[ 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.
idk why it's nipple but that word is really hard to write w/o becoming a twelve year old yes
[ 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. ]
idk why nipple is /that word/ that's hard to write w/o being a 12 year old
[ 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. ]
Ohhhh, yeah man idk. but every single time. nipple.
[ Yeah, well, right now he thinks everything she's doing is flawless. Everything she's doing is amazing, okay, and no one will convince him otherwise until she stops.
When she stops kissing and pulls back, he pauses, breath-getting, slowly opening his eyes again, looking over at her and reflexively licking his lips as well. It takes him a minute to answer. ] I'm, I can't. Much longer. What do you need?
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maybe i'll just start saying that to you randomly. also idk does it have great keywords?
[ Well, then, she'd rather not stop if that's how he's going to feel so long as she's going. But she thinks even once she stops the looking back will continue to think she did a fairly good job here. At least, she sincerely hopes so, because she wouldn't mind it happening again.
And that question makes her pause a little, though she plays it off as on purpose, a finger sliding across the tip of him slowly and carefully. What is it precisely that she wants right now? She's not sure how to articulate it into words, and she's not sure that she hasn't already gotten it from him so far. ] I need you to ask for it. [ Carefully, deliberately. ] I need you to tell me why you want me to give you permission.
fantastic, yes, it will never be safe to look at email at work. and all my keywords are great
[ Well, if she stops prematurely. He'd be sad if she stopped prematurely. Stopping after everything's finished is probably still going to be okay, much like continuing before.
Her movement elicits another stifled sound, and really, doing that while he's trying to listen to whatever she's about to say. That's not particularly nice. Except where it's very nice, so don't take this as a complaint at all.
For all the distraction though, he does hear her, and the pause before he replies is just as much about putting the physical aspect of words together as it is figuring out how he wants to say it in the first place. ] You don't give me anything I don't need. [ Complete sentences, okay. ] If you don't tell me, I probably don't need it, even if I think I do. Really do.
i'm totally going to tag you specifically while you're at work just so i can work that in
[ Still stifling his noises, and that she would like to have done away with completely, but she's pretty sure he won't be stifling them any more in a minute. She can wait just a little bit more for that.
And that is an interesting way for him to put it. She breathes in and out, intent on him, and then nods seriously. ] You have my permission to come. [ Simple, calm. It doesn't need any embellishments. She brushes her lips against his, and then moves down his body a little, into a position that makes it easier to put more technique into the movement of her hand, more purpose into how she looks to find nerves she knows are particularly sensitive for him. ]
[ It applied to more than just this current situation. Who would have thought all of this was all it took to wring real honesty out of him?
But he watches her carefully in return, waiting to see how his answer will be received, unsure if she even registered it at all for a few moments, mind foggy with the static of near-sensory-overload but not quite yet, no. Not quite, and she's remarkably good at keeping him in that narrow, hazy area between the two states, he's almost not sure what to make of it.
And then she gives it to him, and a breath he hadn't realized he was holding escapes him all at once, a little ragged and a little voiced, but nothing to a degree that can be described. And then, as though it were necessary, she seems to work even harder to elicit just that out of him, and he'd thought that the cuff would need to be taken off before he could - in the past it had been by this point anyway - but no, apparently not the case, and it doesn't take long for him to finally, finally topple over, hard and not at all sudden, completely not stifled because he hasn't the reserves or the energy left to bother. His shields fall, as does he, feeling like he's slowly sinking into the mattress after he manages to remember he's on one. ]
yes well that's been established i am definitely rude
[ Later, she'll probably consider that statement more thoroughly, because she can tell there was more to it than just this moment.
For right this moment, though, she's concentrating on him and how he feels, how much it will take to tip him over the edge. Not much, but she knew that, knew that even with the cuff he was in a close enough state that it wouldn't be long at all before he came. Her research on the matter indicated that it could make an orgasm more intense, and she keeps her hand moving, presses her lips to his throat to help drag every last sensation out of this for him that she can until he sinks back into the mattress.
There's a long moment of silence as she takes her hands away and sits up enough to look at him, her own breathing not entirely even as she takes in everything about how he looks right now, the expression on his face, the feeling of his mind totally open to her and that's - that's really good, right there, she likes that a lot. Quietly she reaches back for the key to the cuff, unlocks that and rolls off the bed to place it on the table and retrieve the key for the cuffs, still mentally in touch with him and watching him the whole time, drinking in everything of what she's done to him. ]
[ He is so not paying attention to her for a little while, even if he does barely register her actions because everything is hyper-sensitive now - not to an abnormal degree, it's nothing to do with his senses, but everything to do with how long he was on the edge before falling over. There's something like a short hum in the back of his throat when she removes the cuff, but he otherwise doesn't move very much, muscles still relaxing and breathing deeply but levelling out. His hands had been clenched but are now falling to loose fists, and sometime while she's off the bed, he finally opens his eyes again and slowly starts tracking her movements. ]
and i always try to live up to expectations (nipple)
[ She moves back quickly, damp washcloth in hand, unlocking his ankles first before she moves up to his wrists, releasing them. Before anything else she checks them over, runs her fingers carefully over his wrist and rubs them each a little bit. He'd been pulling pretty damned hard at some points. ]
How are you? [ Quiet, soft, leaning over him as she uses the washcloth to wipe down his chest and stomach and legs carefully. ]
[ He's still basically just not moving; wherever she leaves his legs after removing the cuffs is where they stay for now, and the same for his hands after she removes those as well and finishes examining his wrists. He sort of watches her do that as well, through half-lidded eyes, but when she leans over to clean him off, he lets them slide shut entirely. It's a nice feeling, the washcloth gently rolling across nerves that are crackling with extra juice. It's like an all-over-buzz of low electricity within his skin, and he's not sure he'd know how to describe it even if he were capable of doing that right now anyway.
