I think that Dex would actually love being held down and over stimulated? He wouldn’t have the option to over think, spiral or feel the obsessive need to control because he can’t. God forbid he’s gagged too? Like?
He’d be a whiny, sweaty, shaky mess and he’d love every second of it, especially if he was exhausted and out of it afterwards?
Maybe he comes home from a particularly hard day, sinks to your feet and just drops his forehead against your thigh, urging you to brush your fingers through his hair.
“Stressful day?” You’d murmur, voice all velvet and purr as he nods, over stimulated and spent.
“Want me to fix that?” You’d whisper, regarding him before he’s nodding again.
He’d be so whiny, wrists tied together with a silk band, held against his chest while he’s moaning around the gag in his mouth. Sweat’s gathered at his hair line, abs tensing beneath your featherlight touch, hips canting upwards as he tries oh so desperately to push his cock further into your hand.
“Stay still for me baby,” You’d murmur, fingers smoothing over the head of his swollen, leaking cock, watching with rapt attention when his eyes roll back and he lets out a muffled whimper. “Can you do that for me, handsome?”
And Dex would nod, breathing heavy as he lost himself in what he knew what be an excruciating night for him: your fist tight around his cock, rhythm torturous in its pace, his cock slick with entirely too much lube because you know it drives him insane when you jerk him off like that, talk down to him and tell him how good he is for you.
And edging him? Fuck, he’d absolutely lose it. And he’d be so damn whiny for you.
Ugh, Dex would be so handsome like that.
