icarusalsoflew | 003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[It turns out there is a way to laugh triumphantly with a ballgag on, which is exactly what Mae does. See, she knew Josh would be on her side here; permanent frown lines worrying over his fiancé, as she'd implied.

But the next implication makes a rush of heat move through her, and she lets out a little sound against the ball, about as subtle as the one she almost misses from Hikaru.]

I've half a mind to make sure you're both tied up.

[ Drawing you up against him now, hands wandering over your skin and down again your back and your front simultaneously. ]

Could be fun.

[ Don't worry, Mae. He hasn't forgotten about you. How could he, when you're making such delicious sounds from that bed. He's slowly but surely backing both himself and Hikaru towards where you are, even if his mouth and hands are busily working his boy up. ]

[ And he's only too happy to lead you take lead. In fact, he's helping you by hitching himself up, wrapping his legs around your torso with the full confidence that you'll catch him. He's come to enjoy this sort of position, because it means that he gets to partake of those rare occasions where he gets to look down on you.

Balancing himself with one arm slung over your shoulder and the other snaking its hand behind your head. Kissing you now, fierce and hungry and demanding, with tongue. ]

That's a novel idea.

[ Your two favorite people, wrapped up to your liking and ready for the taking? He could get behind that, especially since you do know how to treat your lovers right. ]

[Correction: no. Because one third of this equation is a squirming mess and there was conversation about her doing the tying up -- which she likes -- and conversation about her continuing to be tied up, as well as Hikaru -- which she's just not that sure about right now -- and a good considerate lover wouldn't be talking like Mae's not in the room. Gagged.

And does she protest with a groan against the ballgag? Yes. Yes, she does, because it wasn't in the plan to be well-behaved forever.

They're moving, and it's getting more complicated for her to keep track of them from this position; her head falls back against the pillow stacked high under it for comfort, another groan because they're both as gorgeous as they are frustrating.]

[ He does catch Hikaru, lets his boy feast on his mouth up until he sits down and lies back with the top of his head just inches from Mae's beautiful cunt.

Looking up now and smiling because that is a wonderful sight, thank you; and then he's reaching up and running his hand along the inside of Mae's thigh moving closer and closer to where he can trace where she's wet and waiting. ]

Sweetheart, you smell so good right now. I could eat you all up.

[ See? He didn't forget about you at all. ]

All this talk of tying up is great, but I've been thinking about the both of you all night after suffering through my shift. So I'm going to untie my present first.

[ Thank you for this, Hikaru. Your girl is always beautiful, but he's long-since confessed his fascination with the brutal beauty of shibari and seeing Mae all trussed-up is a fantasy he wasn't sure he'd get.

This is why he leaves the persuading to you mostly. ]

[ And that, of course, leaves this one quite gratefully draped on his fiancee, where he can take a moment out to catch his breath.

That won't stop him, though, from watching Josh and Mae now, though, with near fever bright eyes and a satisfied little smile. ]

[Okay, nevermind. She's inclined to forgive them both a little - not like she didn't agree to this in the first place, what has she got to be mad about? -- even if they're out of range of sight for her to enjoy the view of them making out.

Forgiveness comes in the form of a hitched inhale, and her thigh muscles jumping at the touch. It's been a while, and she's being touched, and it's electric. Moreso, with the promise of what else could come. By the time that hand finds her folds, she's back to shivering, trying to inch towards his fingers. Her eyes closed in concentration.

She only hears untie my present first, and with a needy little sound, she can only hope he'll untie her gag first. She wants one of those kisses too.]

[ Looking up at Hikaru now and -- thank you football, thank you Vigil, thank you Eudio even for keeping him in shape -- sitting up enough to steal one more kiss from his boy because he needs to dislodge you for a bit, babe, if he's going to play with what you've worked so hard to wrap for him.

He'll turn to Mae next, crawl over her body and let his fingers trace the skin beneath those bonds. You poor thing, how long did Hikaru keep you like this, hm? ]

I've always wanted to see you like this. [ His blue eyes are dark and hungry, sweetheart, and as he settles nicely between your legs that gag's coming off to be replaced with an even hungrier kiss. ]

[ That's fine. He's engaged himself rather thoroughly in your absence, so it's high time that he does the sitting back and watching (mostly).

He's moving while you're busy with all of that, stretching out across the bed and right over Mae's head. That gives him the perfect vantage point for all of this activity, and a lovely view, yet again, of the entirety of her body as he arranged it on the bed. ]

[Thank god for the really big bed, right? It's never felt crowded before, though now there's a moment when it feels overwhelming. For a very simple reason: now that Josh's home, if Hikaru joins in to play, he won't be teasing like before, he'll mean it. She might not make it, it's all too hot.

Speaking of hot, the way Josh crawls up her body. The shiver that slowly runs down her spine when he touches her skin under the bonds, likely dented by the rope. She's been here a while now, let's just say.

And yet. Let me out isn't the first thing that comes out of her mouth when it's freed. No, it's an action. She lifts her head off the pillow and, with barely a second's worth of time to lick the excess of spit from her lips, meets his mouth in a bruising kiss. It's wonderful, and from Mae's end it's a little desperate and hungry, a keening sound muffled into it. She feels him everywhere where he's settled on top of her, but she can't do anything of what she'd usually do. She can't wrap her legs around him, can't reach down and sneak her hand inside his pants, can't even roll her hips enticingly against his.

That's the frustrating part. (But he's always wanted to see her like this. Always, he says.) She manages to get a few words in between the kisses, quiet,] Always?

Always. [ Pausing only in how he's ravishing her mouth to emphasize that with his hand closing around one exposed breast before he dips his head to wrap his lips around the other.

You've some knowledge of how intense he can get with Hikaru, Mae -- the ropes, the cuffs, the gags, the works. There's only so many things you can keep under wraps after two years of knowing each other, of a little more than a year of living under the same roof.

( He and his boy know the kind of boundaries they cross in the bedroom; it's not for the faint-hearted or anyone who's never committed to a relationship with the likes of Hikaru Shinta. You have -- and this is not a bad thing -- a very human take on black, white and the grays in-between in and out of the bedroom. And since they care a whole fucking lot about you, they treat you with respect and care and caution. You matter a great deal, okay? )

He'll just... slip his hand between your bodies and feel you up once more. His tongue is tracing circles around the hardened nub of your nipple and his eyes are on you the entire time. ]

[ While Josh is busy with that, Hikaru's shifting down a little more in order to plant an almost chaste kiss on your forehead. Then he's letting his fingers run idly through your hair.

He'd kiss you, but he'd rather hear, in full, the kind of reaction that Josh is going to end up getting out of you. ]

[Always feels like something big, and Mae wants to ask if it goes back to that time they'd talked about harnesses. Except, she knows him -- and them, and how they like to get down -- enough now to know that yes, the answer is likely yes.

Besides which, she can't form words anymore. It's the combination of his hands and his mouth on skin that has been teased before by the man currently kissing her forehead like he's not a bastard when he wants to be. Sensitive skin, flush and run over by goosebumps, nipples hard and aching, the ropes around her breasts like a lover's hold in and of themselves. And his fingers between her legs,] Oh, please - [she breathes it out, her eyes falling shut and her head tipping back.

And back. Enough that her lips catch Hikaru's in a very brief kiss. Not nearly long enough to keep any of the sounds he wants to hear from her quiet, not the inhale and the gasp, not the little impatient moan.]

003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

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