you don't get to touch me yet. (bibi/kavi)
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the only thing worse than his inability to touch her was the ferocious desire to do so. still, kavi didn't dare move his hands. he'd learned early on in their relationship that you do not, under any circumstances, try to outmaneuver a gymnast, especially one as cunning as his lover. and if there was one thing he had mastered in the last year, it was the art of not getting his wrist swatted. he kept the offending hands where they were, flat against his thighs where bibi politely parked them, and he looked; that much was allowed. his eyes wandered over the stripped view in the lavender glow of the string lights, lean legs thrown open, her left hand cupping her chest while her right slipped with clear certainty between her legs. the cotton of her tank top was bunched up so high kavi caught glimpses of her rib cage and the dark lines of her sports bra. her shorts were missing altogether. her delicate fingers tormented herself, and most importantly him, with a confidence he could only admire from afar. he watched, transfixed, as her fingers parted herself again, blossoming into something hypnotic as she trembled under her own touch.
the rule held: don't touch unless i say so. don't intervene. watch. the first time she'd made this rule, he'd been flustered and was immediately overstimulated. what did you do while someone you loved and wanted so fucking badly did something unthinkably intimate in front of you while you just… observed? he'd lasted about forty seconds before he'd broken the rule. the second time, he'd been embarrassed by how quickly he'd gotten hard and had to sit on his hands, mortified, but unable to look away. third time, he was prepared, face serene, sitting cross-legged and zenlike, although his insides dissolved into static. today, exiled to his gaming chair, he didn't feel any more composed than any of the previous rounds. he could do this, wanted to do this even, but it still felt like torture edged with pleasure, crushed into a singular ache that vibrated under his skin. and he had no issue complaining about that.
"this is cruel and unusual," kavi groaned as he shifted in the seat, his fists pressing down onto his knees, hoping that'll physically restrain the rest of him. "objectively a violation of my human rights. please tell the intergalactic council this isn't what i signed up for," he continued because she was so perfectly half-lidded and molten he couldn't tell if his presence even registered. he wanted to reach out, beg for clemency, or at least be permitted to trace the lengths of her thigh, but bibi's rules were as sacred as any cosmic law. her fingers never stilled; they circled, dipped, disappeared, and reappeared slick and unbothered by his protests. every twist and curl of her wrist channeled something new and devastating, parting her mouth open, then drawing out a whine once her fingers slid messily over her clit. she was performing magic of the highest order.
she was always so certain in what she liked, what she wanted—even now, with kavi sitting exactly where she'd arranged him. he could only guess that she was teasing herself for his benefit. and of course he liked it; liked her, liked the arrangement, liked everything about learning from a respectful distance. he tried not to blink, in case he missed something. making mental notes on the curve of her pinky, on the trembling sound of her breath, scanning every twitch and pull of her as she unraveled beneath her hand. the movements of her hands were familiar now to the point that he could already predict where the next shudder would start, and yet he watched each moment as if it was the first time. session by session, he'd built up an internal archive, so when the dam broke, and permission was finally granted, he would know exactly where to go, how to catch her before the aftershocks chased her away.
he swallowed, loud, and shifting again to the edge of the chair, because his cock wouldn't stop broadcasting through his sweats. "i'm making a formal request for early release," he pleaded, checking himself, made sure his hands hadn't drifted—nope, still ironed to his thighs, exactly as instructed. "and/or conjugal visitation rights in accordance with local statutes. i'm happy to submit to a body cavity search if that'll strengthen my case."
