stomach again but this time more to keep him from trying to push up than as any attempt to stimulate. ]
But please is a good start. [ Still watching him closely, eyes fixed on his. She can feel his need, her breath just a little faster as she swallows again, maintaining her focus. ]
I'm not demanding! Really, it's just talking. [ Mostly, anyway. He was mostly not demanding. Sort of. If you'd wanted him to be demanding, it would totally have been demanding, but since you didn't, it wasn't. Obviously.
Either way, he tries to calm down a little bit, stops moving as much, attempts to manage his own breathing in response. He glances around, because it's hard to keep looking right at her right now, controlled but aroused as she is, and even if his gaze quickly returns to her, it doesn't help that much. ] I don't know any other magic words.
my mom's gotten me rose bushes for my birthday twice because i like them so much actually
Wrong kind of talking. [ She's going to drop her lips back to the side of his neck now, trailing down to his shoulder and then further down to his chest, never more than a light brush or small nip.
Her hand, though, stays stubbornly stationary. ] Then start with please and see what comes to you.
[ That's kind of helpful, actually. He usually does better talking when there's some kind of stimulation happening, even if it's just talking over a movie on tv. ]
Please, abracadabra, I just talk, I don't pay attention to it, just - tell me what to say, I'll say it. Whatever you tell me to do, right, that's how this started. And then you tell me not to talk, but now I have to, this is all highly contradictory. [ More or less it all tumbles out at once, and he gets to the end of that last bit and stops abruptly, because wow, okay, he was just trying not to do this, almost specifically this, and he's not sure when the switch from abject noncompliance to basically begging actually happened. ]
[ She's just going to keep it up, a slow methodical appreciation of his body but never enough. She's very careful to make sure that it's never enough. ]
Tell me what you want. [ Murmured against the edge of the reactor, hand slipping down just a little. She can guess what that abrupt pause was, wants to see if he's going to stick to it or not. ] Tell me what you want me to do, Tony.
[ It's so not enough, and he's so much easier to play right now; well done on the fine-tuning.
She can't see him - well, she probably can't, he thinks - from that angle, and it's awkward to crane his head down and watch her, and would totally not help his situation right now anyway, so he takes the moment to close his eyes again, pushes his head back into the bed to try and vent, just a little, the way he'd do with straining on the restraints if he didn't think she'd notice it immediately. Not like she won't notice that either, considering how one's torso has to flex to put any real effort into it. But he just doesn't know what he wants - he does know, on the one hand, he's actually quite well aware, on one hand. It's the other that's causing all the difficulty.
So when he replies, after a pause of deliberation, it's still not that firm. It starts with a mumbled ] Fuck. [ and sort of moves on from there. ] Just. I can't- Ca- Please, will you. Anything real.
[ She can't quite see him right now, but she can feel the shift of his body beneath her mouth and hand and in the way the bed moves beneath her knees.
It's always been obvious to her that genuinely making him fall apart would take a significant amount of effort, and perhaps that's the beauty of it. The challenge to it, the single minded focus she has to put into making him beg, the dedication necessary to pull what she wants from him. She wants the moment he lets himself crack fully beneath her, overwhelmingly so, but this - this progress is pretty good too. ]
Like this? [ She presses her hips down against his, grinds against him long and slow and deliberate. ] Is that what you want?
it's just easy to say these things online is all. i'm much less nice irl
[ He groans, he can't help it, that's basically all that noise was, somewhere between a groan and whatever the balance between satisfaction and marginal pain sounds like. Not that he's in pain, or feels satisfied for that matter - just that there's really only so many sounds you can make without trying to actually make sounds. ]
Yeah, exactly. Like that. [ Mostly. He's not sure how much of that he can actually handle right now, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want more of it, and belatedly, he remembers a little more of their conversation. ] Please, like that. I want like that.
i choose to believe that you would be nice to me regardless
[ She puts a little more force behind her hips for a little bit, lifting her head to watch his face again. This is - incredibly gratifying, really, she knew how much she wanted it and she's still surprised just how gratifying she finds the tone to his voice and his words right now. ]
Is that all? [ Voice low and tight, her hand slipping between his ass and the bed to help her provide pressure. ] Or is there more you'd like?
Ohhh... [ His throat is tight, his eyes are closed, his hands are fists and he isn't still anymore. ] Yes. [ Almost panted. ] Yes, please. [ is there more he'd like? He hardly wants to ask, and he keeps it to himself, even though she's already done it. ] More? More what? I want more, please, do more.
[ She can practically feel him unraveling beneath her. Now is a moment to be very, very careful, that she doesn't push him too far in her effort to get these noises out of him, the way his hands fist, the timbre of his voice. ] Do you want release? [ Easing up on the pressure for just a little bit, watching him intently. ]
[ Yes, well, that's basically what he's finally doing. That little bit of push from her hips, and the string from the tapestry was pulled - now it's just a matter of how quickly it falls apart.
