[ There are his lips on your lips, kissing you in a way that is deep and possessive and reassuring all in the same breath. Then your fiancee is detaching the ropes around your wrists from the headboard, turning you about and guiding you down, to where you can stretch out on the mattress.
He's moving over you again, and this time he does press the curves and angles of his body to yours. He's released your bound wrists in favor of letting both of his hands frame your face. ]
How about I help you recover so that I can go back to torturing you again?
[ The only answer you'll get from him is the way he rears up, hyper-aware as he is that he can at least approximate where you are based on the closeness of your voice and the press of your body over his.
Those hands of his are also flexing overhead, the muscles straining momentarily beneath his flesh because he's still bound, still unable to touch you even if he so badly want to. ]
Please, [ he breathes. ] Hikaru... I-I want...
[ That's a quivering plea against your mouth -- or what he has managed to reach of it given that he's pinned to the bed with the whole weight of you and still so terribly worked up that it won't take much for him to grow hard between your bodies all over again. ]
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[ There are his lips on your lips, kissing you in a way that is deep and possessive and reassuring all in the same breath. Then your fiancee is detaching the ropes around your wrists from the headboard, turning you about and guiding you down, to where you can stretch out on the mattress.
He's moving over you again, and this time he does press the curves and angles of his body to yours. He's released your bound wrists in favor of letting both of his hands frame your face. ]
How about I help you recover so that I can go back to torturing you again?
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Those hands of his are also flexing overhead, the muscles straining momentarily beneath his flesh because he's still bound, still unable to touch you even if he so badly want to. ]
Please, [ he breathes. ] Hikaru... I-I want...
[ That's a quivering plea against your mouth -- or what he has managed to reach of it given that he's pinned to the bed with the whole weight of you and still so terribly worked up that it won't take much for him to grow hard between your bodies all over again. ]
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Do be clear, love. Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to fuck you?
[ Are you actually going to take this out, or are you going to push for even higher highs than the ones you had reached with him the other night? ]