[ she cries out before she can stop herself or restrain it at all, and attempts to curl toward him on reflex—there's another little satisfied noise she makes when the bindings stop her. ]
[his kisses along her neck turn into bites, marking her up as much as he can as he keeps up that hard, rough pace; he muffles a low groan into the side of her breast]
[ there's a brief tiny startled motion from her, like she didn't entirely expect him to say it. her arms jerk against the bindings and she cries out and tightens around him as she comes, head tilted back into the bed. ]
[he's not far behind, groaning into her neck as he feels her tighten and flex around him, his whole body tensing up as he spills into her, holding himself there... and then relaxes, spent]
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[ she breaks off into a moan, voice rising in pitch. ]
Hard. Please. I want—ah, to feel you, your hands, your mouth, your cock, every way you want to touch me—
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I'll give you... all of me.
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Hh, fuck, that's, that's everything I want...
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[he keeps it up, and coaxes her legs to wrap around his waist, the bindings loosening just enough]
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Ah—!
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Shrike... you're so--! Beautiful...
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she is clearly losing coherency, but— ]
You, you make me feel so—
I love you.
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[he's also rapidly become incoherent, panting harsh breaths against her chest]
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she turns her head a little bit, to nuzzle her face into his hair, but she's just... very very very happy to be here. ]
...love you.
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Love you, too.
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...also, that was... really good.
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You like... being held down.
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...I really do.
It's, er. Really relaxing to cede control, sometimes, especially when I trust the other person, so...
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And—and you...
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You're wonderful.
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This is nice, but... I want to pet your hair, so can I have my wrists back?
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[the bindings loosen around her wrists]
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