[ There's a long pause, her hands keeping up a steady circling of his thighs, sliding up and down - closer and then drifting away, closer still and drifting away again. She knows to a certain extent what it is that she wants, but putting it into words is a different matter.
After a long moment she moves back upwards, situated so she can press down against his hips, provide a steady constant pressure though not moving aside from that. She brushes her lips against his, against his pulse, just behind his ear so he can feel her talking as well as hear it. ] Beg me. Show me just how much you want this.
[ Her movements coax little sounds out of his without his consent. Just tiny ones, from the back of his throat, from the teasing.
But then she moves, and she's not teasing, not completely, even if he does groan at the constant pressure. He is still, still, as she moves, all of his effort coming into control, as the tremor in his torso, legs, and arms, will attest. And she's so close to him, and talking, and ---
He knew it was coming but that doesn't help fight the instinctive 'fu no' that swells up inside him at the thought. Some aspect of that must have manifested physically - he suddenly froze entirely, not breathing, then two moments later, resumed his previous state, almost faster. More desperate. ]
[ She doesn't even realize she's straining to hear those noises until they pause when she moves again, and she files them away as something she would love to hear again sometime.
And that she was more or less expecting as the answer, knew that she hadn't pushed quite far enough yet. But now it's out there, in the air between, in the space she immediately gives him as she lifts herself away, reaches just one hand down to run two fingers around the edges of the metal confining him and then up and down, before she brings her hand back up and carefully and deliberately sucks her fingers clean, still watching him steadily. ]
I know you don't. [ Lightly, eyes never leaving his as she reaches down to trace his mouth with her fingers. But he will, if she has any say in it. And she has most of the say in it, right now, so there's a sureness to her gaze. ] Just let me know when you do.
[ She moves away what feels like immediately after he's spoken, like he's disappointed her somehow, and he shifts again, feeling the shame of disappointment, red on his neck mixing with the flush on his chest that appeared when he started to feel particularly close to finishing, even if he hasn't done so yet, still.
He heat is missed immediately, soft goosebumps breaking out where she's now missing from him, and he watches the show she puts on just afterward - because that has to be a show - and can't help the twitch it sends to his cock regardless, watching her suck her fingers clean. He's even less held together now than he was ten seconds ago, visibly so, breathing mostly through his mouth, eyes almost wide and pupils dark enough to blot out the iris all but entirely. His body is all but vibrating with the effort to remain still, or maybe it would be doing that anyway, who knows. But denying her what she wants and seeing that she is still yet willing to wait for it was more detrimental to his own control than would have been expected. ]
O-Okay. [ Breathe, Tony. Breathe. ] What are y-you doing now?
[ It's definitely a show, put on specifically to watch his reactions, and he doesn't disappoint in the least. Her hand drifts to his neck, curls so that she can brush it with the back of her knuckles. She's not entirely sure why he's turning red, but suspects it's a matter of a result of trying to maintain control.
God, the effort she can feel him putting into trying to stay still is spiking her arousal, but she blinks, lets it show only in the expression in her eyes as she keeps herself still above him. ] Waiting.
[ Silence for a little bit. ] Remembering how it feels when you're inside me. How you feel. How many places on your body are sensitive. [ Her fingers drift again, tapping a rhythm onto his skin, touching spots that she knows are sensitive. One of the sequences he'd showed her when she'd complained that the Fibonacci got boring. ]
maaaaaaaaan some of my tags seem weird at night. /squint
[ Fuck how does she make not-touching worse than touching, every time. That doesn't even seem fair. He closes his eyes, squeezed shut for a few seconds and then just shut normally, because the look on her face isn't helping at all, and watching her remain so calm is on roughly the same level entirely.
Which does mean the tapping takes him a little more off guard, but it's not a very large difference either way by this point. She knows the right places to touch, and all of them are on high alert right now and thus more sensitive than she'd probably expect, and it doesn't take that long before he's shifting more than he's staying still in reaction. ] Wait, stop.
[ 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?
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After a long moment she moves back upwards, situated so she can press down against his hips, provide a steady constant pressure though not moving aside from that. She brushes her lips against his, against his pulse, just behind his ear so he can feel her talking as well as hear it. ] Beg me. Show me just how much you want this.
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But then she moves, and she's not teasing, not completely, even if he does groan at the constant pressure. He is still, still, as she moves, all of his effort coming into control, as the tremor in his torso, legs, and arms, will attest. And she's so close to him, and talking, and ---
He knew it was coming but that doesn't help fight the instinctive 'fu no' that swells up inside him at the thought. Some aspect of that must have manifested physically - he suddenly froze entirely, not breathing, then two moments later, resumed his previous state, almost faster. More desperate. ]
I don't feel like it just yet.
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And that she was more or less expecting as the answer, knew that she hadn't pushed quite far enough yet. But now it's out there, in the air between, in the space she immediately gives him as she lifts herself away, reaches just one hand down to run two fingers around the edges of the metal confining him and then up and down, before she brings her hand back up and carefully and deliberately sucks her fingers clean, still watching him steadily. ]
I know you don't. [ Lightly, eyes never leaving his as she reaches down to trace his mouth with her fingers. But he will, if she has any say in it. And she has most of the say in it, right now, so there's a sureness to her gaze. ] Just let me know when you do.
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He heat is missed immediately, soft goosebumps breaking out where she's now missing from him, and he watches the show she puts on just afterward - because that has to be a show - and can't help the twitch it sends to his cock regardless, watching her suck her fingers clean. He's even less held together now than he was ten seconds ago, visibly so, breathing mostly through his mouth, eyes almost wide and pupils dark enough to blot out the iris all but entirely. His body is all but vibrating with the effort to remain still, or maybe it would be doing that anyway, who knows. But denying her what she wants and seeing that she is still yet willing to wait for it was more detrimental to his own control than would have been expected. ]
O-Okay. [ Breathe, Tony. Breathe. ] What are y-you doing now?
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God, the effort she can feel him putting into trying to stay still is spiking her arousal, but she blinks, lets it show only in the expression in her eyes as she keeps herself still above him. ] Waiting.
[ Silence for a little bit. ] Remembering how it feels when you're inside me. How you feel. How many places on your body are sensitive. [ Her fingers drift again, tapping a rhythm onto his skin, touching spots that she knows are sensitive. One of the sequences he'd showed her when she'd complained that the Fibonacci got boring. ]
maaaaaaaaan some of my tags seem weird at night. /squint
Which does mean the tapping takes him a little more off guard, but it's not a very large difference either way by this point. She knows the right places to touch, and all of them are on high alert right now and thus more sensitive than she'd probably expect, and it doesn't take that long before he's shifting more than he's staying still in reaction. ] Wait, stop.
/chinhands
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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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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