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[weirdnecro]

"Oh, so it was just your water rising! You could have said. I was trying to be delicate."

She huffed at him, putting her hands on her hips after stripping off the shirt. She didn't go into the water just yet, knowing he'd distract her for...well. Being delightfully tactile and naked. Also, he used a pet name on her. An endearment even!

"Piccolo, I'd cover you in wax, to make you flinch and have you arch under my hands as I massage the dried wax off of your skin. I could scratch you slowly over your back, slowly, dragging my nails over your skin, sharp and raising welts. I could whip you with a crop, with a whip. I would walk on top of you and sit on your face, smothering you while demanding you please me."

Sokie leaned forward, smoothing her hand over his jawline. "I could choke you until you weep, so I could kiss the tears away."

[knowmyplace]

There's the viciousness that he so desperately wanted. He leans forward to kiss her instead, all but gasping at the descriptions that flow like honey from her lips.

"Would you take pleasure in it?" he murmurs. "There's no need for delicacy here. Not between us. I want to see you for what you are. It's what I adore most about you."

[weirdnecro]

"Oh, is that what it is."

She kissed him back, and offered a light bite on his lips. "If I didn't want to watch you squirm and plead..."

Her tongue peeked between her lips. "I wouldn't have said a word, darling dear."

[knowmyplace]

"Then join me. Stir the blood a little," he grins. "And I will let you put your hands wherever you'd like them to go."

[weirdnecro]

"Promises, promises." She offered him a mock sigh.

But she did step into the tub, moving to straddle his lap.

"But you want to mix cruelty and bathwater...then I'll have to make sure you won't drown."

[knowmyplace]

"Is there anything magic cannot accomplish?" he teases, his hands sliding along her hips.

[weirdnecro]

"Oh, plenty." She huffed, smiling, as she moved to kiss him, lingering for a few moments.

As she pulled back, her hips started to rock lazily.

"And plenty I can't do while shackled, so to speak. But I get by."

[knowmyplace]

He shifts his own hips underneath her. "What a vision that is," he murmurs. "You - shackled quite nicely."

[weirdnecro]

She offered a quiet laugh, rocking slowly on top of him.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you want me in chains." Her voice was a soft tease. "Perfect for you to drag around."

[knowmyplace]

She's already having an effect on him and he feels himself grow harder under her touch. It doesn't help that he's still imagining her shackled and bound.

"To twist and move to my wants, yes. But this isn't about me, is it?"

[weirdnecro]

She could feel him grow harder against her skin, and she offered a low, happy sigh.

"Well, isn't it? This is me doing things to you, pleasing you?"

She gently pressed her hands against his shoulders.

"Pleasing each other? Perhaps...having crawling on my knees for you would be for both of us. Mm?"

[knowmyplace]

He cups her face with one hand, taking her chin in his fingers, and leans forward to kiss her. "Now you really are teasing me."

[weirdnecro]

She laughed quietly, not denying it at all. But she did go quiet for the kiss. Even if she did nip at his lips.

[knowmyplace]

He sighs and raises his hips against her. "You are killing me," he murmurs, his other hand reaching down to guide her hips.

[weirdnecro]

"It's so fun to tease you." She murmured back, letting him guide her back to where they both wanted.

[knowmyplace]

He raises up, guiding himself inside of her, just slowly rocking his hips up against her. "I think it's more fun not to," he says with a playful little pout, as much as he can manage with a happy sigh.

[weirdnecro]

Sokie offered a shivery little sigh, pressing her chest against him so she could rock her hips down against him. "Oh? Should I be silent?"

She gave his shoulder a little nip. "Only chanting your name? Would it help, signore?"

[knowmyplace]

He doesn't mind the easy pace, enjoying the gentle rock of her weight on him, enjoying the tightness around him. "If you're going to bite me, then do it," he mutters. He's free of marks at the moment, but it's not uncommon to see bite marks along his shoulders along with the scars.

[weirdnecro]

It's a good pace. A seeming lazy one to start. "All right." Her words come out quiet, and she bares her teeth, before biting him in earnest.

She wasn't a cat, but she did try to make the bite hurt.

[knowmyplace]

He cries out in blissful shock, pushing up harder into her as he does. He shudders, one hand going to her hair, pulling sharply as he swears in soft Italian.

[weirdnecro]

She offered a gasping little moan at the sharp movement, and she bucked her hips and jerked her body against him.

She licked at his skin, before biting him again, beside the other bite mark.

[knowmyplace]

He cries out again, keeping her close, merciless as he drives himself into her again and again.

"Just like that," he mutters, the pain arcing through his shoulders. "You make it hurt so - delightfully."

[weirdnecro]

"Mm, well, I'll make sure to keep doing it. But do you also want...?"

She let go of him with her teeth, only to try to rake down his sides with her nails, digging in.

[knowmyplace]

He shudders out a breath, feeling her nails against the scars along his ribs. "Say it," he mutters.

[weirdnecro]

"Me to scratch your body up so I can soothe it later." She murmured into his ear, pressing their bodies together.