[ she. just. laughs. ] Pain and pleasure are, sometimes, one in the same. Better luck next time. [ she leans over him, so she can set her forehead to his. ] Here's a tip, Blue-Eyes, that's the wrong set of tentacles to try to play rough with. [ kisses the tip of his nose as the bladed tentacles move his bound wrists above his head and stab their serrated tips into the bed to anchor intensity in place. ]

No. [ speaks softly against his lips. she smooths a thumb over his cheek. ] Of course not. [ she smooths a thumb over his cheek. ] I don't need to record this to commit to memory. [ wink~ might as well snap a picture though!!! ]

It'd really be something if you were able to get off just from touches to your wings~