a waking whim and a gentle startup to my stillness, thanks for your patience. this is fairly short compared to everything i have in progress right now (which is terrifying and always has me a few seconds away from abandoning it) but we’ll see how i’ll go about it when nearing completion. ♥️
“Please…please let me come, please…” the whimper you swallow comes back up when you feel his hips slam against you again. His pace is deep and agonizing, steady and slow—like he keeps testing a string but refuses to let it snap. The tears in your eyes fall of their own accord and he wipes them every once in a while with a burning hand.
His reply to your plea is nothing but a soft chuckle before he continues to split you open in the best way possible, like you’d begged for. When you open your mouth again, a croak you don’t readily call yours leaves you and your eyes snap shut. You wail again.
“Ravus! Ple—Please!”, your bound hands pull and strain and he admires the way muscle announces itself at the effort. Snapping your legs shut is impossible, if they hadn’t been feeling like jelly for the past minutes, your lover holds them open wide with a vice grip. The sensation of flesh and metal starkly different and alluring.
You welcome any touch he’s willing to give you right now.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this what you said? You told me you wanted me to break you.”
You don’t expect his voice by your ear but the heat of it has you arching up into him. Your chest presses into his half naked one. He hasn’t pulled the tight white undershirt off all the way, and leaves it ridden up over his pectorals. The warmth you offer him makes him lay some of his weight on you, comfortably.
Meeting his gaze has heat rush your body and, between your pants, you lean up to kiss him. His words don’t fall on deaf ears but you have no coherent response. He lets your silence slide, momentarily, to indulge in your lips.
You are overwhelmed by your want for him.
Despite his demeanor everywhere else, your prince doesn’t deny you this one. His lips are soft but abrasive in their motions against yours. The kiss has no tongue, he doesn’t allow it, but he catches your lower lip between his teeth before grasping your frame by the jaw. You try to kiss his fingers or his hand before he does so, but he denies you again, and turns your face to look at him.
“Answer me, love.” he refers to his earlier question.
A cry rips through your lips again and he stills inside you, deep inside you; he holds your hips firm against his. Your squirming is no match for his strength, brute and beautiful in its manifestation. You’re lost in the way he looks down at you—mismatched beauty everywhere you look settles you into a hypnotized silence.
A delay in response has him bucking into you, so deep still, and it makes your breath hitch and eyes flutter before you nod, frantically. Ripped back to your sweet reality.
“Please…” he mocks you lovingly, with a rare grin, and lets go of your face to keep you still against him. You smile timidly at his mirth, behind a stained face, flushed skin, and disheveled hair—he likes you like this. You never complain if you see him smile.
He rams into you, knocking breath after breath out of you every other thrust. The whines leaving you have him kissing you like he wants to drink them, and then he speaks against your lips.
“I’m gonna come inside you.” and you nod, whisper desperate confirmations.
“Come for me.” he whispers his permission soon after, and he settles back to watch you unravel, hips working relentlessly to have you let go. He lets go of your legs, letting you kick and curl your toes, wrap them around his hips, do as you please. His pace continues and he rumbles, primitively and deep within his chest, feeling a rush of new warmth inside you. He remains quiet to hear your song and you don’t disappoint him. You give him coo after whine after groan after moan. You whisper a hoarse ‘thank you’ you don’t think he hears.
But he does and he squeezes your thighs as he comes.
He fills you with a choked curse, like he’d promised and you coil up into your lover, gripping your restraints. He doesn’t meet you like he did earlier, his brain is in a scatter now.
“Ravus…” is pulled from your lips in a genuine moan and he greedily takes his time pulling out of you.
You hiss when he does completely , and he settles with newly relaxed shoulders. There’s little falter in untying you and he does so with a heaving chest as he breathes deep through his nose.
It takes you a minute or two to regain your breath but he lets you and watches you the whole time, teasing patterns on your heated skin with cold metal.
He lays beside you, finally fully out of his clothes and comfortable. Ravus praises you, he whispers, “You did wonderful.”
Kisses press to your neck in adoration.
You breathe out your nose something like a laugh, wipe what’s left of your tears and turn to him slowly, settling into his chest, satisfied and in love.
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