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"Mitsunari, you're so pretty...those faces you make when my mouth is on you, mmm..." You murmured, before running your tongue along the tip of his cock, causing him to jolt in his restraints, his cheeks bright red. You'd only been toying with him for a short time, but sweat had already begun to bead on his forehead and he was panting under your touch.

"P-Please!" Was all he manged to get out as you ran your finger up his length and his jaw hung open, brows drawn together in tortured bliss.

"You're gonna have to speak up. How else will I know what to do with you?" Your fingers settled at the base and wrapped around gently, and your tied up lover gulped.

"Please let me feel you! Y/N, I'm ready!" He begged, lifting his head to look at you with tears gathering in the corners of his eyes when you gave him a slight squeeze, his delicious expression egging you on more.

"How can I say no to you? Let me take care of it for you, darling boy." His head dropped back down as you climbed over his body and positioned yourself above his length and rubbed your wet entrance teasingly against him, drawing out a breathy moan from Mitsunari. His volume increased when you pushed him into you and gripped his hips, groaning as you felt him inside.

His hips automatically bucked as you leaned over to press kisses to his damp chest.

"Mmm! You feel so- Haahh" Your fingers caressed his jaw as he lay at your mercy and you began to move your hips rhythmically, and he trembled in response.

.

The devious plan started with small steps: waking him up with morning kisses that began innocently- just soft kisses between whispered good mornings that had him sighing happily. Nipping at his bottom lip woke him up further, however, and soon you had him sliding his hand down your side, trying to linger longer with each kiss, before he teased his tongue.

You let him enjoy it, shivering when his breathing became husky with want, and riled him up further by slipping your hand between the two of you, getting a wonderful feel at just how excited he was getting.

And then you cut him off smoothly, with a practiced excuse of needing to do some early morning prep with Sebastian. His pout was immediate, and you could see a hint of confusion on his face, but he let you go with only minor complaints.

The next step was just a quick visit during one of Arthur’s writing breaks. He was used to your well timed coffee refills, and your encouraging words to help fuel his writing session. It was easy to distract him with a wandering hand. Just teasing touches along his shoulder, a few light trails of your finger down his neck before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, and then a nibble to the shell of his ear.

His low chuckle so close to your ear nearly made your cheeks flush, the sound immediately bringing to mind the heated moments between the two of you where he had the upper hand. But you stayed firm, pulling away just to bat his hand away playfully.

It wasn't until you were heading out the door that you heard his chair creak as he finally turned back to face his desk, but you were also rewarded with his shark intake of breath as he noticed the warm panties you left by his coffee. 

After dinner might have been the worst. The two of you were finally alone again as you washed some of the dishes, his arms encircling your waist as he hummed a low tune.

Playing along instead of shooing him away rewarded you with slow kisses down your neck, and his hand wandering between your legs. The fabric of your skirt was thin enough to where it was easy for him to palm at your heat, but thick enough to where it still just wasn't enough, even without panties in the way.

But two could play that game. You bent over the counter a bit more, purposefully grinding your ass against his crotch, and chuckling when he groaned.

"Already that hard?"

"Keep it up, darling, I'll take you right here and now."

You smirked, glancing at him over your shoulder, "I don't think I want just a quickie for now, Arthur. You know that's not enough for me."

"Never said it just had to be one, luv. I'll gladly fuck you in here, then in every room in-between until we get to mine."

God, you'd be lying if you tried to pretend that didn't make your legs tremble, hearing that promise in a husky whisper by your ear, his bulge right up against your ass… but this wasn't what you wanted to do today.

You straightened and turned to face him, ignoring the heat on your cheeks and the smirk on his face as you tapped a finger to his lips.

"Not tonight, Arthur. There's something new I want to do."

He tilted his head at that, but didn't seem disinterested. He opened his mouth to speak but another voice interrupted the two of you- Sebastian politely coughing as he entered the kitchen.