He blinks his eyes open yet once again when she eases up, because he wasn't paying that much attention, and there's a few seconds of looking at her while he recomposes and pieces together what his subconscious heard her asking him. He doesn't think it's that obvious, but he's at a relatively steep deficit here. ] What? Do I want rel-
[ Does he? It's what he thinks he wants, he's pretty sure of it. He's been asking her to stop teasing for a while now. (Although, 'basically since the get-go'; he's not sure if that counts.) So he pauses again, then shakes his head back and forth, no longer looking at her anymore, but instead off to the side. ] No, no no. A little more, I can take it, please, whatever you want to do.
[ She's perfectly all right with that string staying in her hand a little longer, a little slower unraveling and him not only accepting what she'll do to him but asking for more. He's asking for more, and if there's something an ability to monitor his mind is good for, it's bringing him to the very brink and then waiting until things have died down enough to let her go again.
So there's a smile on her face when he says that, her hand slipping between them to grasp him, bring him a little closer even as she watches very carefully in more than one way for the signs that he's close and she needs to stop touching entirely. ] Good. [ A single word to let him know that she's more than all right with giving him a little more. ] You don't have permission until you ask well enough. [ And since she's the judge of that, it's going to have to be pretty damn well. ]
[ That is a noise of surprise, because it's the exact opposite of what he was expecting to get after asking her to keep going - he was expecting more teasing, yes, but of the other kind: the not-touching, the hovering, and that sort of thing. Direct contact, his eyes widen for a moment even as the restraints are incidentally tested for durability again. He more or less gasps an ] Okay. [ but, like before, it doesn't take that long until he's very close to riding the edge she doesn't want him crossing. He twists a little bit, legs and torso tensing with effort in the process, but doesn't actually get any words out this time.
And it feels like he should be asking again, already, but going right back to that, after just being given the option to receive what he would be asking for - well, that just feels a little stupid. ]
[ She can feel it, in the shake of his muscles and how he moves, in his mind where she's still carefully monitoring everything, and she pulls back just before any lines are crossed, returns to hovering just above him but completely absent, not touching, not giving anything but her gaze fixed on him.
She doesn't want him to ask again yet. He said more, and she has every intention of continuing to give him what he wants in a way that gives her a great deal of pleasure too. She presses her fingers to his lips for a moment, watching. Not yet. She's not holding out the offer again just now. He said he could take it. ]
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you say that now
But it means he opens his eyes almost immediately when she tells him to, both out of obedience and mild surprise, blinking a few times and then settling on her. It is the same look, albeit somewhat more dazed than before, and again, the look on her face doesn't help much. ] I just... Too much. Almost hurts. [ Although, what if she stops entirely? ] Not bad though, I didn't think - it's fine, sorry, nothing's wrong. Please, don't stop.
i will always say that probably
And while her hand lingers, she doesn't start it moving again just yet. ] Maybe you need to just lie still for a little bit. [ Not teasing, just gauging how he feels by what his reaction to that suggestion is. ] If you can't handle it.
yeah probably
The suggestion though, he's thinking about a lot. He doesn't like it. He probably does need to, but you've hit a competitive-slash-doubting nerve with that phrasing. ] What. No, I don't want to. I can handle it, please, come on. Go back, keep going.
i like the things you say okay
I don't think you can. [ Leaning in to kiss him again, briefly, whispering against his lips. ] I think you'd disobey my instructions if I kept going, and I can't have that.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
<3<3
Yes. [ Sure and firm, not a whisper anymore. ] I can. [ She can do whatever she likes, including pointedly not touch him at all right now. ]
~~`~{@`
But of course it means the opposite of that, and it's the discrepancy that makes the wanting all the worse. He tries to move with her when she pulls back away from him, gets caught by the restraints and the limitations of his own body, and after straining anyway for a few seconds, relaxes back onto the mattress. The tone in her voice seriously doesn't help either, and it's all he can do to keep the groan muffled to somewhere deep in his chest. ] Please. Please don't stop.
what is this new art piece i don't think it's a marshmallow
You haven't earned it yet. [ Measured and calm, because she needs to force that exterior on to help her maintain control over what his voice and his body right now make her feel. ]
rooooooooooooose
Please, I don't know how - how do I earn it. I just had it, give it back.
i love roses so much ty
But please is a good start. [ Still watching him closely, eyes fixed on his. She can feel his need, her breath just a little faster as she swallows again, maintaining her focus. ]
do you really
Either way, he tries to calm down a little bit, stops moving as much, attempts to manage his own breathing in response. He glances around, because it's hard to keep looking right at her right now, controlled but aroused as she is, and even if his gaze quickly returns to her, it doesn't help that much. ] I don't know any other magic words.