Her question makes him look up at her again though. ] Can't you tell? [ Mumbled, but not because of any obstructions. Just because finding his voice is, as stated, a process slowly taking place. ]
Mm. [ It's a noncommittal noise as she looks down at him, a soft smile on her face as she finishes wiping him clean and tosses the washcloth aside, hand resting on his shoulder as she gives him a once over, looks to see what else she should be sure is taken care of. ] I can. I'd just rather ask. [ It's better somehow, to hear it from him instead of getting the gist of it from his mind. Or rather, it's better to hear it when she can also get the confirmation from his mind. ]
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It's better to vary the approach, after all, and right now she feels like varying it by not having an approach. ]
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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?
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
idk why it's nipple but that word is really hard to write w/o becoming a twelve year old yes
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. ]
you dk why what's nipple
idk why nipple is /that word/ that's hard to write w/o being a 12 year old
Do you want permission? [ Quiet, seriously, her hand stilling. ]
Ohhhh, yeah man idk. but every single time. nipple.
When she stops kissing and pulls back, he pauses, breath-getting, slowly opening his eyes again, looking over at her and reflexively licking his lips as well. It takes him a minute to answer. ] I'm, I can't. Much longer. What do you need?
maybe i'll just start saying that to you randomly. also idk does it have great keywords?
And that question makes her pause a little, though she plays it off as on purpose, a finger sliding across the tip of him slowly and carefully. What is it precisely that she wants right now? She's not sure how to articulate it into words, and she's not sure that she hasn't already gotten it from him so far. ] I need you to ask for it. [ Carefully, deliberately. ] I need you to tell me why you want me to give you permission.
fantastic, yes, it will never be safe to look at email at work. and all my keywords are great
Her movement elicits another stifled sound, and really, doing that while he's trying to listen to whatever she's about to say. That's not particularly nice. Except where it's very nice, so don't take this as a complaint at all.
For all the distraction though, he does hear her, and the pause before he replies is just as much about putting the physical aspect of words together as it is figuring out how he wants to say it in the first place. ] You don't give me anything I don't need. [ Complete sentences, okay. ] If you don't tell me, I probably don't need it, even if I think I do. Really do.
i'm totally going to tag you specifically while you're at work just so i can work that in
And that is an interesting way for him to put it. She breathes in and out, intent on him, and then nods seriously. ] You have my permission to come. [ Simple, calm. It doesn't need any embellishments. She brushes her lips against his, and then moves down his body a little, into a position that makes it easier to put more technique into the movement of her hand, more purpose into how she looks to find nerves she knows are particularly sensitive for him. ]
wow r00d
But he watches her carefully in return, waiting to see how his answer will be received, unsure if she even registered it at all for a few moments, mind foggy with the static of near-sensory-overload but not quite yet, no. Not quite, and she's remarkably good at keeping him in that narrow, hazy area between the two states, he's almost not sure what to make of it.
And then she gives it to him, and a breath he hadn't realized he was holding escapes him all at once, a little ragged and a little voiced, but nothing to a degree that can be described. And then, as though it were necessary, she seems to work even harder to elicit just that out of him, and he'd thought that the cuff would need to be taken off before he could - in the past it had been by this point anyway - but no, apparently not the case, and it doesn't take long for him to finally, finally topple over, hard and not at all sudden, completely not stifled because he hasn't the reserves or the energy left to bother. His shields fall, as does he, feeling like he's slowly sinking into the mattress after he manages to remember he's on one. ]
yes well that's been established i am definitely rude
For right this moment, though, she's concentrating on him and how he feels, how much it will take to tip him over the edge. Not much, but she knew that, knew that even with the cuff he was in a close enough state that it wouldn't be long at all before he came. Her research on the matter indicated that it could make an orgasm more intense, and she keeps her hand moving, presses her lips to his throat to help drag every last sensation out of this for him that she can until he sinks back into the mattress.
There's a long moment of silence as she takes her hands away and sits up enough to look at him, her own breathing not entirely even as she takes in everything about how he looks right now, the expression on his face, the feeling of his mind totally open to her and that's - that's really good, right there, she likes that a lot. Quietly she reaches back for the key to the cuff, unlocks that and rolls off the bed to place it on the table and retrieve the key for the cuffs, still mentally in touch with him and watching him the whole time, drinking in everything of what she's done to him. ]
yes i believe it has
and i always try to live up to expectations (nipple)
How are you? [ Quiet, soft, leaning over him as she uses the washcloth to wipe down his chest and stomach and legs carefully. ]
seriously i grin every time i see it
Her question makes him look up at her again though. ] Can't you tell? [ Mumbled, but not because of any obstructions. Just because finding his voice is, as stated, a process slowly taking place. ]
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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