[ She's okay with him putting off thoroughly processing it for a bit. Hopefully some of it's processing in his subconscious at least a little bit right now, and then later it might be a little easier to think over once he's had some time to let it settle.
Also she just really wants to get him off, now, wants to make him watch her enjoy herself getting him off, because she loves that noise he's making and she loves the look on his face right now and she loves making him make that noise and that face and feel good. God, but he's beautiful, and her hands are running down his legs and back up to his hips in appreciation of just how much she appreciates having him under her, even as she slowly starts working more with her mouth, taking him a little further in before sliding him out and then repeating the process, slowly. ]
[ Yeah, it's probably using whatever processing power his subconscious has to 100% going 'what the fuck just happened down here'. That'll be fun once it reconciles and rises to the surface.
He manages to watch that for all of about two and a half repetitions, the sound getting gradually more crackley or broken until he's actually almost being quiet, until he just blurts out: ] Gag me. Again, please, I can't - you said no talking and I can't, I can't 'no talking', I really can't, and I don't want you to stop again - I don't want you to stop now, but I'd rather you stop now than you stop later when you're further down or doing anything with my balls or, fuck, even further back, or literally anything more than what you're already doing, because I'm going to start talking just like this once you are and I won't be able to stop, just like this when you do and really you should be proud I can make this sort of tactical decision right now. [ Was that all one breath? Maybe it was two, or even two and a half, but it sure sounded like all one breath. He's still watching her, he hasn't been able to tear his eyes away from the sight of her, but there's a real plea in the request. ]
[ She stops as soon as he starts talking, just rests on her hands and watches him with eyes dark and blown, something almost like a smile at the edges of her mouth. She can't say she wasn't expecting something like this, but he's being even more vehement than she'd expected and she loves the urgency in his voice, the way the words almost bleed together in his haste. ]
Okay. [ All she says as she moves back up for a bit, knees bracketing him as she reaches for the gag again, holds it loosely in one hand while she leans down to kiss him again, as hard as she can. It takes a little bit to pull back from that, but when she does she starts to settle the gag back in place, still watching him intently, still smiling a little. She doesn't talk again until it's settled, when she taps the side of her head. ] You know the safeword. Don't look away. [ And she's sliding back down his body again. ]
[ He figured she would stop then, doesn't even change the tone in his voice or slow down when she starts to just watch him plead with her with that somewhat amused look on her face. He doesn't even care, okay. As long as she's listening and she does it and then goes back to what she was doing, he doesn't care.
The kiss he isn't quite expecting beforehand, and he can taste himself - a little bit - on her mouth, but he doesn't care about that either. He opens up for her and fights her back just enough to make it fun, to make her push him down harder. His mouth is still open, kind of lagging in the aftermath of it, when she's placing the gag in and that was fast but it was what he asked for so he can't complain.
His eyes had closed at some point, but they open as she finishes settling it, and she's watching him again with that same look on her face and this time he feels a little vulnerable for whatever reason but he does his level best to keep that off his face. And then it's his turn to watch her, nodding in response to her statements, even though it's unnecessary - he's paying attention to every single thing she does right now, eyes once again glued to her as she moves back down. ]
[ She likes that fight in him, likes pushing him down into the pillow and tasting his mouth, letting him taste himself on her tongue. It's a nice feeling, the resistance good even if they both know what the ultimate outcome will be. The look of the result on him is good, and the gag somehow just completes it. She could stand to watch that a little bit longer, and her eyes are still on him as she's moving slowly back down, except for the moments she pauses to press a kiss to his chest, his stomach, the trail of muscles leading downwards. ]
Mine. [ It's a soft whisper against the flat of his stomach, almost inaudible, and then her hands are resting on his thighs again, one last glance up at him in serious attention before she takes him back in her mouth, lets her tongue swirl around him. ]
[ He's working on catching his breath again as she starts to move back down, an attempt that could be going better. It's not helping that he's tensing further and further as she moves, lifting his head to watch her because he has to because he just does and also because she told him to. That's another really good reason.