You both stepped away from each other then, not wanting to make Sebastian feel too awkward, but before Arthur could leave you tugged him towards you briefly, whispering for him to wait for you in his room so that the two of you could properly discuss how you wanted tonight to go.

.

Wasn't this a treat? You stared down at your naked boyfriend, stretched out on his bed, wrists restrained and cheeks flushed.

Arthur's breath came out in heavy huffs after he gave up muffling them. The creaking of the headboard and the leather cuffs around his wrists had a thrill of excitement running up your spine, and you gave your poor lover another kiss to his stomach. The action still made him groan, his hips jutting up as his neglected cock rubbed against your bare breasts- until you pulled back again.

"Look at how desperate you are, even straining for a chance to rub up against any part of me, hm?"

His eyebrows furrowed as his blush deepened, but he made no comment, just looking at you with quietly pleading eyes. 

You smiled, picking back up the small riding crop you had, sliding the tip of it under his chin, making him keep his eyes on you.

"Is there something you want to say?"

He kept quiet for a moment longer, before offering a strained smile.

"Luv, I'd like to keep playing with you like this, but-"

"Don't tell me you're close already?" The crop left his chin, and you trailed the pad of it down his chest, watching how he shivered, "you've teased me much longer than this before, and you're known around Paris for your endless appetite. Are you sure you're close, or are you just wanting to cum soon?"

As you spoke, you moved the crop down towards his inner thighs, tapping lightly before swiftly smacking it against the sensitive skin.

Arthur strained and bit his lip, a muffled groan leaking out as his hips involuntarily jutted up. You watched as his cock twitched, a heavy bob that caused a heady bead of precum to drip down his length. Idly, you slid the tip of the crop along his cock, smearing his precum around his tip.

“I never realized how quick it took you to get to this point. You always show such restraint when I’m on the receiving end…”

"Y-You've been riling me up all day, luv. You palmed my cock this morning while we kissed, then left me your panties during my writing break- mmph!"

You blew a heated puff at the tip of his cock as you gently tugged on his balls, listening to the creak of the headboard as Arthur tugged against his cuffs. His chest rose slowly as he seemed to take in a few deep breaths to steady himself before lifting his head, looking down at your grin.

“I really get you that excited? Leaving you so hard all day that you could barely stand it?”

Crop discarded, you carefully held his cock at the base, just a light grip that he couldn’t feel too much relief over, but enough to let you barely press your tongue against his shaft. A slow, barely there lick had him throwing his head back on his pillow. A light kiss was enough to have him twitch, but suckling at his frenulum, that tender spot under his glans, had Arthur panting as more precum leaked out.

"Maybe I'm being too harsh on you, hm? I've just been teasing you with such light touches…"

As you sat back again, Arthur's gaze met yours, his eyes swimming with need as he watched you straddle his waist.

"Luv-"

You weren't sure what reaction you were expecting when you ground your wet, aching pussy against his cock, but the strangled whine he gave as he desperately tried to steel himself made your inner walls clench with need.

You kept up a slow, agonizing pace as you kept rubbing yourself against him, letting yourself moan freely at how good it felt just to grind your clit against his length, and watching Arthur squeeze his eyes shut, trying not to break any of the rules you gave him earlier.

"You really want to touch me, don't you?"

"Mmph- please, luv. Just, ah, just let me make you feel good."

"This already feels good, though," you leaned over him to press a kiss to his cheek, getting to hear his gasp right in your ear as you pressed your entrance against the head of his cock, "or did you mean this? Filling me up and pumping me full of your cum?"

Arthur couldn't speak for a moment, grasping the headboard so tightly you could hear it creak again.

"Gods, I'm going to-"

"Prove to me that you deserve this," you mused, pressing his tip just a bit further into you.

Arthur groaned, "tell me what you want me to do to prove it, luv, and I'll do it in an instant."

"Can't you come up with it on your own?"

