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[ It's been a long day. Which doesn't quite do it justice, since most of his days heading the Dregs have been long. No, today had been long in the way that pulled taffy is; just when one thinks it'll snap, it keeps going down to the spider fine threads. He's running on those threads now, as he opens the front door and attempts to stop thinking about the day in its entirety.

A monumental task for him, because his mind keeps spinning back to the problem with the Black Tips. To the idle reminders of papers he has to get through tomorrow or the meetings he knows he'll be going into. Meetings for information from Roeder, for Anika's report, the drawn out process of sorting through new recruits. All things that need his attention. He leans back against the door, letting out a long sigh. He wants nothing more than to flop right into bed and curl up with Inej.

Prying himself away from the door, he makes his way to the bedroom, pulling off his coat and hanging it on a nearby hook. His gloves (for warmth, nowadays) are next, deposited on the bureau. It's a quiet process, not wanting to bother Inej too much—she's already probably heard him come in. ]

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Distracting enough.

[ the arch of his back feels good, pressing against her, and inej idly considers that she should remove his underwear at some point. but the slow and lazy build feels better than rushing, at the moment, as she drags her nails down his sides, digging in just enough. ]

I like knowing that I am the only one that can do this to you. [ it's soft, but nonetheless heard, as she dips down to press a kiss to his neck, then his collarbone, edging down his chest. it means her weight is off of his hips a bit, but she's clearly edging toward something a bit more than that, anyway. ] I am the only one who can make you squirm, or beg.

[ it's a special kind of affection, in her tone, as she rests her chin against his stomach, grinning up at him as her fingers dip to the waistband of his underwear, tugging purposefully. ]

Half the Barrel would pay millions to see you like this, and I can do it for free.

[ and she presses a light kiss to his stomach. ]

[ 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. ]

[ anytime. she doesn't doubt that, though she does press another kiss to his stomach, soft and gentle. appreciative, for his trust and affection and, quite frankly, adoration.

she will tell him so later. but she tugs his underwear down a bit, to free his cock from the linen. but instead of taking him into her mouth, she lazily drags her nails along his length, settling between his legs. ]

How long do you think you can last like this?

[ her tone is conversational, but still quiet, her fingers not quite touching him, not giving the full benefit of a stroke. ]

[ The second kiss she places on his stomach is both teasing and slightly ticklish, the press of her mouth soft, feather light. There's an instinctual squirm from the way it feels, though he's distracted from the residual tingle as she tugs his underwear down. No longer trapped in the cloth, there's a small sense of relief.

Only a small one, because then she's grazing the tips of her fingernails down the line of his cock, drawing a shivery breath out of him, toes curling as he tries not to buck his hips up. ]

Hard to say. We can find out. [ Is she planning to keep him on edge? There's an allure to it, he thinks, to her using her careful touches to keep him guessing. ]

[ she continues to draw her fingers lazily up and down, tracing a vein almost experimentally as she listens to him. we can find out causes a slight upward curve of her mouth, which clearly indicates that she intends to, but: ]

We have all night.

[ clearly, before she dips her head to flatten her tongue against his cock, licking in one smooth motion, from base to tip. her fingers curl around him loosely, but she doesn't stroke. ]

I could do this for hours. [ she says, her tone mild -- bordering on lazy -- as she runs her tongue along the tip of his cock, humming lightly to herself. ] I'm not so sure you could.

[ He's always been one to keep his concentration. It's never been a difficult thing for him, even when he'd been under pressure or injured.

That definitely doesn't apply here. Not with how she's touching him or with that smirk on her mouth being...distracting. ]

We do. [ Except there's a part of him that agrees that he might not last that long. The swipe of her tongue makes him groan, shivering with the loose curl of her fingers. ]

Only one way to figure it out.

[ He has to admit he likes the idea of drawing it out. Even as his hips lift when she licks the tip of his cock. ]

[ he looks good like this, entirely at her mercy. and inej idly considers what, precisely, she wants to do. but first, she focuses on his cock, slowly licking from base to tip before lowering her mouth to suck, fingers twisting just so around his shaft. she bobs her head, tongue curling around the tip as another hand dips lower to massage his balls, the movements clearly built toward slowly but surely working him up.

part of her wants to abandon this and shift to straddle his face while he’s still bound, forcing him to get her off. but the part that wants him to want it wins out a bit more, pushing his legs a bit wider as she continues to suck him off. ]

Mmm.

[ a thoughtful hum as she pulls off, squeezing his balls as she does so. ]

[ Truthfully, it had taken them both a while to get used to this action. For her, there'd been so many bad memories tied up in getting a man off with her mouth. Men who'd forced her to stay, made her disappear into her head. He'd been too keenly aware of it, every time they'd made those shaky steps in the beginning to test their boundaries. Mixed with her demons rearing their heads and his fear of too damp skin, this had taken the longest for either of them to enjoy.

She had been determined not to be held back. And while he isn't certain she gets the same kick from it that he does when he goes down on her, he suspects she likes his reactions. Especially when she has him tied down as she does, unable to do much of anything aside from squirming and panting.

Hips push up as she hums, the sound reverberating through him and just adding to the sensation. He follows her nudge, legs dropping open wider as he tilts his head back into the pillow some more. His fingers flex with a familiar urge to touch, blocked once more by being bound up. There's some part of him that finds it annoying but a larger part is finding he's enjoying this much more than anticipated. ]

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