And he's all but vibrating by the time she leaves that whisper at his stomach, and it was quiet and barely there but he heard it because he doesn't have anything better to do right now than listen to her and wasn't that the point of all of this anyway. He hears it and freezes, still tensed, but that's different, what she just said and the context because she might have said it before - he honestly doesn't remember - but it means something different now, in his opinion. He's forgotten to breathe from the weight of the added meaning, and he catches her glance, eyes dark and a little wide, and still doesn't know what to do with it. Right now he's just glad she waited to say it until he couldn't talk, because he definitely would have said something.
Being wrapped up in that means that means that when she does take him back in, he suddenly realizes he hasn't been breathing, sucks in a big breath through his nose to make up for it, blinking and refocusing on her. He's paying attention, honest. Just a little sidetracked, but he won't be again. ]
[ And she can feel all of that tension, through her mouth and her hands on his legs. That's lovely, right there, and she wants to keep it, and she can feel the shift of its quality when she whispers that mine, see him react to it visibly. She's never really had the guts to say it out loud before, not to him because it's not really about possessing him and she worries about how it would be taken. But right now, she thinks - right now maybe he'll understand what she means by it.
Hers, in the sense that he is the most important thing to her. That she is going to look out for him in whatever way she can for as long as he'll let her. That seeing him like this, watching him give himself over to her, is one of the most beautiful things she's seen. That every time he gives her his trust she dedicates herself to ensuring she's worthy of it.
She can hear that breath and it just fuels her, moving her mouth back off of him but just so that she can run her tongue along all of him, one hand sliding up so she can slide fingers under his balls, give him another place to get sensation from as she works at making sure that every inch of him has felt her tongue's attention. ]
[ Honestly he doesn't mind the possessive ring to it. He doesn't mind being hers in both senses of the word, because in his opinion the possession is actually a little easier to live up to and with because as much as he loves giving himself to her, it's a totally brand new notion that that might actually be all that she wants, that it might be enough. He's more comfortable being a possession than he is being the prize. But regardless, she has his trust, certainly - it's what just now prompted him to keep listening to her after being tricked, when he clearly didn't want to, the trust that if she was going to do all of that then it was something she considered important enough to risk pissing him off like that.
It's really hard not to jerk his hips up when she slides her fingers up under him like that, and all the muscles in his pelvis tense again with the effort, because she's holding his balls and has her tongue everywhere and he was totally right earlier when he said he wouldn't want her to stop later, at all. He has no idea if he can even handle it, but he knows he doesn't want her to stop, works to keep his head up so he can watch her even though right now he'd like to just let it fall back to bounce off the mattress. ]
[ That's probably a good thing to mention to her at some point, because she has a fear of laying claim to anything too thoroughly, is always a little certain that it will vanish shortly afterwards. But him - she wants to, with him, and that's a little scary to her.
Right now though she's concentrating on her technique, here, and clearly she's on the right path because she can feel how his muscles just tensed beautifully. That was rewarding, she could do with having that again. She keeps her fingers moving, back and forth and seeing what combination of touching him gets the most reaction, and after a little bit she slides her mouth back around him, hums around him as she starts a slow motion. ]
most unrealistic part of im3: that absolutely no one recognised him except gary
[ He's pretty sure she would hunt him down if he went anywhere. Actually a fair handful of people would probably do that, if he managed to last in anonymity for any definable length of time in the first place. He doesn't have any plans on it either way though, so she doesn't need to worry.
That makes him try to gasp around the gag, and while that has limited success, his reaction is pretty clear - she's well on the right track. He can feel himself starting to get closer, and he'd try and let her know but he's not quite that close and she'll know when he starts to draw up towards himself anyway. She's only intensifying the need to push up though, and he vents a little bit of the frustration at not being able to by pulling on the arm restraints. ]
[ If she didn't know why, yeah she would. She'd be after him in a heartbeat, just to ensure that he was alive and all right. But if he chose to leave, if it was what he wanted - she can't deny him what he truly desires. Even if it goes against everything she wants or needs.
