[ That was approximately what she was thinking, too, when she kissed him, because right now it's best to keep things simple and free of complications.
Even if some complications are pretty understandable. Regardless of that, she thinks this kiss is pretty important. She's showing him as much care as she can with it, as much effort towards understanding and being there for him in any way he needs as possible. As much as one can show it with a kiss, she's trying to provide him tangible proof that she doesn't intend to go anywhere. Not now, and not ever until he wants her to.
There's a long moment after he has to pull away for air where she's just watching him, silent and heavy and one hand curled around the back of his neck where she'd reached it for cementing purposes. What now? She's not entirely sure, just yet, but she knows that this next part is perhaps just as important as the actual telling. If she treads it wrong all the progress she just made could go away, and she can't have that again. So she watches him for a little bit, dark eyes searching for something in his face and in the meantime leaving her clear and open for his search for any lack of truth.
And then she dips her head and presses her lips against the side of his neck, warm and soft, breathes out against the skin as she moves a little away before moving downwards a little bit, planting a trail of kisses down his neck around to the hollow of his throat. ] I'm so happy I met you. [ She's just going to keep telling him this for a little bit, probably, leave it printed clear in her mind open to his if he wants it. ]
[ He predictably doesn't find anything even close to falsehood on her face. Which he's happy about, he's good with not finding any of that. Honestly, he's not really sure why he was looking. It wasn't something he was hoping for, wasn't something he expected to be there - he just has to look. Tony Stark can't not look once he's thought of something. He can't not come into contact with it, can't resist the urge to poke and observe and learn and prod.
At least they can look for the secrets in the other's face together. His own isn't as studiously impassive as hers is right now, isn't half as earnest. There's a bit of worry, a lot of uncertainty, some happiness, and a little bit left for various mixed emotions flitting around in the meantime.
And he hasn't quite got his breath back by the time she does that, leans in to kiss his neck, but it's a fair amount so far and it's not like he has anything better to do right now, anything to use it for. She hasn't put the gag back on - he's not sure if she will or not, given that it apparently had a particular purpose - but he doesn't really feel like talking anyway. Most of the things he thinks of in response to her words are counter-productive, contradict the point she's trying to make and he's struggling to accept. His throat feels tight anyway, still, and it's just so much easier to turn his head a little so it's easier for her, tilt it back when she moves in that direction too. That doesn't mean it's impossible to talk - it's almost impossible for him not to talk, actually - but he's not nearly as verbose as he normally would be. But for the moment, quiet, keeping his mind to himself because that was still a lot, he's pretty convinced she wasn't lying, doesn't really need to feel it again so quickly. ] It's mutual.
[ She doesn't know what specifically she was looking for on his face, but she knows that what she finds isn't a bad thing. She just switched around something he'd apparently been believing very very firmly in, changed it all up on him and he hasn't had a lot of time yet to settle with what's left. There will be time.
The gag might go back on in a minute, she's not sure yet. For the moment she wouldn't mind hearing his voice a little bit, just in reassurance and certainty, but she's also not sure it's actually a good idea to let him start talking too much. So it will depend a great deal on how he acts in the next few minutes as to whether she leaves it off or puts it back on.
And in the meantime she's going to settle her mouth here by his collarbone, work at setting her mark into his skin because she is his and he is hers and she wants to leave a visible notice of that on his skin, wants him to feel it when he shifts and think of her. That movement of his head to make it easier on her is appreciated as well, makes his neck easier to work with, leaves her hands free to slide down his sides and back up. ]
That's potentially a pretty good idea, because even though he knows he shouldn't be talking, doesn't really feel like talking, if there's too much silence? He's just going to have to fill it in. Like a compulsion. Tony is an impulsive person with certain compulsions, and one of them is against silence.
Even when her mouth is doing these things. Things to his clavicles and then his neck, and her hands down his sides and back - and that's borderline ticklish so he tenses for two reasons and it's nice, and it feels great, but that even more just means... ] I mean, I'm glad I met you, not that I'm also glad you met - that's the same thing. You know.
I know. [ Soft against his skin, and one hand reaches up to press a finger against his lips for a moment. Shhh. ] No talking unless I say so. [ She'll see how long that lasts (bets are all on not very long at all), and then she's going to gag him again because they're past the serious conversation part and he doesn't need to tell her any response to it, not really. All she needed was him to believe her.
