#((hellooooooo))

Has his arms cuffed to the bed, riding him, maybe even recording him too and he’s all overstimulated 😛

My first thought on a Friday getting ready for work

OH OH OH!!! YEAH YOU KNOW WHATS UP

something about flipping the script on him,,, he’s always the one behind the screen, always the one in control, like he’s the director and the life around him is just as film he gets to play like chess.

but then… something about you makes him loosen the reigns a little bit. maybe he’s too whipped, maybe theres just something so exhilarating about someone holding the cards instead of him. regardless, it ends up with him beneath you, chest heaving as he gasps for air.

maybe he had underestimated you. maybe he just wasn’t prepared for what being the one tied down actually felt like. but he’s struggling. gritting his teeth, exhaling heavy breaths through his nose, his skin flushed straight down to his chest and coated with a thin sheen of sweat.

how long have you two been at this? he doesn’t even know at this point, but it feels like ages. ages that you’ve kept him teetering on the edge, his hands straining against the binds you so lovingly looped around his wrists, his hips bucking upwards desperately everytime you slow the pace

but brian gets cruel from time to time, so is it not fair to let him have a taste of his own medicine? you think so, as you stop completely - seating yourself down onto his cock as you watch how he squirms beneath you, trying to grind up into your heat to get anything from you.

it makes an even prettier picture through the lens of his handycam. that red recording light blinking, one you were so familiar with, now turned to face him instead. capturing every grunt, every hiss through his teeth, every time his eyebrows furrowed together and his jaw clenched.

you could see now why he liked behind on the other side of the screen.

because what was more satisfying than pointing the lens right in his face, and cooing out a;