Her free hand goes to one hip, presses down with enough force that if he wants to try to push up he can. It won't go anywhere or disturb her, but it might release a little bit of the tension he's feeling. Otherwise she's quite occupied, starting to set up a real rhythm with the slide of her mouth around him as her fingers trail down further, exploring muscles and skin that she tends to leave without quite as much attention paid to them because right now she feels like giving him a whole range of experiences. Plenty to keep his mind on. ]
[ Oh, he appreciates that free hand pressing down, almost immediately presses up against it in return because yes that was what was necessary, and that helps, that helps a lot. It's not as though nothing else she's doing is helping too though - she settles into rhythm and he isn't sure how to handle the regularity (although if there were no rhythm then the arbitrary aspect of it would have a similar effect). She starts to trail down further to areas that aren't quite used to that much stimulation, much less any, and he can't, he drops his head back and closes his eyes for a few seconds because the stimulation all comes together and it's a lot, and all of that with watching her make all of that happen is a lot, and what they talked about is a lot, and as much as he loves all of this - like really, this is... this is amazing - he'd almost half like to come and be finished, because he's exhausted and it's all just really a lot. ]
he knew his job and he fulfilled it with great intent
[ She likes the pressure of his hips against her hand too, because it's just another tangible way that she can measure the effect she's having on him and that makes her happy, makes her want to get even more out of him. But for right she's just going to keep up with what she's doing, because between his head falling back and everything she can feel coming off of him she can tell he's not far off now. Just a little bit further, and she's putting a fair amount of effort now into ensuring that the coming orgasm is going to be as overwhelming as she can make it for him, so that he's tired enough to stop trying to think in the aftermath. ]
[ He is so close to it now, pulling and pushing and straining and resisting and feeling and everything. Everything's on fire in a weirdly pleasant kind of way, and he can't stand it, head straining just as hard back into the pillows as his eyes are shut because he doesn't want her looking at them anymore for a moment and he need to turn off one sense and that's the easiest.
It does, have the unfortunate side effect of then boosting the others, and suddenly everything is ramped up to eleven and he comes, a surprised growl in his chest and then back to rapid panting around the gag, because breathing. He's staying still, not opening his eyes, not talking. Not just yet. ]
[ She's okay with that straining back right now, because yeah sure she told him to watch but that he can't right now despite that order means a pretty overwhelming amount of sensation and she's proud of herself for that. That's pretty awesome.
She swallows around him, slowly pulls away and watches him for a long moment, just evaluating his expression and how he looks and everything about this moment because she likes this moment quite a lot. It was a good one, and she thinks she did a good job, and she wants to watch him take in the aftermath of it. She stirs after a long moment. ] I'm going to go get something to wipe you down with, okay? I'll be back in just a moment. [ But waiting, in case he has an objection or wants to be let out first. ]
slightly frightening enthusiasm, actually. also the rest after workkk
[ Yes, kudos to her for getting that much of a reaction. He's not totally sure how she did it, but it's almost made him willing to let her deliver a staggering emotional bombshell more often.
That's cool, just staying still and watching him for a little bit. He gets his breathing a little more regulated fairly quickly, more out of practice than for any other reason, and if she were doing a whole lot of fidgeting or moving around then that would have been much more difficult to do. His response to that is a fairly noncommittal grunt, still not really moving at all himself. But he did hear her, and he's not objecting, he's just not paying that much attention to the words right now. ]
look he had to make up for everyone else's lack of enthusiasm
[ She doesn't think she wants to deliver another staggering emotional bombshell right now. Or in the near future, really, he reacts in ways that really worry her in the moment of the reaction. She's always scared it's going to be too much for him.
