fe_male | memeboxing

[ She likes his attention fixed on her, the attentiveness in his gaze. A power thing, she guesses, and frankly she'd never considered this particular method of sex in general before him and hadn't ever thought it would be something she'd enjoy, but. Well.

In her turn she watches him the entire time, not trying at all to hide her deliberate appraisal of him. It's not like she hasn't seen it all before. The leaning back gains him only her moving to the bed to bend over and plant her fingers in a circle around the reactor, pushing him backwards. ] Lying down, in the middle. [ If he's watching her, she's still watching back just as intently, and her voice has lost the softness to it, her fingers as they slide down his chest losing the gentleness despite lingering on him. ]

[ Hands splayed around the reactor evokes eyes a little wider than he'd want them to be. Normally he's okay with it, but occasionally, just the certain aspect, something different, a specific thing he can't quite identify, will come into play, and he needs a moment to chill out. Hands around the reactor makes him think about people trying to remove it, and he falls back flat onto the bed fairly easily, masking his expression even as he goes.

Momentary wigging aside, lying flat is okay, when she's leaning over him like that. He just wants to keep watching her, really, and with their respective positions, he can do that from where she wants, so there's little reason to not do as she says. His eye contact, does, though, remain intact for the most part, even while her fingers slide down his chest and his lips part just so incrementally for the reaction. ]

[ Normally she wouldn't touch it in this context, because of all the connotations she knows it comes with, but today she's just reckless enough, just on edge enough to find those wide eyes satisfying. She does at least think enough to move her hand quickly, give it the space again to let him chill out. She watches him for a long moment as she bends over him, one knee on the bed between his legs for support, and then leans down to whisper in his ear. ]

Do you trust me? [ An answer that she knows, but she wants to ask it regardless, wants to see how he'll choose to answer right now. Her free hand is on his arm, sliding it up the bed over his head, at an angle. ]

[ He's not sure what to make of her reaction to his own reaction. He does trust her - even if in a moment he won't be entirely sure how to say that without talking, and may or may not forget that he can't; I haven't decided yet - but that's something that so very quickly became a very sensitive issue and so few others even know what it means, that light in his chest, much less have access to it, and his experience with sharing is limited at best anyway.

So for a moment he drags his arm against her, watching her still - he usually watches people (well, sort of), it's just not normally this apparent, because he usually watches them while watching one of any number of other things at the same time. Having this much of his attention at a single point is rare. For a moment, he does that. But she asks the question, and he almost immediately starts to answer her, because regardless, he does trust her, and that's weird and that's scary but it's almost as implicit and deep as the issues in his heart, which is itself weird and scary and he reacts instinctively because thinking about it at all is dangerous. But he can't answer her, not like that, not verbally, and he clamps down on the word, licks his lips for a moment to reconsider, and then moves his arm with her, where he thinks she's going with it. ]

[ Having this much of his attention at a single point, a single point that's her, is sending a small shiver up her spine. She's not sure if she thinks it's perfect or if part of her still finds such attention dangerous. Maybe both at once, really. Maybe.

She's watching him carefully for his answer, sees that momentary hesitation and waits for him, watching. Categorizing every motion he makes, the shifts in expression of his face. And then he moves with her and she nods at him. ] Okay. Thank you. [ Trust is a precious and rare commodity, and being reminded that she has his - it's enough to keep her a little more steady, more sure that what she's doing here is for their pleasure as well as simply their release.

She watches him carefully, moves to his other side as she plants a knee between his legs and nudges them open. If he'll let her, she'll manuever him spread eagled, not restrained yet, constantly glancing at him to assess whether or not he remains okay with her movements. ]

[ He nods a little at her thank you, but he's dropped his gaze to look at some other random point in the room and the nod may or may not be for her as a result. It probably is though; he's not in the habit of just nodding to himself.

The lack of restraints so far is a little curious, just telling him to keep his arms where she placed them by unspoken direction. He lets her nudge his legs apart, placing all of his limbs the way she would like, trying to work out what she's doing and watching not her face - not anymore - but her own hands, the way she's choosing to interact with him, the way her wrists disappear up into her sleeves and how many clothes she has on. He's a little chilly though, himself. Maybe she's also cold - he tends to run a bit hotter than she does. ]

[ Her touch is sure and swift, not heavy but no room left for gentleness in it right now except in the brief moments she brushes her hands across his bare skin in transit to some other part of his body, until eventually they wind up resting on his thighs as she watches him. Her own clothes aren't on her mind at all, irrelevant to what she's thinking of and looking at, and after a long moment of weighing him in her gaze she rolls off the bed, retrieves the restraints she'd put down earlier.

