#:suggestive

"..."

A scoff.

he pulls against the cuffs, testing their strength and hold of him–  relentless.  just like the woman atop of him,  a sight so gorgeous he wished she would never leave from her throne above him.  she’s a devil in disguise,  this one,  challenging him in ways that went so deep,  he often felt like she could see right into his very core.  shota just hasn’t figured out whether he likes or hates it,  but . .  the very fact they were here now was telling enough,  wasn’t it ?

the whole scene was exhilarating :  physically constrained,  yet mentally encouraged to open up,  allow her in–  she knew exactly how to combine all these assets,  play him like a violin in ways most enticing . .  he just kept wanting to come back,  over and over again,  let her pick him apart until he was able to learn and heal.

a grin splits face apart,  bead of sweat dripping down his temple as he considered her daunting task.  he thinks of ways to squeeze out of her request like the sly for he is,  but he knows she is immune to his little tricks.  that isn’t to say he won’t try,  though –  shota klein loves a challenge,  after all.

“ mm,  how long do you have ?  ”   he purrs,  leaning up and tilting his chin in request of a kiss,   “  wouldn’t you rather hear me talk about you ?  you’re so beautiful,  i love having you on top of me like this.  i wish we could stay like this for hours.  maybe i won’t talk at all,  just to keep you right here with me . . !  ”

How enticing. A part of her longed to be the one wrapped up in those chains - a masochist streak a mile long burning to see him cradled about her as she now did for him. ( It would serve her well to know how the other side of the game is played. ) Tracing her hands in a series of featherlight touches about his shoulders before reaching past. One hand hooked behind his head, fingers threaded through the soft mane of black. Leaning her head forward at a pace that felt all to quick, but devastatingly slow. Amber nigh aglow in the dim light of the room, a tender smile on her visage as she leaned closer, ever closer ...

Just to plant a kiss on the side of his cheek. Words filled the air, a purr in his from betwixt smirking lips. 

“ Let’s talk of me after I hear your confession. ”

     I have all the time in the world to be with you. I can take my time - I’ll show you just how long I can wait.

Her other hand reached downwards. Pressing against his chest to both give her a bit of leverage, and add a hint of weight to the press of those cuffs against his skin. 

“ I want to talk about you. YOUR passion, YOUR beauty. How much you deserve. How much I want to give to you. ”

sexy sunday nosy interview | accepting

“Not sure if it’s that dirty but, there is one peculiar scene in the movie ‘Boogie Nights’ with the wife… And she is giving everyone at the party quite the show.”

A quiet groan. It's like he almost forgot the most simple, basic routine. Hinoka's soft voice was a reminder of how things worked in here. Dude expected this to be the usual: getting called inside her office to get his paycheck. About time. After this he could head outside for a smoke. Go back home and get high. Maybe watch a cheesy horror movie to celebrate Halloween. He wasn't too hyped anyway.

The door swung open, the tall ginger guy stepping inside after. He was too focused on shoving the pack of cigarettes into his pocket.

"Alright, be quick. I was about to g- -"

The tall man fell quiet, almost choking on his own spit. The eyes that landed on Hinoka widened under the dark shades. It was difficult to hide his flustered face.

"I-" He hesitated. A chuckle escaped the guy while Dude was trying to seem like he wasn't completely speechless. This guy was always oh so charming and ready.

naughty little || selectively accepting!

@lievdes​

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

     ‘ oh YES SHE IS !! She’s a talker by nature, and it’s almost impossible to really keep her from making some noise unless you choose to gag her. Her vocalizations can get very, very noisy indeed. Lots of little hums and pleasantries when she’s the one giving, and even more moans and whines when she’s the one RECEIVING. ‘

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex?

     ‘ Give, but only by a fraction. There’s just something wonderful about servicing a partner and watching them fall apart at your hands - well, mouth. Letting her partner control the pace, she mainly uses the task to service them as they see fit. And besides … getting a bit choked off from time to time is a BONUS. ‘

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

       her words have him look up from his book, brows raised in interest as he tries to peek a look at her screen.  oh,  interesting.  he had never considered sex to be the most prominent part of their relationship.  he was definitely content with it,  blending into her pace and interest almost seamlessly without mourning the loss of some of his more eccentric interests,  but . .  if she was interested in branching out,  he would happily oblige.

closing his book,  he leans towards her,  chin resting on her shoulder as he watches her scroll past toys and tools they could incorporate in the bedroom.  a soft hum escapes lips as he thinks,  but it really doesn’t take long to come up with something –  

                      “  do you wanna peg me ?  ”

The noise that escaped her tongue could only be described as the essence of a welcome surprise. A quick gasp that she soon choked off with a hum, tapping a lone digit in the search bar to start scrolling for something a little more .. specific. 

     It was one thing to string someone up and watch them fall to their own pleasure. Another case entirely to be the CAUSE. 

“ I’m going to be honest here, I’ve ... never pegged someone before. But ... ”

Ah, there were too many options! Fighting in vain to keep a scarlet blush off of her cheeks she leaned back against his crooning form. Holding out her phone for him to take. That grin of hers now a permanent fixture on sun kissed skin.