[ she turns her head to meet him with her lips, pulling him into a deep, tender kiss—reaching with one hand in the meantime for the last two items, to start fastening the harness around her hips. ]
[he kisses back with a moan in the back of his throat, clumsy and eager for her, rutting against her thigh as much as he can in this position, unable to brace himself on anything]
[ she has to shift a little, occasionally taking an awkward pause as she moves things into place.
The shaft of the strap-on brushes his leg on accident; she takes the opportunity to drag it against his thigh a little more on purpose, one of her hands dropping to trace gently between his legs. ]
[he sucks in a breath at her touch; he can put two and two together and figure out what she's doing, and the thrill of it is electrifying. he bites his lip and spreads his legs wider, invitingly, though that unbalances him for a moment and he wobbles unsteadily]
[as he feels the dildo pressing into him, his jaw goes slack, and he makes a weak, desperate noise. there's not much resistance, but it's still something he's never felt before; his thighs tense and shake, and he moans sweetly as it fills him up]
[ she's never done this before, but—holy shit, there's something very gratifying about it.
she rolls her hips back, and then into him again, deeper, starting to pick up a rhythm. it's a little clumsy—she's never been on this side of this particular motion—but she holds him at his waist, hands smoothing up over his sides. ]
[like this, he can't do much but offer little, minute movements to encourage her, feeling so overwhelmed. he gasps with every thrust, seguing into high-pitched, whiny moans]
[ now that she’s at a steady pace, her hands creep back up to his breasts, groping at them roughly. she grinds her hips against him as she thrusts into him, and presses her face into his neck. ]
[he arches his back, body taut like a bowstring, quivering from the sheer sensation and very nearly coming right there. he's not able to reply to her, incoherent from everything, just desperately trying to grind down and meet shrike's thrusts]
[ she nuzzles her face a little more into his neck, and nips at the skin with her teeth. She tugs him a little harder onto her, and rolls her hips against him. ]
[ she quickens her pace, and latches onto his neck again, and again, and again, leaving a cluster of red marks and digging her fingers into his skin. ]
[it doesn't take long before his breathy sounds turn into cries of ecstasy, louder than he's ever been, entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. he can't meet shrike's rhythm anymore, he can only let it tear through him until he's done, shaking and overwhelmed]
[he's so lost in how everything feels, he can barely reply past an affirmative "mmhmmm", limbs totally pliant. he lets out a low moan when he feels the pressure slowly release from the rope being loosened]
[ she undoes the last knot, pressing a kiss to the inside of both wrists, and then pulls back to ease out of him, so she can turn him back around toward her to tug the blindfold off. ]
[when the blindfold is tugged off he blinks rapidly to adjust to the light, eyes hazy and pupils blown. his whole expression looks raw, vulnerable, dazed... it takes him a second to meet shrike's eyes, and then he's leaning on her]
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The shaft of the strap-on brushes his leg on accident; she takes the opportunity to drag it against his thigh a little more on purpose, one of her hands dropping to trace gently between his legs. ]
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--hold me up, hold me up, please.
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[ she braces him, slipping an arm around him—she's going to need a little more leverage for this, anyway.
the fingers of her one free hand brush across his entrance, and she slips one, two inside to make sure he's ready. ]
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I-it's okay, it's just hard to... keep myself... steady like this. Don't stop, though--
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[ she squares her hips under his, and withdraws her fingers to start to press into him, pushing him gently against the wall of the bath. ]
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Shrike...
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[ she's never done this before, but—holy shit, there's something very gratifying about it.
she rolls her hips back, and then into him again, deeper, starting to pick up a rhythm. it's a little clumsy—she's never been on this side of this particular motion—but she holds him at his waist, hands smoothing up over his sides. ]
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I, I love you—
I want to give you everything I can.
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I'm...! I-I'm so... c-close, Shrike... please...!
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[ she quickens her pace, and latches onto his neck again, and again, and again, leaving a cluster of red marks and digging her fingers into his skin. ]
Come for me, love.
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Nnh...
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[ she moves to start untying his arms. ]
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Hey.
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... hello.
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