[He attempts to tilt his head back to see what the tentacles are doing to his wrists, but D.Va's forehead against his prevents him from doing that. So instead he just grinds his teeth that much more as he feels his arms shifting and being bound tighter to the bed. One tug and it's apparent that they aren't going anywhere anytime soon.
Which means now he focuses his full glare on D.Va.]
Not happening.
[And as if to accentuate his point, he flattens his wings to the bed as much as physically possible, trying to keep his reactions to the barest shifting against the sheets.]
[ she watches his attempts to see what her tentacles are doing with marked interest. it's cute, that he thinks he'll be able to wrestle himself into a position to do much of anything. oh, how the turns have tabled~ she should mock him about control or something. but, nah, her smile say more than words ever could, because she's just going to grin at him while he glares at her. ] Good. I think that'd be boring besides. We wouldn't get to have any real fun if you came during the pre-game. [ chuckles. ]
... [ oh. that's adorable. look at him do his best to keep from having a reaction. she sends her tentacles down his pants instead, because it's not like his wings are his only supposed weakness. she'll even sit up a bit to make it easier for them. ] Fine. Not more playing with your wings. [ she shrugs, the tentacles working on getting past all of that troublesome fabric, so one of them can coil around him and start stroking him lazily. not the easiest thing to do with his pants still on, but they're pretty stupid sometimes, so she'll have to help get them out of the way. ]
That is some intense (and unexpected) escalation and Intensity can't do much outside of a string of startled curse words as he is being touched and stroked in a place that is definitely more sensitive than his wings.
Which have gone back to fluttering uselessly. Again.]
Di---
[After a particularly pointed stroke, he brings up a knee roughly aimed at the small of her back. Or well. Anywhere he can make contact really.
[ and his knee connects... and knocks her forward and onto him??? so good job, now he's got a face full of d.va. mission accomplished intensity. the tentacles have startled though, so they stop for a few moments, because they don't seem to understand what the hell just happened, so that might be some sort of a plus, though she's unharmed ( and just as equally confused ) so they eventually get back to it. ]
...the fuck. [ she sits up a bit and stares at him. ] Really. [ huff. ] How about using your words, Cup Noodle. [ ok, well, not she's a bit trapped, since all of the damn things are preoccupied. ] ... [ let's just pretend that's not the case though... ] It doesn't have to be like this. Tell me what you'd like, Intensity. [ brushes his bangs aside and gives his forehead a kiss. ]
It's not my fault you didn't do anything with either opportunity.
[ shrugs and sits up and bit more until she's pressing into the tentacles. ] How about you stop jerking him off for a few seconds so I can get up, hn. [ she reaches back and tugs on one of them, but it doesn't seem to want to listen until she digs her nails in and it promptly withdraws. ]
I think it's my turn besides. [ flicks her tongue out at him as she frames her hands along the sides of her body, moving down until they eventually settle on his hips and she's able to nestle between his legs comfortably. ]
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Which means now he focuses his full glare on D.Va.]
Not happening.
[And as if to accentuate his point, he flattens his wings to the bed as much as physically possible, trying to keep his reactions to the barest shifting against the sheets.]
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... [ oh. that's adorable. look at him do his best to keep from having a reaction. she sends her tentacles down his pants instead, because it's not like his wings are his only supposed weakness. she'll even sit up a bit to make it easier for them. ] Fine. Not more playing with your wings. [ she shrugs, the tentacles working on getting past all of that troublesome fabric, so one of them can coil around him and start stroking him lazily. not the easiest thing to do with his pants still on, but they're pretty stupid sometimes, so she'll have to help get them out of the way. ]
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That is some intense (and unexpected) escalation and Intensity can't do much outside of a string of startled curse words as he is being touched and stroked in a place that is definitely more sensitive than his wings.
Which have gone back to fluttering uselessly. Again.]
Di---
[After a particularly pointed stroke, he brings up a knee roughly aimed at the small of her back. Or well. Anywhere he can make contact really.
Hey!]
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...the fuck. [ she sits up a bit and stares at him. ] Really. [ huff. ] How about using your words, Cup Noodle. [ ok, well, not she's a bit trapped, since all of the damn things are preoccupied. ] ... [ let's just pretend that's not the case though... ] It doesn't have to be like this. Tell me what you'd like, Intensity. [ brushes his bangs aside and gives his forehead a kiss. ]
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Oh no no no.
That trick doesn't work on Intensity. The gentle coaxing of telling people his weaknesses. That has always come back to haunt him.
What a clumsy trap card you played there, D.Va.]
Cute.
But I won't fall for that. If you want to know so bad, you'll have to learn the hard way.
Or~
[A smirk that has too much of an edge to be sweet]
You could tell me yours.
And let me have a turn at the steering wheel.
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Mmmmmmmno.
You had your chance besides.
Twice, actually.
In other hell and in my workshop.
It's not my fault you didn't do anything with either opportunity.
[ shrugs and sits up and bit more until she's pressing into the tentacles. ] How about you stop jerking him off for a few seconds so I can get up, hn. [ she reaches back and tugs on one of them, but it doesn't seem to want to listen until she digs her nails in and it promptly withdraws. ]
I think it's my turn besides. [ flicks her tongue out at him as she frames her hands along the sides of her body, moving down until they eventually settle on his hips and she's able to nestle between his legs comfortably. ]
Still want to play hard to get?