[ He feels the way you move, the way your body arches upward into his touch and it takes a supreme effort to not just take, to resist the urge to strip you completely bare in front of him. But your pleasure has always been his, he has always wanted to give than just take because you've given him so, so much and yet ask for so little in return. ]
Look at me, [ that whisper sounds loud in the silence of the room, that hum of the airconditioner the only other thing filling the silence above the sounds you've been making, and the rustle of the sheets beneath you both. ] Hikaru, I need you to look at me.
[ Need, not want because wanting is a choice sometimes, but need is more visceral and encapsulates better the way he feels when he thinks of you. It puts him at your mercy as much as you say you are at his.
He'll wait for you to look his way before he whispers again, over your skin, gaze unblinking: ] Ask.
You're not the only one who's tied up. You're not the only one bound.
[ He is one of yours now, remember? And he put that rope around his neck willingly. ]
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Look at me, [ that whisper sounds loud in the silence of the room, that hum of the airconditioner the only other thing filling the silence above the sounds you've been making, and the rustle of the sheets beneath you both. ] Hikaru, I need you to look at me.
[ Need, not want because wanting is a choice sometimes, but need is more visceral and encapsulates better the way he feels when he thinks of you. It puts him at your mercy as much as you say you are at his.
He'll wait for you to look his way before he whispers again, over your skin, gaze unblinking: ] Ask.
You're not the only one who's tied up. You're not the only one bound.
[ He is one of yours now, remember? And he put that rope around his neck willingly. ]