She'd considered leaving him unbound, letting whether she touched him or not remain dependent on whether he could keep himself as she wanted him, but that she thinks she'll save for another time, after she's experimented further and finetuned how far she can push him. Two fingers slide down his chest, almost all the way his cock, and then she slides them back up and starts securing his wrists. ]

[ Honestly, he appreciates them, because he would so not be able to just keep himself in place like that yet. That would... require a lot more training, and they haven't done this often enough for that sort of thing to sink in. Right now, all that would do is mean he'd move out of instinct, then be punished, replaced to the former position, get frustrated, move, replace - really, it would get repetitive very quickly.

The moment there before she gets up is kind of nice though. He's not sure why, but the contrast between them - fully in control, fully not; fully clothed, fully not; fully knowing, fully not - he liked that moment. The way she touches him like he's something to be revered - and on a normal day he'll totally agree with you, but literally stripped down, even figuratively stripped down, to his component aspects, he's not so sure.

That said, he does like it when she comes back with actual restraints. A trail of tensing muscle follows just under her fingers, a twitch at the end of her journey downwards, before she moves back up again, and he tilts his head to watch her work. ]

[ She'll hold dreams of someday that being something that can work.

He is something to be revered, to her. Even tired and holding things she'd rather not under her skin, Tony is a constant that she always finds herself circling back towards. She looks at him and she sees the damage, of course. How can she not? But the measure of a person is never in the damage they've taken, but in the manner in which they've moved past it. He took everything he went through and he turned it into Iron Man. Turned himself into a symbol and a hero and saved the world, and she looks at him and she sees someone strong and brave and she doesn't think she ever did anything right enough to deserve him.

She sees that head tilt, brushes a thumb across his lips for a moment with a tiny secret smile and then finishes securing his wrists and ankles, checks to be certain there's no change of damage to him before sitting down on the bed beside him, hand on his chest. ] Don't come until I say you can. [ Watching him steadily to make sure the instructions are understood. ]

[ He'll hold off on his thoughts to that, for one because this isn't a conversation they're actually sharing, for two, because he's not allowed to talk, and for three, the idea of her getting him all tied down and then making him listen to compliments is... He has defenses for criticism, but he can be cut to the bone by a compliment on a slice of paper if wielded by the right person, and few are more right than she.

For a moment he considers taking that thumb into his mouth, showing her what he can do with it, anything to speed things up a little, but he doesn't, lets her return to her work and surreptitiously checks each one afterward. Usually it's just his arms tied down, so he's building anticipation as to what she has planned. The directive is easily given, but will likely be difficult to actually ... not follow through with? Follow through with? Obey. So he swallows once, nods once, and wonders just what she got out while he wasn't looking. ]

[ She's really quite surprised at how well he's adhering to the no talking rule so far, but she has her ways of making that harder and eventually she plans on putting it more thoroughly to the test. Or just overall throughout the course of this.

He can probably do fantastic things with that thumb, but it might have slowed things down more than sped them up. She's contrary like that, particularly right now, and it's her professional opinion that the slower the build the sweeter the payoff. As for the difficulty of obeying that order, well, she'll help ensure that he does. For now, though, she just hums a little bit and runs fingers up and down his chest, across areas she knows are ticklish, before sliding herself to kneel inbetween his legs and trail her hands up them, still watching him steadily. ]

[ Yeah, don't worry about how well he's done with that part so far, because it just means he's wasting all his willpower on not saying anything before she's even gotten started.

She'll probably wind up going very slowly at some point. Tony's far more of the mind that instant gratification is the best kind of gratification, possibly even the only kind of gratification, because anything that takes longer than that belabors the point and takes away from the satisfaction. The kind of satisfaction she's totally apparently not intent on giving out anyway, based on the movement of her hands, and he narrows his eyes and tenses against the sensation, because he doesn't want to laugh right now, thanks, that's so the wrong thing. At least it gives him a good reason to check those restraints, carefully pulling against each one in turn, not too noticeably. Sort of. ]

[ 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. ]

your disbelief of the things i say is so hurtful

yeah well

yeah /well/

super original

you're so mean

sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet

i did not think calling you mean was very sweet but i will accept this change of definitions

oh har di har

asldkf sorry sorry

uh huh

;; you never believe me

because you lieeeeeee

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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