fe_male | memeboxing

[ 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. ]

[ That's fine, he's fine with that, he's totally fine with that. He's actually fine with basically everything she decides to do right now unless she stops completely - if she gets up and leaves the room, he'll be quite unhappy about it. Otherwise, totally fine. Mostly.

At that, he just looks up at her, because what else is he supposed to do? There's no movement, he can't talk - he watches her, waiting to see what she's going to do instead, when he'll be able to respond again. ]

[ Fine in certain senses, at least. And not fine in all the ways she wants him to not be fine.

She waits a long moment, nothing moving, and then slides a hand in his hair and tugs his head back to expose his throat further, to let her give it attention. Not much at first, until she's sure that his body has eased up enough to keep it out of danger. ]

[ He wants to keep watching her - it's just another measure of control and believe it or not (it's easier after you know about the cave), Tony Stark has a number of little control things now. He had a few before, but the ones he has now are more plentiful and neither more nor less arbitrary. Either way, wanting to see what someone is doing is hardly out of the ordinary, and he tilts his head obediently back until he's starting to have a hard time seeing her, and at that point he resists. He resists the tugging, he tries to stop moving, but she leans in to start her attention, and he relents the rest of the way almost immediately. It's definitely a loss of control, having someone else at your throat, trusting them - and he does, and he almost can't remember having not trusted her, even before she'd ever helped him; he had, as a Sentinel, always almost implicitly trusted her, as a Guide, not to do anything that would hurt him. It was weird, in retrospect, but even now still makes sense. ]

[ She's fairly well aware of his control things by now, and that just makes overriding them a hell of a lot more interesting for her. Especially when he lets her, in the moments that it's clear he's letting her do this entirely willingly because he wants her to. The resistance is, in its moment, quite perfect as well, but particularly the speed with which he relents. She slides her teeth across his throat, follows it up with sucking a mark onto him. It won't be visible from beneath a shirt, but she wants it there regardless, wants him to know she's leaving a visible sign of herself on him.

It's strange, having trust placed in her. It's strange and she's not entirely sure why he's okay with it, why he does that what seems to her so easily. She doesn't think she will ever entirely believe herself worthy of it, but she will spend every moment with him trying to be. Something worth living up to, for the first time in a long time. ]

[ She sucks a mark, and he does his best to keep not making sounds, even though that effort goes considerably more poorly than hers is likely to do. There's just not a whole lot of reserve left in his cumulative pool of resources to draw from, particularly after having just told her to keep going, that took more than it seemed like, he's noticing.

But it is something he wants her to do. All of this is something he wants her to do. He may not have quite realized it was what he wanted until she came into the room earlier and told him so, but it didn't take long beyond that to catch up with her. It's another weird thing - he doesn't mind following people, really. He's more or less followed people in some form or another for most of his life, just as much as he's done the forefronting. But there's few people he really likes to follow, and she happens to be one of them. ]

[ She doesn't him to have any reserves left, because those noises that are escaping are beautiful to her. She just wants more of them. She waits a moment and then moves her lips down just a bit, starts to repeat the process, sliding one hand up to lace her fingers between his for a moment as she brings her hips down to meet his for a bit.

She really likes being one of those people, and that he will just listen to her. It had been on the spur of the moment, a sudden unreasoning need for this and for him and a sureness that he would find it good too, and she's rather happy she was apparently right. Pretty sure she'll be exhausted, by the end, but very very happy. ]

[ Well, good, because he basically doesn't have any left, what with the first mark, everything else she's been doing, now this one - he all but whimpers, because the whole thing, all this feeling, all this restraint; he's fairly still but he's shifting, slightly, almost constantly now. Whether he's looking for release or just trying to vent his frustration - well, it's up in the air, but it's probably the frustration. His fingers grip hers back almost hard enough to cause pain, but he stops at the last moment, loosens them again, because he doesn't want to hurt her. That's reserved for the other way around, in this context. But hips, oh god, and maybe he said that out loud, because hips, and what is he supposed to do with hips, and he gasps a little bit, because wow, okay, and then is totally not sure beyond that, to the point where he just sort of freezes altogether. ]

[ Oh yes, that noise she especially likes. That one she'd like to get out of him again, if she can, and she bites at the mark she's made, moves down again to repeat the process once more. She grips his hand back almost as hard as he's holding hers, slides her thumb along his skin. The strength of his grip is kind of nice, both as a means of keeping her head clear and as a reminder of how affected he is right now. There's a faint smile on her face at his commentary, totally acceptable right now because it gives her a great deal, and she grinds down against him slowly again. Maybe she can get that gasp out of him again. ]

[ Well, she gets another gasp pretty easily, and this time he flexes his hand once, splaying the fingers wide and then returning to gripping hers in return. He doesn't have much range of motion and it's at least an attempt to vent things, because hips, seriously. Her head might be clear, but his is effectively anything but, muscles tensing beneath her mouth, beneath her legs, and he needs things - he needs more hips, more contact, more ability to reach her in return; it's weird being so consistently distracted without being able to return the favour, up his own odds. It's not a bad thing, but it is relatively new. ]

[ Hips are wonderful, delightful things that were made for giving pleasure. Or in this particular case, a certain mixture of pleasure and pain caused by inability to have it result in release, or to return it. And she's still more than all right with him not being able to touch her, which frankly surprises her. She's not sure why it's so effective on it's own, this arrangement, but it is. He's not going to get more hips right now, though, because she's going to pull back a little with them, remain just out of reach.

