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
[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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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. ]