She'd been hovering the whole time she talked to him, so it's almost a relief to lower herself, press her body against his and run her hands down and around to his lower back, pushing him up just a little bit against her hips. And that also feels good, and she's not entirely sure what she wants to do right now but she knows she wants it to be with him. ]
[ Yeah, he sort of hums a slight protest to that, but doesn't say anything. It's not even something he's particularly opposed to - he's pretty okay with not talking right now actually - but it's not something that ever comes easily to him, and especially won't be so right now. It's usually a problem because he has too many thoughts, too many ideas and things to say and not enough space to keep them all sorted, to process them as quickly as he wants to, and lacks the concrete impulse control to let them take the extra time. Saying them aloud lets a verbal process also take place, slots things into place easier, and vents some of those extraneous thoughts. That and he just likes talking. He's good at talking. Not talking, when he's got as many things to think about as he does right now, it helps and it hinders, and he suspects that's usually the point. It makes him focus on what she's doing, forces thoughts to reorganize themselves accordingly.
Like that. Just like that, where she comes down to meet him and half his thoughts just vacate the premises, because she'd been so close but not actually touching him, not more than a little bit, and he hadn't realized how much he was waiting for her to do that. He shifts up a little bit when she moves her hands, realizes after she pushes that that was the point of that, the closeness and the pressure, and then he's not sure whether to relax back or lift up higher. There are a lot of things he's not sure of right now, actually, which is a new thing for him, sort of, but at the moment he's okay with letting her show him what he should be knowing, what he should be paying attention to. ]
[ And she's okay with guiding him, right now, with letting him take his cues from her for the moment, because she thinks it might help somewhat. Might ground him a little bit, give him something to focus on and work with that will help clear out some of the thoughts and doubts she strongly suspects he's having. If he can concentrate on something else long enough to let the belief of what she'd said sink in, maybe it will work. Maybe, maybe.
So she slides her hands up, runs them over his shoulders and arms a little bit as she grinds against him, looking up enough that they can see each other's faces, that she can see what he looks like and smile at him in reassurance. There's a stillness there for a moment, and then she leans down again to press her mouth to his skin, start to move downwards a little bit, towards the skin around the reactor first and the sensitivities hidden around it. ]
[ It's a process, staying quiet, but moreover staying receptive. He takes a deeper breath in as her hands slide up his body and over his arms, a little unsteady for the pressure in the grind elsewhere, lets it back out even more unevenly but a little faster. He doesn't look as worried as he might have a couple minutes ago - if he did - but he's still definitely processing. That's going to be a process for a while.
But as ever, particularly when he's not talking, he's watching her carefully, observing the little and more obvious movements. It's not out of distrust, just because he likes to, likes trying to anticipate what's coming, likes having something to concentrate on, at least a little bit. Where his lips had been pressed together before, because she said not to talk and he's working on it, they part with a quick inhale as she starts to uncover those sensitivities she was looking for. ]
[ She can feel his eyes on her. It's good, in it's way, because she generally finds it rather flattering when he's watching her. It speaks to his liking of her, and of her form, and she's got a little bit of a vain streak on occasion. Besides which it's just gratifying to have his attention so focused, to be able to accomplish that.
She's putting a fair amount of effort into manipulating his sensitivities, moving back up to his pulse here and there, the aim of her mouth drifting a bit lower a few times. Whatever her future plans are, for the moment her goal seems to be simply getting him thoroughly aroused in every way she can, hands moving down to slide slowly up and down his thighs. ]
[ It does take an awful lot of doing to capture his attention so distinctly and completely. She probably ought to take some measure of satisfaction or pride from the ability to do it almost whenever she wants.
She's doing a pretty damn fine job of it, all things considered. She occasionally hits a spot more sensitive than another and not talking just means he has more time to try not to make noises and fail, little ones that are clearly escaping despite the effort to prevent them. He shifts his hips a little bit, arousal gradually becoming more obvious with the movement of her hands and the attention from her mouth. ]
[ She totally does take more than a little satisfaction and pride from that particular achievement, no worries. It's not something everyone can do, and she's well aware of that.
