#jgowritingrambles

"As he settles on the bed, dirty blonde hair haloing his head on the silk pillows, you go over to the drawers and grab the tie from Hotaru/Hoshiko. It’s been folded neatly and tucked alongside your other dress ties as it is surprisingly good quality. Heading back over to the bed, you avoid getting distracted by the beautiful sight of Sindre’s body spread out amongst the silk and focus on your first task – shutting his tenacious mouth. You set down the silk tie on the bed and pick up the burgundy rose gag. Turning to him you spout charmingly, “My dear Romeo, it is time you learn the poetry of someone else’s mouth and the patience to withhold your gifts of language.”. His hands clench the silk sheets, muscles taught in tension across his body. His pupils, however, are blown to the point they eclipse the stunning silver moons within them. He's absentmindedly holding his breath; abdomen clenching in anticipation. Traces of earlier’s dominance still have not been lost, but his pure need of you seems to bring it down to a simmer, letting his submissive side take the reins. [internally] For now, at least."