liberalum: (#9685630)
( ᴊᴀᴢᴢʜᴀɴᴅs ᴍᴜsᴛᴀᴄʜɪᴏ ) ([personal profile] liberalum) wrote in [personal profile] qunari 2016-03-11 11:41 pm (UTC)

[ You don't say please when you can just take something, and when it comes to the things outside of your grasp-- well, you don't ask for them at all. Bull above him, rutting into him, his hands tight on his thigh, his wrist, is giving in a way that's going to ache tomorrow (and the day after) (and the day after that).

But there is something else, withheld. Impossible to tease, as easily shifted as a continental shelf. Like being fucked by a very attentive granite statue. (And he isn't. Bull is a thinking, feeling, sensory creature, and he's seen it. Thoughts for another time, when he has the capacity.)

He could claw and bite and wiggle and clench, but in the end-- ]


Bull, [ he repeats, again, after having sunk into more of this. His own cock is aching, pre-come slick between them, but the incidental press of bodies isn't enough, not unless he truly wants his orgasm dragged out of him like it hurts. A pulse of wires crossed calls to mind katoh, but-- no, that's not the finishing he needs nor wants, and the idea of just stopping-- ] Please.

[ He breathes out the word, as if avoiding giving it all the richness of his voice. More words clatter out, noisier; ] Enough, enough, touch me-- Iron Bull--

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