I agree so much with your sunday's hands posts op,,,, it kickstarted these treacherous thoughts,,, mngghhhh,,,,,what if what if what fi,, sunday's fingers in yuor mouth,,,,, bonus if he still has those gloves on,, adn and and adn andnz an,,d, pushing his fingers far enough that those cold rings brush against your lips and knock lightly against your teeth,,,,,,, fffuckjhhg,,,,,,
okokokok WOW.
being on your knees or on his lap, two fingers pressing down on your tongue to the point where drool is starting to collect and you can taste the fabric of his gloves and your saliva is soaking through but neither of you care. he's punishing you for being a brat but you aren't listening because you love when he does this to you.
your tongue even pushes back against his touch? he just presses them harder. he lets you wet the fabric between the two digits-- messy and lewd, by the way-- and he takes keen interest in the way your tongue keeps going over the ring on his index finger and he watches the the way your eyes gleam when you take enough of him in your mouth that your teeth graze the metal.
he knows you're going to bite. he knows the exact look in your eyes that tells him you're about to.
so when you do nip at him, teeth clicking against metal-- he just shoves them deeper until you choke and gag. soft tears well up against your lashline that he just smirks at the sight of. he quirks his eyebrow up faintly as if to say "well?" as if that wouldn't taunt you to do it again