my mom's gotten me rose bushes for my birthday twice because i like them so much actually
Her hand, though, stays stubbornly stationary. ] Then start with please and see what comes to you.
awww
Please, abracadabra, I just talk, I don't pay attention to it, just - tell me what to say, I'll say it. Whatever you tell me to do, right, that's how this started. And then you tell me not to talk, but now I have to, this is all highly contradictory. [ More or less it all tumbles out at once, and he gets to the end of that last bit and stops abruptly, because wow, okay, he was just trying not to do this, almost specifically this, and he's not sure when the switch from abject noncompliance to basically begging actually happened. ]
so yes i appreciate that rose very much c:
Tell me what you want. [ Murmured against the edge of the reactor, hand slipping down just a little. She can guess what that abrupt pause was, wants to see if he's going to stick to it or not. ] Tell me what you want me to do, Tony.
i'll try and give them to you more often
She can't see him - well, she probably can't, he thinks - from that angle, and it's awkward to crane his head down and watch her, and would totally not help his situation right now anyway, so he takes the moment to close his eyes again, pushes his head back into the bed to try and vent, just a little, the way he'd do with straining on the restraints if he didn't think she'd notice it immediately. Not like she won't notice that either, considering how one's torso has to flex to put any real effort into it. But he just doesn't know what he wants - he does know, on the one hand, he's actually quite well aware, on one hand. It's the other that's causing all the difficulty.
So when he replies, after a pause of deliberation, it's still not that firm. It starts with a mumbled ] Fuck. [ and sort of moves on from there. ] Just. I can't- Ca- Please, will you. Anything real.
<3<3 you are lovely
It's always been obvious to her that genuinely making him fall apart would take a significant amount of effort, and perhaps that's the beauty of it. The challenge to it, the single minded focus she has to put into making him beg, the dedication necessary to pull what she wants from him. She wants the moment he lets himself crack fully beneath her, overwhelmingly so, but this - this progress is pretty good too. ]
Like this? [ She presses her hips down against his, grinds against him long and slow and deliberate. ] Is that what you want?
it's just easy to say these things online is all. i'm much less nice irl
Yeah, exactly. Like that. [ Mostly. He's not sure how much of that he can actually handle right now, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want more of it, and belatedly, he remembers a little more of their conversation. ] Please, like that. I want like that.
i choose to believe that you would be nice to me regardless
Is that all? [ Voice low and tight, her hand slipping between his ass and the bed to help her provide pressure. ] Or is there more you'd like?
well. yeah, probably.
8D
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He blinks his eyes open yet once again when she eases up, because he wasn't paying that much attention, and there's a few seconds of looking at her while he recomposes and pieces together what his subconscious heard her asking him. He doesn't think it's that obvious, but he's at a relatively steep deficit here. ] What? Do I want rel-
[ Does he? It's what he thinks he wants, he's pretty sure of it. He's been asking her to stop teasing for a while now. (Although, 'basically since the get-go'; he's not sure if that counts.) So he pauses again, then shakes his head back and forth, no longer looking at her anymore, but instead off to the side. ] No, no no. A little more, I can take it, please, whatever you want to do.
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So there's a smile on her face when he says that, her hand slipping between them to grasp him, bring him a little closer even as she watches very carefully in more than one way for the signs that he's close and she needs to stop touching entirely. ] Good. [ A single word to let him know that she's more than all right with giving him a little more. ] You don't have permission until you ask well enough. [ And since she's the judge of that, it's going to have to be pretty damn well. ]
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And it feels like he should be asking again, already, but going right back to that, after just being given the option to receive what he would be asking for - well, that just feels a little stupid. ]
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She doesn't want him to ask again yet. He said more, and she has every intention of continuing to give him what he wants in a way that gives her a great deal of pleasure too. She presses her fingers to his lips for a moment, watching. Not yet. She's not holding out the offer again just now. He said he could take it. ]
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idk why it's nipple but that word is really hard to write w/o becoming a twelve year old yes
you dk why what's nipple
idk why nipple is /that word/ that's hard to write w/o being a 12 year old
Ohhhh, yeah man idk. but every single time. nipple.
maybe i'll just start saying that to you randomly. also idk does it have great keywords?
fantastic, yes, it will never be safe to look at email at work. and all my keywords are great
i'm totally going to tag you specifically while you're at work just so i can work that in
wow r00d
yes well that's been established i am definitely rude
yes i believe it has
and i always try to live up to expectations (nipple)
seriously i grin every time i see it
i totally believe you that's why i do it
unsure how to feel
appreciative i don't put this much effort into being terrible to most people
thank... you?
8D ily
oh good ily2
oh excellent mutual love is always good
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