It doesn't take her long to bring back a wet cloth and start wiping him down, generally first before more specifically as she still keeps an eye on him. It's not until he's cleaned off a little before she sits down beside him and reaches up for one hand, starts to unhook it slowly. From how hard he'd been pulling at the restraints, she rather thinks he'll need a bit of stretching right now. ] How are you feeling?
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[ Well. That's not unreasonable. He appreciates her trying to be so mindful of his limitations. Or, he's not, but his limitations are. He'd be kind of irritated.
I'm pretending she took the gag off already because I feel like it and because you confirmed in AIM that you didn't mean for that to happen, so. He's sort of watching her progress and sort of just looking at the ceiling, because his nerves all feel like they've been shocked a little, he's got an electric buzz thing still happening, and it's not making him any more sensitive than normal, but it's still adding to the cumulative sensations. Being let out he appreciates though, and he rotates his hand around when it's free to relieve some of the tension that had built up. ] Good. Really, really tired. [ And then totally turning to look at her. ] You?
[ Totally fine I can't remember why I didn't edit and fix that.
She moves on to let his other hand free, still watching him, and she's moved down to his feet when he turns to look at her. She's still watching him, a small pleased smile on her face because it worked, and because he said he feels good, and because she definitely did not expect it to go that well really. ] Mmm. Pretty tired too. You can get some rest if you want.
[ He's just staying still, really. He stretches a little bit as different limbs are freed, but mostly he's just sort of content to stay where he is. He's watching her watching him and that's not all that abnormal, he's used to being watched, but right now he doesn't feel the characteristic need to perform for it. Usually a sense of showmanship comes to light, but at the moment he's just still... Calm. ] What are you gonna do?
[ She really quite likes the stillness and calmness to him right now. Lack of motion with him can be worrying, but it can also be an indication of just how comfortable he feels, and this feels much more like that. That he's relaxed at all after that is a really good sign, she feels. ] I think that will depend a lot on what you'd like me to do. [ Because she wants to stay, wants to be touching him, but she's not going to do that unless it's what he wants to. ]
[ She's done a magnificent job making him feel comfortable, especially in light of how distinctly uncomfortable she'd made him feel from the get-go. It's all still something he's going to have to take some time to fully digest and swallow and integrate, but right now he's not working on that. Right now he's in the happy state of having accepted it initially, and that's all he has to do right now. He's done, and he's exhausted, and he's calm, and he's safe, and she's here, and she makes all of those other states even stronger in various ways and methods.
But he pauses there, because she's asking him what he wants now, after having decided so clearly what he needed. The switch is a lot, but even with that he's able to answer her pretty quickly, fairly firmly. He holds his hand out to her a bit, another very short pause, because this is another thing he's not that great with. ] Stay? [ And recovery. ] Unless you've got anything else.
[ She really likes the look on his face right now and the general way he feels. Really it all went far, far better than she had expected it to go, and she's pretty happy with that. There's relief in her and she knows some of it is leaking, knows that she's not keeping as tight a hold over how pleased she is with how this went as she'd like, but she can't bring herself to care, not with his hand held out to her and the tone of his voice. ]
Nothing more important than you. [ Firm and calm as she takes his hand, moves towards him so that she can lie against his side. ] It can all wait.