With that you pulled away from his cock, ignoring the way Arthur involuntarily cried out from the loss of your heat. You didn't even get a chance to tease him on it before he spoke quickly and desperately.

"Use me as much as you want, luv. Fuck my face until you're satisfied, gag me and use that cockring on me, fuck me until you can't move any longer- just let me please you, darling."

This was what you wanted. A disheveled, blushing and desperate Arthur underneath you, finally being the one to beg. And all of it was focused on making you feel good, not just him getting to cum.

You smiled, thumbing the budding tear of frustration away from the corner of his eye, "good boy."

A quick tap to his arms, and Arthur finally stopped grasping the headboard like his life depended on it, letting you straddle his face with ease. With how good he was being, you decided to unlock the cuffs that held him, pleased that he still didn't touch you without permission.

"You can use your hands for this," you muttered, fisting his hair, "and if you continue to listen well, I'll let you cum inside of me tonight. I know how much you love watching your seed drip out of me…"

Arthur immediately grasped your hips, swiftly pulling you down to lap at your aching cunt.

As you relaxed into his grip, melting against his tongue, you considered that maybe, you should do this much more often.

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Hope you enjoyed! I'm not sure what kind of teasing you wanted, but this is what I came up with. I don't think it falls under full edging, but... Maybe still fun to read?

While I think Arthur would be desperate to cum at a certain point, I think he really gets off on getting to please Mc and cumming from that, so that's why I wrote him begging like that.

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Those morning glory eyes are sharp with curiosity as he notes the book in your hands. Why is a simpleton reading something as tedious as a treatise on foreign agriculture? That question is the opening you need. You sit up straighter, laying the open book down between you as you begin to explain your idea for a greenhouse in the far corner of the royal gardens, an isolated area without much in it aside from a bare stretch of grass and a few, unenthusiastic hedges. He says nothing so you press on, explaining why cinnamon would be a perfect choice for said greenhouse. You regale him with information about light and soil conditions and temperature. You catapult facts about cinnamon types and harvesting and propagation. You shower him in the medicinal uses for cinnamon, ticking things like ‘anti-inflammatory’, ‘antioxidant’ and ‘good for your blood pressure’ off with your fingers. You make your case using every bit of knowledge you have gleaned over the past few hours and end with the admission that yes, you know it's one of your favorite spices but really, this whole idea benefits everyone. 

And even then he says nothing, that gaze trained on you as you speak, not looking away once. Unbeknownst to you, he has been memorizing the play of expressions across your face, that face he holds in such esteem. He follows the way your lips move and your eyes gleam as you explain everything you have learned. The lift of your brow, the tilt of your head, even the untamed fall of your hair over your shoulder please him beyond measure.

Words run out and you stop talking, waiting. He shifts, reaching down to move the book away from where you laid it between the two of you. You watch the deliberate movement, the slow grace of it, and wonder why such a small gesture has sent your heart into such a sudden tailspin. 

And then grace dissipates as he reaches for you, his grasp a bit rough, lacking in finesse. The gleam in his eyes explains why, the frostfire that burns in them, the heat of wanting something. He has you in his arms and covers your mouth with his. The king may be ice but the man is fire, his hands sliding over your bare arms, sparks to your kindling. Your fingers slide around and under his arms, grasping his shoulders as he bends his long body over you, his lips moving over yours roughly, turbulent and almost messy with hunger.

You gasp as he drags his mouth away from yours, leaving a trail of careless, fiery kisses down your jaw and the side of your neck. Somehow the part of your brain that controls speech is still functioning, albeit on very shaky legs.

“All this because I researched cinnamon?” Your voice is breathless, a whispered sigh in the night.

His husky laughter against your skin fans the sparks already marching through you, heat now spilling from your veins and flooding your whole body.

“I admire dedication,” he murmurs into the hollow of your throat, his arms caging you in. “Allow me to demonstrate.”