[ She doesn't go into detail but it's enough. It's enough because there's something between, an understanding they've built up over the years. Inej it's easily distracted, neither of them are, so there's more pleasant warmth layering in his gut.
Or maybe that's the scratch of her nails doing the trick. Probably both.
Her words are quiet, even in the relative silence of the room, but they're weighted, dripping with intent. He groans as she works her way down, the touch and anticipation enough to make his face flush up to his ears. There's the urge to reach down and cup her cheek or tug her up for a kiss. Except he can't, not with his hands tied.
And while it would be simple to tug on the sash and loose it, letting her take the control leaves him feeling like a coil is unspooling under his skin. ]
Anytime. [ She's privy to it all; it will never go beyond these doors. The kiss to his stomach has him sighing, back arching at the sensation. ]
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Or maybe that's the scratch of her nails doing the trick. Probably both.
Her words are quiet, even in the relative silence of the room, but they're weighted, dripping with intent. He groans as she works her way down, the touch and anticipation enough to make his face flush up to his ears. There's the urge to reach down and cup her cheek or tug her up for a kiss. Except he can't, not with his hands tied.
And while it would be simple to tug on the sash and loose it, letting her take the control leaves him feeling like a coil is unspooling under his skin. ]
Anytime. [ She's privy to it all; it will never go beyond these doors. The kiss to his stomach has him sighing, back arching at the sensation. ]