[She tilts her head, lips quirking a little at the orders, but she does what he says, slipping out of the last of her clothes and tossing them to the side before laying back and putting her hands over her head.]
[ Wash takes a moment to appreciate the view, them climbs onto the bed and straddles her, one knee on either side of her hips. No touching, not yet -- he goes straight for her hands, fastening them to the bed rails above her head. ]
[ He does touch, then, sliding his hands down her arms to her shoulders, her chest, caressing her breasts and swiping his thumbs teasingly over her nipples. She's warm and soft and pliant beneath him and he's going to take full advantage of this newfound control. He leans down to kiss her, intending to follow the same path with his mouth. ]
[Kyna's breathing catches when he runs his hands over her breasts, closing her eyes when he kisses her. She's already fighting the urge to pull at the ropes, instinctively wanting to reach for him. This is going to be a definite exercise in self-control, and she has very little of that at the best of times.]
Trust me, you're not going to have to worry about that.
[ Wash smiles when the kiss breaks, meeting her eyes briefly before dipping his head to trail his mouth down her neck, sucking marks to her skin and grazing his teeth here and there. Making a hot lazy trail down to her left breast, where he sucks her nipple into his mouth, his hand still playing on the other.
He's always been the one tied up before, back before he would have had issues with it, and this was his favorite part. The slow build, that sense of helplessness where his partner could do whatever they wanted and take as long as they wanted to do it. He intends to be thorough, too, just this side of body worship. ]
[Her breathing quickens, but she manages to stay mostly still, at least until he reaches her breasts again. It's instinct for her to try to reach down, to thread her fingers through his hair or dig her nails into his shoulders, but of course the rope stops her, and she lets out a quiet noise caught somewhere between pleased and frustrated. She's not used to just laying back and letting someone do whatever they want to her, and while the helplessness is intoxicating, it's also already trying her patience in the best possible way, and so she arches up into his touch.]
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Go for it. This is me officially giving you permission.
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Strip. Hands above your head.
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Like this?
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[ Wash takes a moment to appreciate the view, them climbs onto the bed and straddles her, one knee on either side of her hips. No touching, not yet -- he goes straight for her hands, fastening them to the bed rails above her head. ]
Too tight?
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You're totally going to tease me now, aren't you?
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[ He does touch, then, sliding his hands down her arms to her shoulders, her chest, caressing her breasts and swiping his thumbs teasingly over her nipples. She's warm and soft and pliant beneath him and he's going to take full advantage of this newfound control. He leans down to kiss her, intending to follow the same path with his mouth. ]
You don't like it anymore, just tell me.
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Trust me, you're not going to have to worry about that.
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He's always been the one tied up before, back before he would have had issues with it, and this was his favorite part. The slow build, that sense of helplessness where his partner could do whatever they wanted and take as long as they wanted to do it. He intends to be thorough, too, just this side of body worship. ]
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