Gale

a whimper, then a soft whine that isn't meant to be heard by anyone else but you-- only you, he'll tell you. your hands cup his face, innocence lined in the subtle curve of your lips as your body presses against his, skin against skin, warmth against warmth. you feel his cock twitch beneath you as you grind against it, slow and sweet, longing and aching, the remnants of your desire coating his body. he doesn't know how long you've been teasing him for-- one minute, two, five-- doesn't matter, it's all too long, and if he has to beg another time, then he will. gladly.

"you said that last--"

a teasing kiss, then your fingers scratching behind his ear as you let out a breathy laugh against his lips.

Instead, you ground yourself down a little harder, rubbing your slick folds along the polished leather while nuzzling your head against his knee. You clutched his leg a little tighter, quietly wishing he'd shed a few layers to let you touch skin.

A breath later and cold metal dug into your cheek, the corvid-skull handle of his cane dragging along your skin until he could force your chin up. Zandik's narrowed eyes, still sharp and analytical despite the years, looked almost disgusted as he adjusted the monocle with his free hand.

Your stomach fluttered and a small moan wormed its way from your lips.

Zandik huffed and tapped your cheek once with the cane, a dull sound echoing through your jaw.

"Disgraceful."

But instead of putting a stop to your little ruts, Zandik grunted as he changed position to flex his foot, the toe of his boot pushing harder against your core.

You yelped at the sudden pressure, vision going white in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Before he could withdraw his cane, your lips wrapped around the metal and you suckled, gazing up at him through the haze of desire. Your movements grew a little bolder, dragging yourself along the leather until your clit bumped against the seam atop his arch.

"Don't suck on that-! Foolish little vixen." The scolding was mild but absolute, and Zandik pulled the cane away to instead whap your ass gently with the other end. There was no time to protest, two gloved fingers pushing past your lips and holding down your tongue.

Your spit soaked into the dark cotton, worn to protect delicate skin from the bitter cold without hindering what dexterity remained. Zandik pressed his shoe up more insistently, moving it slowly from side to side. The tip of his cane tapped your thigh, urging them apart as you continued to cling to his leg, hands knowing better than push your luck and reach for his belt.

"I'm only letting you have this so you'll finally settle and let me finish this chapter," he hissed out. Though his own breathing was clearly strained from holding back, you didn't doubt that he had no intention of giving you more than this.

Pleasure continued to build while Zandik rubbed the pads of his fingers against your tongue in time with the steady grind of his shoe. You moaned around the digits, fingers digging into his leg hard enough that it would probably bruise.

Every nerve was on fire, the judgemental look in his eye as he peered down at you only stoking the flames. His brow was tightly knit, the little crow's feet at the corners of his eyes more pronounced. You wanted to kiss him.

A sharp whap to your rear made your body jerk and attention snap back. Your hips picked up the pace they'd unwittingly lost and your toes curled.

"Don't you dare get distracted."

It stung, or at least it would tomorrow when the pain wasn't drowned out by your frantic pulse.

"One chance to find release. That's all you get."

You nodded eagerly, humping his shoe like a rabid animal while suckling on his fingers. It burned, every muscle screaming for a rest while your mind urged them on. Your movements grew less controlled and larger, every drag of your hips moving you far enough back that the edge of his sole pushed against your entrance.

With one last nudged from him, you body went taut as release washed over you, the sound of your broken cry around his fingers sounding far away while you rode out your high.

You could barely breathe when he withdrew his fingers, and your body slumped uselessly against his leg as he slowly pulled out his foot from between your legs.

A quiet sigh filled the silence between you.

"I should almost make you lick them clean yourself..." If not for the way you could see the little tent in his trousers, you might have thought him disappointed with your behaviour.