#fyodor.bsd

Sigma would be the nicest about this, of course. I don't think he can relate exactly, to me he's very much touch starved, but he'll happily respect your boundaries. He'll touch your hands, bring you close to his chest and press kisses to your cheeks and forehead, learning subconsciously to not let his hands stray to your neck. His hands stop at your shoulders and chest and when he hugs you he keeps his arms lower, around your waist. If you ever freak out he's there to wrap an arm around you and let you play with his hair until you've calmed down. Overall the best in every way.

Nikolai is....iffy. He'll back off, but he's not above feigning a touch to make you jump. I think he'd like choking so not being allowed it is a bit of a bummer for him. He'll find some other way though, don't worry :) Nikolai does like touching you though, so he'll have his hands on any other parts of you you allow. Shoulder, chest, thighs and ass especially. Just because he's barred from one part of you doesn't mean he can't touch at all!

Sometimes, Fyodor thinks you need a little extra help with things. Of course these days you need help with lots of things, that's how he likes you, but this is different. You don't need him enough, you're not being pathetic enough. There's an easy fix though, as easy as slipping you something in your food or drink, and waiting for it to take hold.

He loves your squirming, the way you let your legs hang wide open to avoid any stimulation, any temptation. When you come to him he knows you're already a mess, drooling steadily down your thigh, aching with need.

Fyodor makes you wait, then. Watches you press your thighs together and blush with embarrassment, telling him eventually that you need him to take care of you. He laughs at you, giving you permission to hump the edge of his desk while he watches. A few months ago you would have balked at the idea, and now you were so grateful for it, it's adorable to him.

"Sorry love," he croons, completely insincere, "I thought you needed a little help remembering your place."

Fyodor will never get tired of your wide, betrayed, desperate eyes as you realise this is his fault. He reaches out to pat your stomach, grinning when your hips twitch towards his hand and you shift in embarrassment.

"Doesn't that feel nice? That's how you're supposed to feel."

"A stupid little thing, always desperate to put on a show." Fyodor watches as you grip the edges of his desk, rocking your hips into it. Your chest rises and falls with quick, shallow breaths and your eyes are downcast, but he doesn't need you to look at him right now.

"Good, now stay there." He tucks some hair behind his ear and turns back to his monitors, still watching out of the corner of his eye. "If you behave you can sit under the desk next."

When Fyodor says that, you know it's because he means it. He doesn't always have time for you, letting you paw at him for hours before granting you the right to ride his thigh, or just rut against his boot if he's feeling particularly cruel. He makes you feel so pathetically needy, so selfish for trying to take up so much of his time, for always needing his hands and his voice on you before you can cum. But he never lets you take care of yourself, reminding you to always ask for permission with an amused lilt in his voice.

So the best thing he can say is something like that, something halfway between a promise and an order that has you scrambling for the bed, forgetting to be embarrassed even as he laughs at your need.

He brushes a cold, cracked hand over your skin as he ties you to the bedframe, speaking to you all the while in a calm, slightly condescending voice. Like you're some stupid little thing he picked up off the side of the road. Like he's doing you a favour by tying you down and slowly running his nails up and down your thighs, not touching you properly until you cry.