[ 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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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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