God, those noises are so good. She loves them, the smallness of them that means he's trying to hold them back and can't, the shift of him against her. There's no pause from her, shifting herself further down so that she's kneeling between his legs, mouth on the skin of his stomach as she follows the path of his muscles further down. ]
[ Those noises are just going to get more frequent, as she shifts lower, because he can't really help himself. He was all worked up initially and then got really angry and then really anxious and confused and sort of sad and now he's sort of really worked up again and it's just been a lot of feelings, okay. But the noises are sounding closer and closer to words, or at least sentences, even if they're still technically neither. He's not saying anything, he's just not saying anything in a way that sounds like he's saying something. He just really likes blow jobs, okay, and it seems like that's what she's about to do, at least a little bit, maybe, and either way she's near to a part of his anatomy that's getting quite excited again, following his twitching muscles down. He's trying to listen to her, really, he is. He's working on it. ]
[ She glances up at him at one of those noises that sounds more and more like words, gives him a look that's somewhere between reproving and slightly amused before she lets her hands slide up his thighs and just rest there right where his legs meet his torso, moves her mouth further down until she can slide it around him, tongue at work as she starts out slow and small, just moving slowly up and down the top few inches of his cock. ]
[ Yeah that's not going to last long at all. He gets much quieter at that look, but she was right in her estimations in regards to how long he could go without saying anything. Actually she probably accelerated them - and knows she did - with this course of action, but it's not like he cares whatsoever. ] Ahh, fuck. Wait, shit, no. I'm not- [ Talking. Who's talking? He's not talking, he's biting his lips and looking up at the ceiling. He's totally not talking. ]
[ God, she loves that. She loves the rasp to his voice and every tension in his body right now, even if he's totally talking and she told him not to and now she has to stop, take her mouth off of him, hands spread out on either side of his hips as she looks up at him. ] Tony. [ Soft but firm. One warning, that's all he gets here. Even if she loved the self correction, the way he's not watching. She wants to make him watch, waits until he's looking down at her to take him back in her mouth. ]
[ It takes a few seconds, because he's busy looking vaguely guilty at the ceiling. He let out the rest of a frustrated breath when she moved away from him, tensed his arms against the restraints because dammit that was all on him and he's more or less giving in to this part of their interaction now because it means he can put off processing the first part for that much longer.
But she doesn't say anything else, and he can feel her watching him, so he carefully looks back down at her, makes eye contact and wow he can already tell that's what she was waiting on from the look on her face, that's not even fair. She moves back down and starts again and he has to watch, not just because she's basically making him but just because the sight of it is something that needs to be watched, even if it draws a slightly higher hum from the back of his throat in the process. ]
[ 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. ]
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Even if some complications are pretty understandable. Regardless of that, she thinks this kiss is pretty important. She's showing him as much care as she can with it, as much effort towards understanding and being there for him in any way he needs as possible. As much as one can show it with a kiss, she's trying to provide him tangible proof that she doesn't intend to go anywhere. Not now, and not ever until he wants her to.
There's a long moment after he has to pull away for air where she's just watching him, silent and heavy and one hand curled around the back of his neck where she'd reached it for cementing purposes. What now? She's not entirely sure, just yet, but she knows that this next part is perhaps just as important as the actual telling. If she treads it wrong all the progress she just made could go away, and she can't have that again. So she watches him for a little bit, dark eyes searching for something in his face and in the meantime leaving her clear and open for his search for any lack of truth.
And then she dips her head and presses her lips against the side of his neck, warm and soft, breathes out against the skin as she moves a little away before moving downwards a little bit, planting a trail of kisses down his neck around to the hollow of his throat. ] I'm so happy I met you. [ She's just going to keep telling him this for a little bit, probably, leave it printed clear in her mind open to his if he wants it. ]
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At least they can look for the secrets in the other's face together. His own isn't as studiously impassive as hers is right now, isn't half as earnest. There's a bit of worry, a lot of uncertainty, some happiness, and a little bit left for various mixed emotions flitting around in the meantime.
And he hasn't quite got his breath back by the time she does that, leans in to kiss his neck, but it's a fair amount so far and it's not like he has anything better to do right now, anything to use it for. She hasn't put the gag back on - he's not sure if she will or not, given that it apparently had a particular purpose - but he doesn't really feel like talking anyway. Most of the things he thinks of in response to her words are counter-productive, contradict the point she's trying to make and he's struggling to accept. His throat feels tight anyway, still, and it's just so much easier to turn his head a little so it's easier for her, tilt it back when she moves in that direction too. That doesn't mean it's impossible to talk - it's almost impossible for him not to talk, actually - but he's not nearly as verbose as he normally would be. But for the moment, quiet, keeping his mind to himself because that was still a lot, he's pretty convinced she wasn't lying, doesn't really need to feel it again so quickly. ] It's mutual.