It's better to vary the approach, after all, and right now she feels like varying it by not having an approach. ]

What. [ No, what. That's not. That's so not right. That's the opposite of everything she should be doing right now, like, literally the opposite. He tries to move with her when she pulls back, hits the extent of his maneuverability and strains up towards her anyway, because the total opposite, okay. He hums out a noise of frustration when it doesn't yield anything after a few seconds, looking back up at her like he can convince her to come back with just the look on his face. ]

[ While yes, he has a very expressive and convincing face generally, if she can show the restraint necessary to do all this and not just shed her own clothes and fuck him, his face isn't going to work here. In fact, it's going to accomplish approximately the opposite of what he wants, her still hovering out of reach, watching the strain of his body with dark bright eyes, her own expression serious and calm. ]

What? [ A whisper as she leans her head down to press her lips against his just for a moment before pulling away again. ] Did you have a question?

[ Hnnnnnnnnn. Does he have a question. Can he talk yet? Because if so, he has a question. He deliberates for a few seconds, weighing his options. Then clears his throat. ] Will you please... keep going. [ It doesn't mean it's not a bit breathless and between breaths themselves. But it's there now. ]

[ She raises her eyebrows, traces patterns on the back of his hand with her thumb as she considers his question. ] That wasn't very specific. [ Her lips ghosting over the side of his face, down his neck to the hollow of his shoulder. ] Would you like me to keep not doing anything, or was there something else you wanted me to keep doing?

No, please, not doing anything. Not that. You're so far away now, please. [ Almost whispered, actually, since her head is close anyway and it feels like something that should be. He just doesn't have any other way to convince her and right now his words are failing him miserably. ]

[ She can come closer with part of her body, in response to that, nosing along the underside of his jaw and hovering a little closer, but not quite close enough to provide actual warmth or pressure beyond a tantalizing bit of it. It's not that she's not there, anymore, but she's certainly not close enough. ] Tell me what you want, then, Tony.

[ Augh it's so hard to phrase things right now. He's having a hard time just coming up with the words in his lexicon, much less pulling them out and laying them down in any particular order. ] Touch! Please, just touch me, I can cum now, tell me I can. [ Desperation begets commands, alas. ]

[ A breath of space, her body still as she remains silent until she leans in to whisper in his ear. ] No. [ Her fingers still in his squeeze and then release, trailing slowly and deliberately down his arm and then his side as she nips at his earlobe, trails kisses down against his neck. Commands aren't something she's going to answer to, and part of her is delighted at the desperation in his voice but that's not going to get him off for it. There's another way to handle getting what you want, and right now she fully intends him to learn it. ] You have to ask a lot nicer than that.

God dammit.. [ The refusal makes him stubbornly attempt not to react to her, quashing any noises he wants to make, ignoring that he wants to squirm away from her hand when it reaches ticklish areas, trying to keep his breath from sounding as uneven as it is. He might not have actually been asking with the words themselves, but everything about how he said them felt like a request, and the refusal to see it as such is immediately irritating.

But he wants, and that's a pretty hard thing to overcome as well. Two things he's remarkably stubborn about, sort of fighting against each other - it's all very complicated. ] What do you want me to say? I need - I need you to please keep.. Going, please, it's so much, and just, whatever you want, okay.

[ He's got to give her more than just the way he asks things. She waits out the stubbornness, hand tracing delicate patterns on his skin as she lets her breath warm his skin, nips at it a bit. Just waiting to see what he does next, whether his next request will be more effective.

Which it is, that's definitely on the more effective scale of things. ] Much better. [ Soft against his skin as her hand slides over and down a little more, takes a loose grasp on him. ] I want you to tell me what you want, that's all. [ 'All' might not be the right word there, given her parameters for telling her what he wants, but it is about what she wants. ]

[ Yeah he's feeling like those instructions are not entirely honest or upfront or straightforward like they sound, but he's not going to actually object to anything right now. He'd be stupid to object to anything right now. Not with the way he tries to push into her hand, or can't tell whether he liked the patterns she was tracing or whether he's annoyed that they were so light that his skin went with goosebumps again, and how everything is tense, everything. Everything is hard, from the way he's holding his hands to the obvious, tense from his thighs to his chest and how it shifts as he moderates his breathing and even his nipples are hard, and there is not a single way to use the word 'nipple' that doesn't make me act like a twelve year old while I type it out. ]

That's all. I want your hand to move, will you please move your hand, can I kiss you again, I'd really, I really want to do that.

[ She's letting her eyes drift across him, size him up. The arch of his body and the strain throughout it, the way his skin is shifting and the look in his eyes. She wants to be able to catalogue this all for herself, to be able to remember it. And she will - her memory may not be perfect but it's very good, and this isn't the sort of thing to forget easily. ]

Since you asked so nicely. [ Her hand does firm up it's grip, provides a little bit of pressure and movement even as she slides back up to his mouth to kiss him, heavy and hard, pushing him back against the pillow. The fact that she knows his mouth quite well isn't stopping her from exploring it as if she never has. ]

[ That helpfully means he doesn't have to talk again for a while, and he's totally okay with that. He groans into her kiss, shifting beneath her even as he's pushed into the pillow, and at this rate he's going to need permission soon, there's only so long one can try and delay things even if they're actually putting quite a lot of effort into it. He doesn't care, she can drink him in all she wants to, objectify away okay, just let him finish eventually. ]

[ Eventually. There's only so good a handjob you can give while you're kissing someone, though, and she'd like to put a little more technique into any sort of endgame. So she keeps her hand light until she pulls back and watches him, licking her lips. It also doesn't help that kissing him helps waken fires she wants to bank for herself right now. A little was very nice, but she needs to not do that for right now. ]

Do you want permission? [ Quiet, seriously, her hand stilling. ]

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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