#mmd writes

and you're looking down at him, biting your bottom lip as he looks up at you, tears in his eyes as he strains against his ties and cries for mercy, for you to fuck him into the mattress, for anything you'll give him-

and when you finally do- the relief you both feel. The slide in, the full sheathing of his dick in you, the comfort and weight and oh god why did I wait-

the tease is so worth the wait. because now he has the okay, and he is unstoppable. an engine, a piston thrusting with such speed and intensity, straight up into your waiting hole, and oh fuck that's what life's about, this is what you've been missing-oh jesus fucking christ this is everything-

and when you hunker low, one hand gripping the bed support just above his, one finger tapping the back of his palm, and you start to kiss his neck before whispering, "let me handle this, love," and you feel him relax, just a bit, hands unclenching, and that's when you take over

and you slam your hips, your knees sliding up and down the sheets as you move, the slide luxurious even as it burns, exhilarating you both. he, in ecstasy over the exquisite slide and squeeze within you. you, with just the right angle and just-oh-oh god-oh fuck, you find that spot and slam for all you're worth for as long as you're good for it, like this is all that matters in the world, like this moment can stretch if you can last--

and when, eventually, your hips slow and he looks up with stars in his eyes, and he whispers "I love you" in your ear and kisses you with the taste of your earlier spend on his tongue, you know-

“Hey, Otto, I’ve been wondering…” you trail off, suddenly awkward about what’s been on your mind for the past week.

Otto turns his head to look at you, one eyebrow raised in question.

“It’s kind of about your actuators, but also kind of not? God, I’m saying this all wrong.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to gather your thoughts into one, easy question.

Otto’s eyebrows furrow and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, trying to figure out where this was going.

“You know you can ask me anything, and I’ll do my best to answer your questions,” Otto says slowly. He finishes turning his body so one arm is propped on the back of the couch, head in hand as he waits for you to ask what’s on your mind. He folds his left leg on the couch as he leans closer to you.

You decide that just getting it out there quickly will make it less embarrassing. “If you have sex do you just tell the actuators to chill in the background for a while or do you incorporate them in?” you ask all in one go.

Otto gets a curious expression on his face—half surprise, half something else. His lips part into a small o as he blows out a breath, turning into a devious smirk at the end. You bite the inside of your lip as you wait for him to respond. He has to know what that look does to you by now, right?

“Hypothetically speaking,” Otto prolongs the moment a beat longer, licking his lips without breaking eye contact with you, “I would probably use them to prop me up in the best position so I don’t lose feeling in my arms or legs when I go down on you.”

You feel your cheeks burn but you don’t back away from the conversation. You like it when Otto gets bold. You mirror his body language, facing him fully, leg propped up on the couch and brushing his own.

“Just hypothetically?” you’re not much shorter than Otto when you’re both sitting down. You roll forward, leaning your weight on your leg so your faces are level.

“Well I haven’t been exactly swimming in sexual partners these last few years,” he says.

You smirk and put one hand on his thigh. “Well I’m right here when you’re ready to dive in.”

Otto gives a breathy laugh low in his throat. He leans in as you do and kisses you. You raise your free hand to wrap loosely around the back of his neck as you deepen the kiss. Otto moans as he wraps an arm around your waist to push your bodies closer.