#neowww

the first time herm let you slip the gloves off of his hands, you were star stuck.

his hands were the nicest hands you had ever laid eyes on; long dexterous fingers with clipped nails at the tips, knuckles and joints protruding from his skin, beautiful blue veins visible on the back of his hand before they disappeared into his digits, and little droplets of water to top them off. they were absolutely gorgeous, pretty things you understood were covered for a valid reason, but mourned their absence during working hours nonetheless. so when you took him to your home, to your bedroom, guiding him to kneel on your covers adjacent to you, you were quick to slide your fingers into the bands of his gloves.

you brought his hands to your lips, chaste kisses gracing his knuckles as he watched you with lovestruck eyes. you gazed up at him, the corners of your lips curling into a kind smile.

"you should keep the gloves off more often," you whispered, "you have really nice hands."

herm swallowed nervously, a smile of his won wobbling their way onto his thin lips. "y-you like them that- that much?"

"mhm." you ran your tongue up the length of his middle finger, pressing an opened mouth kiss to his fingertip that sent a shiver up his spine. "i love when you touch me with them, but it'd feel even better if i could feel your bare skin against mine, yeah?"

and something sparked inside him.

a warm, wanton spark took his hands out of your grasp, pulled you against his wet body as tightly as they could, and worked to get you out of your clothes.

you blinked, and you were on herm's lap, two long fingers curling in and out of your hole with one hand while the other held the side of your face, keeping your lips on his. his fingertips easily kissed the spot inside you that made your legs grow weak with every thrust. they stretched you out to make room for a third digit, his pace quick and wet and so, so deep inside of you.

your moans and grunts slipped through his lips, noises he happily swallowed as he worked to undo the knot in your stomach with every curl, every scissored motion, every hard thrust to the third knuckle that emitted a squelch. his cock twitched and throbbed its pleas in his boxers, but he couldn't care less about getting you to touch him. knowing you liked a part of him that he felt so ashamed about, his soddened touch welcomed on your figure, his focus was purely on making sure you knew how much he appreciated you, giving you exactly what you wanted.

your hand, once gripping his clothed shoulder for balance, slid down to his bicep, his forearm, all the way back to the wrist of the hand not making you see stars behind your eyelids. you pulled from the kiss with a string of spit connecting your glistening lips, and he watched curiously his hand be guided from the side of your face to the column of your throat. his fingers curled around one side, his thumb taking the space on the other. his large extremity covered the entirely of your neck. not a word said, but a plead laid beneath your gaze-

oh.

oh that's what you wanted.

cool grey eyes widened in realization, and darted to yours with uncertainty, with worry.

"are you- are you sure?" his hand slowed their ministrations, letting your brain out of the lustful fog. "what if i hurt- you'll get hurt?"

"you're not gonna hurt me, my love," you reassured him. you pressed his fingers against the sides of your throat. he could feel your pulse quicken. "squeeze the sides a little. see how you like it."

he did so, closing his grip in around your throat. the gasp that slithered from your lips shot a rush of warmth to his cock. he realized how easily he could strangle you, how simply he could slip and cause you to lose your breath, but the loving daze in your stare urged him to keep his hand around your neck. he loosened his hand then squeezed one more, timing it with a very careful thrust of his fingers inside of you.

"how does that feel?" you asked, flushed and breathless.