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Also she just really wants to get him off, now, wants to make him watch her enjoy herself getting him off, because she loves that noise he's making and she loves the look on his face right now and she loves making him make that noise and that face and feel good. God, but he's beautiful, and her hands are running down his legs and back up to his hips in appreciation of just how much she appreciates having him under her, even as she slowly starts working more with her mouth, taking him a little further in before sliding him out and then repeating the process, slowly. ]
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He manages to watch that for all of about two and a half repetitions, the sound getting gradually more crackley or broken until he's actually almost being quiet, until he just blurts out: ] Gag me. Again, please, I can't - you said no talking and I can't, I can't 'no talking', I really can't, and I don't want you to stop again - I don't want you to stop now, but I'd rather you stop now than you stop later when you're further down or doing anything with my balls or, fuck, even further back, or literally anything more than what you're already doing, because I'm going to start talking just like this once you are and I won't be able to stop, just like this when you do and really you should be proud I can make this sort of tactical decision right now. [ Was that all one breath? Maybe it was two, or even two and a half, but it sure sounded like all one breath. He's still watching her, he hasn't been able to tear his eyes away from the sight of her, but there's a real plea in the request. ]
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Okay. [ All she says as she moves back up for a bit, knees bracketing him as she reaches for the gag again, holds it loosely in one hand while she leans down to kiss him again, as hard as she can. It takes a little bit to pull back from that, but when she does she starts to settle the gag back in place, still watching him intently, still smiling a little. She doesn't talk again until it's settled, when she taps the side of her head. ] You know the safeword. Don't look away. [ And she's sliding back down his body again. ]
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The kiss he isn't quite expecting beforehand, and he can taste himself - a little bit - on her mouth, but he doesn't care about that either. He opens up for her and fights her back just enough to make it fun, to make her push him down harder. His mouth is still open, kind of lagging in the aftermath of it, when she's placing the gag in and that was fast but it was what he asked for so he can't complain.
His eyes had closed at some point, but they open as she finishes settling it, and she's watching him again with that same look on her face and this time he feels a little vulnerable for whatever reason but he does his level best to keep that off his face. And then it's his turn to watch her, nodding in response to her statements, even though it's unnecessary - he's paying attention to every single thing she does right now, eyes once again glued to her as she moves back down. ]
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Mine. [ It's a soft whisper against the flat of his stomach, almost inaudible, and then her hands are resting on his thighs again, one last glance up at him in serious attention before she takes him back in her mouth, lets her tongue swirl around him. ]
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And he's all but vibrating by the time she leaves that whisper at his stomach, and it was quiet and barely there but he heard it because he doesn't have anything better to do right now than listen to her and wasn't that the point of all of this anyway. He hears it and freezes, still tensed, but that's different, what she just said and the context because she might have said it before - he honestly doesn't remember - but it means something different now, in his opinion. He's forgotten to breathe from the weight of the added meaning, and he catches her glance, eyes dark and a little wide, and still doesn't know what to do with it. Right now he's just glad she waited to say it until he couldn't talk, because he definitely would have said something.
Being wrapped up in that means that means that when she does take him back in, he suddenly realizes he hasn't been breathing, sucks in a big breath through his nose to make up for it, blinking and refocusing on her. He's paying attention, honest. Just a little sidetracked, but he won't be again. ]
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Hers, in the sense that he is the most important thing to her. That she is going to look out for him in whatever way she can for as long as he'll let her. That seeing him like this, watching him give himself over to her, is one of the most beautiful things she's seen. That every time he gives her his trust she dedicates herself to ensuring she's worthy of it.