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The gag might go back on in a minute, she's not sure yet. For the moment she wouldn't mind hearing his voice a little bit, just in reassurance and certainty, but she's also not sure it's actually a good idea to let him start talking too much. So it will depend a great deal on how he acts in the next few minutes as to whether she leaves it off or puts it back on.
And in the meantime she's going to settle her mouth here by his collarbone, work at setting her mark into his skin because she is his and he is hers and she wants to leave a visible notice of that on his skin, wants him to feel it when he shifts and think of her. That movement of his head to make it easier on her is appreciated as well, makes his neck easier to work with, leaves her hands free to slide down his sides and back up. ]
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That's potentially a pretty good idea, because even though he knows he shouldn't be talking, doesn't really feel like talking, if there's too much silence? He's just going to have to fill it in. Like a compulsion. Tony is an impulsive person with certain compulsions, and one of them is against silence.
Even when her mouth is doing these things. Things to his clavicles and then his neck, and her hands down his sides and back - and that's borderline ticklish so he tenses for two reasons and it's nice, and it feels great, but that even more just means... ] I mean, I'm glad I met you, not that I'm also glad you met - that's the same thing. You know.
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She'd been hovering the whole time she talked to him, so it's almost a relief to lower herself, press her body against his and run her hands down and around to his lower back, pushing him up just a little bit against her hips. And that also feels good, and she's not entirely sure what she wants to do right now but she knows she wants it to be with him. ]
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Like that. Just like that, where she comes down to meet him and half his thoughts just vacate the premises, because she'd been so close but not actually touching him, not more than a little bit, and he hadn't realized how much he was waiting for her to do that. He shifts up a little bit when she moves her hands, realizes after she pushes that that was the point of that, the closeness and the pressure, and then he's not sure whether to relax back or lift up higher. There are a lot of things he's not sure of right now, actually, which is a new thing for him, sort of, but at the moment he's okay with letting her show him what he should be knowing, what he should be paying attention to. ]
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So she slides her hands up, runs them over his shoulders and arms a little bit as she grinds against him, looking up enough that they can see each other's faces, that she can see what he looks like and smile at him in reassurance. There's a stillness there for a moment, and then she leans down again to press her mouth to his skin, start to move downwards a little bit, towards the skin around the reactor first and the sensitivities hidden around it. ]
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But as ever, particularly when he's not talking, he's watching her carefully, observing the little and more obvious movements. It's not out of distrust, just because he likes to, likes trying to anticipate what's coming, likes having something to concentrate on, at least a little bit. Where his lips had been pressed together before, because she said not to talk and he's working on it, they part with a quick inhale as she starts to uncover those sensitivities she was looking for. ]
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She's putting a fair amount of effort into manipulating his sensitivities, moving back up to his pulse here and there, the aim of her mouth drifting a bit lower a few times. Whatever her future plans are, for the moment her goal seems to be simply getting him thoroughly aroused in every way she can, hands moving down to slide slowly up and down his thighs. ]
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She's doing a pretty damn fine job of it, all things considered. She occasionally hits a spot more sensitive than another and not talking just means he has more time to try not to make noises and fail, little ones that are clearly escaping despite the effort to prevent them. He shifts his hips a little bit, arousal gradually becoming more obvious with the movement of her hands and the attention from her mouth. ]
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God, those noises are so good. She loves them, the smallness of them that means he's trying to hold them back and can't, the shift of him against her. There's no pause from her, shifting herself further down so that she's kneeling between his legs, mouth on the skin of his stomach as she follows the path of his muscles further down. ]
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But she doesn't say anything else, and he can feel her watching him, so he carefully looks back down at her, makes eye contact and wow he can already tell that's what she was waiting on from the look on her face, that's not even fair. She moves back down and starts again and he has to watch, not just because she's basically making him but just because the sight of it is something that needs to be watched, even if it draws a slightly higher hum from the back of his throat in the process. ]
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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
yes basically
and oh boy did gary make up for it
he knew his job and he fulfilled it with great intent
and ENTHUSIASM
so much enthusiasm oh my god
slightly frightening enthusiasm, actually. also the rest after workkk
look he had to make up for everyone else's lack of enthusiasm
had to go back several comments to see whose enthusiasm we were even talking about
lmao me too
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