Leave me things or request a starter ★ Slow Tagging ★ I'm bad at sexting ★ Picture Prompt Generators: m/m or f/m ★ kink list but tbh just ask ★ potential tw: underage, drugs, childhood trauma, mental illness, please warn in subject headers ★ in-game/AU continuity optional
[ It's a gutsy move. One that likely wouldn't have worked at any other time. But the taste of his lips, the run of his tongue in her mouth, that nudge of his tip against her clip has her all wound up. Driven by hormones and tingly good feelings. Paying absolutely no mind to the way he guides her arms back until it's too late. She's always been a little easy to distract this way, maybe. Easily swayed by touches and kisses and the heat in-between her legs. And she doesn't usually regret it.
It isn't the snap of cold rusted metal around her wrists but smooth leather. Still, the emotions the sudden restriction causes to flare up are of a similar vein. A visceral flare of uncertainty, of helplessness. A loss of control. Yet he's smiling, which- She isn't actually sure if that's better or worse. Rationally, Rose knows he is disassociated from then; his smile is one born of love. Enjoyment not in necessarily seeing her confined (or, at least, not the same way) but because she's here and his and - for the most part, for right now - happy.
That he asks her such a question as he's starting to slide into her is so predictably Nen, she can't actually find it in her to be surprised by it. It's the content instead that catches her off guard. A quiet whine of a sound, stifled but still undeniably pleased, escapes her first before she can answer properly. ] Not yet, [ she settles for, looking up at him carefully through her eyelashes. And it's true. The restraint isn't ultimate. A belt could easily be undone, easily slid off or out of if necessary. He isn't keeping her here in any absolute way.
Also, it's really hard to find the desire to run away when that means her chances of getting boned in this moment diminish immensely. ]
[Always happy to oblige. Which is -- funnily true actually, considering they're playing at restraints, that he always is the one who plays at restraint, outwardly more distant, more reserved, refined maybe! in a way that easily implies withholding. But he'd give her almost anything she could want, and even this farcical game is for that.
He closes his fingers around the belt looped around her waist, the white digits a sharp contrast to the dark stripes of leather, and growing whiter as they tighten. Involuntary, mostly. He's getting his dick in her and the feeling makes every muscle in his narrow body clench, bracing against the breaking tide of pleasure. He smiles against her face, vulpine but terribly mortal about it. Boys have been smiling at girls this way since the first humans walked the earth.
He rolls his hips slightly. Working himself back out half an inch, in again. Roving deeper, pulling her toward him, himself inside her. The lace splashes frilly shadows across the tops of her breasts. She's beautiful to him.]
[ Almost. There's always that caveat. Maybe the reality of the problem is that Rose just wants too much. More than any one person can give, even a god, and there's nothing wrong with that, but-
Introspection is subverted by the tandem pleasure and fleeting panic she feels at the belt's grip tightens. An actual moan sounds now at the slight roll of his hips, soft and longing. This 'game' is doing a lot more for her than she wants to admit. That doesn't stop her through from maybe wriggling against its hold subtly, wrist turning and fingers wiggling to potentially get a grip on it herself. She's not being extremely sneaky with the move but still hoping he might not notice.
Her breath flutters as he sinks deeper inside of her, followed by a fluttering of her heart at the next question. Would she? It's hard to say. She hasn't, in the past. For as vulnerable as love makes her, there are still times where she tries to fight it and hide away her insecurities and worries. For as much as Rose wants, she has a hard time giving as much in return. ]
Yes, [ she finally sighs, maybe hard to tell maybe if she's answering his question or encouraging him to continue. It's a little of both, if she's being honest. ]
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It isn't the snap of cold rusted metal around her wrists but smooth leather. Still, the emotions the sudden restriction causes to flare up are of a similar vein. A visceral flare of uncertainty, of helplessness. A loss of control. Yet he's smiling, which- She isn't actually sure if that's better or worse. Rationally, Rose knows he is disassociated from then; his smile is one born of love. Enjoyment not in necessarily seeing her confined (or, at least, not the same way) but because she's here and his and - for the most part, for right now - happy.
That he asks her such a question as he's starting to slide into her is so predictably Nen, she can't actually find it in her to be surprised by it. It's the content instead that catches her off guard. A quiet whine of a sound, stifled but still undeniably pleased, escapes her first before she can answer properly. ] Not yet, [ she settles for, looking up at him carefully through her eyelashes. And it's true. The restraint isn't ultimate. A belt could easily be undone, easily slid off or out of if necessary. He isn't keeping her here in any absolute way.
Also, it's really hard to find the desire to run away when that means her chances of getting boned in this moment diminish immensely. ]
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He closes his fingers around the belt looped around her waist, the white digits a sharp contrast to the dark stripes of leather, and growing whiter as they tighten. Involuntary, mostly. He's getting his dick in her and the feeling makes every muscle in his narrow body clench, bracing against the breaking tide of pleasure. He smiles against her face, vulpine but terribly mortal about it. Boys have been smiling at girls this way since the first humans walked the earth.
He rolls his hips slightly. Working himself back out half an inch, in again. Roving deeper, pulling her toward him, himself inside her. The lace splashes frilly shadows across the tops of her breasts. She's beautiful to him.]
Would you tell me if you did?
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Introspection is subverted by the tandem pleasure and fleeting panic she feels at the belt's grip tightens. An actual moan sounds now at the slight roll of his hips, soft and longing. This 'game' is doing a lot more for her than she wants to admit. That doesn't stop her through from maybe wriggling against its hold subtly, wrist turning and fingers wiggling to potentially get a grip on it herself. She's not being extremely sneaky with the move but still hoping he might not notice.
Her breath flutters as he sinks deeper inside of her, followed by a fluttering of her heart at the next question. Would she? It's hard to say. She hasn't, in the past. For as vulnerable as love makes her, there are still times where she tries to fight it and hide away her insecurities and worries. For as much as Rose wants, she has a hard time giving as much in return. ]
Yes, [ she finally sighs, maybe hard to tell maybe if she's answering his question or encouraging him to continue. It's a little of both, if she's being honest. ]