She can hear that breath and it just fuels her, moving her mouth back off of him but just so that she can run her tongue along all of him, one hand sliding up so she can slide fingers under his balls, give him another place to get sensation from as she works at making sure that every inch of him has felt her tongue's attention. ]
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It's really hard not to jerk his hips up when she slides her fingers up under him like that, and all the muscles in his pelvis tense again with the effort, because she's holding his balls and has her tongue everywhere and he was totally right earlier when he said he wouldn't want her to stop later, at all. He has no idea if he can even handle it, but he knows he doesn't want her to stop, works to keep his head up so he can watch her even though right now he'd like to just let it fall back to bounce off the mattress. ]
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Right now though she's concentrating on her technique, here, and clearly she's on the right path because she can feel how his muscles just tensed beautifully. That was rewarding, she could do with having that again. She keeps her fingers moving, back and forth and seeing what combination of touching him gets the most reaction, and after a little bit she slides her mouth back around him, hums around him as she starts a slow motion. ]
most unrealistic part of im3: that absolutely no one recognised him except gary
That makes him try to gasp around the gag, and while that has limited success, his reaction is pretty clear - she's well on the right track. He can feel himself starting to get closer, and he'd try and let her know but he's not quite that close and she'll know when he starts to draw up towards himself anyway. She's only intensifying the need to push up though, and he vents a little bit of the frustration at not being able to by pulling on the arm restraints. ]
yes basically
Her free hand goes to one hip, presses down with enough force that if he wants to try to push up he can. It won't go anywhere or disturb her, but it might release a little bit of the tension he's feeling. Otherwise she's quite occupied, starting to set up a real rhythm with the slide of her mouth around him as her fingers trail down further, exploring muscles and skin that she tends to leave without quite as much attention paid to them because right now she feels like giving him a whole range of experiences. Plenty to keep his mind on. ]
and oh boy did gary make up for it
he knew his job and he fulfilled it with great intent
and ENTHUSIASM
It does, have the unfortunate side effect of then boosting the others, and suddenly everything is ramped up to eleven and he comes, a surprised growl in his chest and then back to rapid panting around the gag, because breathing. He's staying still, not opening his eyes, not talking. Not just yet. ]
so much enthusiasm oh my god
She swallows around him, slowly pulls away and watches him for a long moment, just evaluating his expression and how he looks and everything about this moment because she likes this moment quite a lot. It was a good one, and she thinks she did a good job, and she wants to watch him take in the aftermath of it. She stirs after a long moment. ] I'm going to go get something to wipe you down with, okay? I'll be back in just a moment. [ But waiting, in case he has an objection or wants to be let out first. ]
slightly frightening enthusiasm, actually. also the rest after workkk
That's cool, just staying still and watching him for a little bit. He gets his breathing a little more regulated fairly quickly, more out of practice than for any other reason, and if she were doing a whole lot of fidgeting or moving around then that would have been much more difficult to do. His response to that is a fairly noncommittal grunt, still not really moving at all himself. But he did hear her, and he's not objecting, he's just not paying that much attention to the words right now. ]
look he had to make up for everyone else's lack of enthusiasm
It doesn't take her long to bring back a wet cloth and start wiping him down, generally first before more specifically as she still keeps an eye on him. It's not until he's cleaned off a little before she sits down beside him and reaches up for one hand, starts to unhook it slowly. From how hard he'd been pulling at the restraints, she rather thinks he'll need a bit of stretching right now. ] How are you feeling?
had to go back several comments to see whose enthusiasm we were even talking about
I'm pretending she took the gag off already because I feel like it and because you confirmed in AIM that you didn't mean for that to happen, so. He's sort of watching her progress and sort of just looking at the ceiling, because his nerves all feel like they've been shocked a little, he's got an electric buzz thing still happening, and it's not making him any more sensitive than normal, but it's still adding to the cumulative sensations. Being let out he appreciates though, and he rotates his hand around when it's free to relieve some of the tension that had built up. ] Good. Really, really tired. [ And then totally turning to look at her. ] You?
lmao me too
She moves on to let his other hand free, still watching him, and she's moved down to his feet when he turns to look at her. She's still watching him, a small pleased smile on her face because it worked, and because he said he feels good, and because she definitely did not expect it to go that well really. ] Mmm. Pretty tired too. You can get some rest if you want.
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But he pauses there, because she's asking him what he wants now, after having decided so clearly what he needed. The switch is a lot, but even with that he's able to answer her pretty quickly, fairly firmly. He holds his hand out to her a bit, another very short pause, because this is another thing he's not that great with. ] Stay? [ And recovery. ] Unless you've got anything else.
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Nothing more important than you. [ Firm and calm as she takes his hand, moves towards him so that she can lie against his side. ] It can all wait.