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[ketterdamn]

[ 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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[ketterdamn]

[ 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. ]