i am loved.

the delicacy looked better upon your loved flesh, he couldn’t even swallow down the thought of metal digging into you. not unless you really wanted it, because he was at your beck and call. whatever you keened for, choso would indulge. and even you thought this was enough for now, it had taken so long to set up what was laced around your wrists and ankles so far that you grew impatient, never having been denied made you needy and a bit spoiled. but that was fine, because as soon as he noticed you squirm again— he was quick to pick your locked ankles to his shoulder and hike you down the bed to nestle you close.

weepy length twitching, yearning for you too. hitched breath and a palpable accelerando of his usual steady heart, huffing out something like a smothered whine when he slipped that thick length inside. responding to your own squeak, so pretty and excited. there was nothing more to want while he leaned down, caging you in and picked up your already limp wrists up to the level of your neck so he could see that soft ribbon digging into your twisting hands. that bite from earlier, impatiences all but melted away because you finally had his cock.

watery eyes squeezing shut, clipping in barely there glimpses at him peering down at you with something like a pinched lip. not knowing how close he was to giving you a soft smile at how docile you’ve become. shivering with the sound of wetness rolling down the seam of your ass, or the sharp slick of your arousal coating his stupidly thick length while you sucked him in over and over. the haze of pleasure keeping that band of ink a constant in your vision, curtained by his hair let down while he made the effort of squeezing you down even smaller. like he was making a point of how well you fit in the space between rounded out muscle and the bed.

“better?” he pushed, glancing down at the twitching spasms of your clenching and unclenching fingers. no where to go, rotating against the confinement of pretty pink and for a second he wanted to lean down to bite at the tail of his work— so close to undoing the ribbon keeping you right there. but even he knew the bite of disappointment that would come from you if he stopped indulging a request you’d perched on his shoulders.

your eyes rolling was all the answer you could give, head tilting away from his overbearing gaze— bottom lip quivering because he was unrelenting. the bend of your lower half bringing you up to just take and take and take his length, nothing stopping him from wetting his cock or hitting spots that made you want to curl up and twitch from how good it felt. “f-fu-“ the squeak of unsaid words truly a testament to how good he made you feel.

and it wasn’t easy on him either, you sounded good— the struggle of you speaking nonsense in pitchy noises like a gut punch and choso was excitable. cumming before he even had the chance to think about holding back, grunting with the slowed and brutal push of his hips to yours. giving himself mere seconds before he was back at it. it didn’t matter that he was breathing in grunts of overstimulation over and over, strong arms shaking not of their own right. he would be damned if something as silly as pain and sensitivity would stop him before he could make you cum too.

“ah, god.” he groaned, leaning in to kiss you silly. sloppy, uncoordinated. nearly all teeth and no lip, but he needed it to keep him tethered to you still. hot pussy dripping down his pubes and thighs let him know his baby was close, he could feel the burn of your body underneath muscled arms. watching every twist, listening to every cry— eyes on you when you did it. when you finally came all pretty and messy against him, limbs twitching, body bending like it was trying to get away and press itself to him all at once. arching up and up until your tired body flopped down limp against the bed, those pretty hands still confined reaching for the cut of his jaw. looking at him with all the love in the world.

catching another pretty pet name, he finally let himself relax when you smiled like you’d gotten everything you wanted. working to pull the ribbon keeping your hands apart, he made quick work of the creased satin. legs coming next, your ankles faired better. they weren’t subjected to your squirming nearly as much, thanks to being pinned against his shoulder with how he folded you down.

eager to see the glistening wetness against the tender spots of you— still pulsing thanks to the stretch his flaccid cock still provided. pouting when his thumbs zeroed in on the plushness of your lips, pulling them apart like they weren’t already swollen thanks to him. “choso.” you whined, cutting his ogling down. ears perking up like a dog being redirected, lost eyes focusing on your soft face.