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Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ her expression softens at his reassurance, even if it may be a little silly, given that she isn't the one with her wrists bound. she assumes that this may be something that's more in his wheelhouse—she doesn't want to... ruin the experience for him, in a sense, nor does she want to betray the trust he's put in her. the weight of it feels significant, but not heavy; she finds that she wants to bear it, and maybe later when she's alone, she'll realize the meaning behind that. ]
All right.
[ for now, she pulls away from him and removes her blouse and trousers, leaving her in just a lacy bra and panties. they're fancier than what she would normally wear; even underwear was not exempt from the black-tie requirement, it seems. when she settles back on the bed, she sits on her knees between his legs and just looks at him for a while, taking her time to let her gaze wander from his face down his chest to his abdomen. by now, they both know how quickly they respond to each other and it's easy to get swept up in his rhythm. while she's never had any complaints about it, it's not often that she has him like this: spread out beneath her, invitation and excitement in every line of his body.
eventually, she rests both hands below his sternum, sliding them down until they reach the waistband of his slacks. one finger traces over the half-hard shape of his cock against his fly, down and back up again. ]
I want to take our time tonight, [ she says as her eyes find his. ] And I'd like to start by tasting you again. [ she thumbs over the button of his slacks, slowly undoing it. ] May I?
[ honestly speaking, it's rare for the two of them to be together in this situation without immediately putting their hands all over each other. the experience of being laid out on the bed and subject to the weight of clorinde's gaze is new and unique, but not unpleasant—quite the opposite, in fact, testament though it is to his trust in her. the sweep of her eyes along the lines of his body feels almost as intimate as a caress, raising goosebumps on his skin, his stomach tensing slightly and his nipples hardening.
when finally clorinde's palms come to rest on his skin, tseng feels primed for—for what? anything, whatever she wants to give him. usually it's him on the giving end, not the receiving, and that lends a particularly keen sweetness to the moment. ]
Mm. [ his cock twitches under the brush of clorinde's fingertip, a reaction tseng couldn't hide and doesn't try to. ] I'd like that too, actually. Please.
[ the slowness of her teasing is almost unbearable, but being made to bear it only heightens the pleasure when the moment of release finally comes, so tseng is content to let her take her time in having her way with him. ]
[ there's a tension in his frame that she rarely sees, muscles taut as if ready to spring at any moment. tseng's preferred wardrobe of slacks and button-down shirts is certainly nice and highlights his lean frame, but here she's reminded of the breadth of his shoulders and chest, the gentle taper of his waist; things often hidden beneath those same tailored lines. she sees and feels the way his stomach tenses under her fingers and feels an answering ache in her lower abdomen, heat flushing through her as she tugs his slacks and underwear down around his thighs. ]
If there's something you like, [ she murmurs, not unlike the first time she'd done so back in his suite. except this time, when she finally takes his cock in hand, she leans in to press gentle kisses along the length of it. ] Tell me.
[ the last time she did this, she'd taken her time to get accustomed to his taste and size. now, she takes her time to feel his warmth against her cheek and nose, to remember the places where he'd liked: the spot just below the ridge, the sensitive vein along the underside. she has yet to take him fully into her mouth, but neither is she in a rush to do so, content for now to simply worship his cock with her lips and tongue. ]
[ without the ability to touch with his hands, tseng has to content himself with hungrily drinking in the sight of clorinde as she eases his slacks down and bends forward over his cock. the touch of her hand feels like a cool balm against overheated flesh, but there's no relief at all, not when everything she does makes tseng feel like he's going to lose his mind to his desire for her. ]
I'll tell you, [ he promises, and then, ] ah, mm...
[ although ordinarily more reticent in bed, tseng doesn't have it in him right now to hold back any of the noises that want to spill forth from his mouth. even though clorinde hasn't actually taken him in her mouth, the press of her tongue and lips against his length is dizzyingly good, enough to make tseng's breath come heavier and his lips part on quiet noises, his gaze dark and eyes lidded as he looks down the length of his own body at her.
restlessly, his legs shift on the bed, bracing his heels against the mattress and spreading his thighs for her. or at least as much as he can, given the constraints of his slacks where they're still taut around his legs. the additional restraint only serves to arouse him more. ]
[ there's no touch of his fingers in her hair for her to go off on, but that's fine—his voice is more than plenty. normally, he'd be the one coaxing those same sounds from her, distracting her with his touch and his mouth that she often can't hear him in the midst of it. but there's nothing preventing her from hearing him this time, and each little gasp and moan goes straight to her cunt, only sharpening the ache from earlier.
by the time she makes her leisurely way back up to the head, she finally takes it between her lips, suckling lightly while tonguing the slit, picking up the taste of his desire that'd gathered there. her hands leave him momentarily to slide along his legs, pressing them back down from where they'd risen against her sides; a wordless request for him to remain still. only after he lowers them does she take more of him into her mouth, reaching a third of the way down his cock before pulling back up to lavish the head with more attention. she repeats that for a while, getting a little lower each time until she reaches the base, pulling off completely to stroke him with her hand. ]
How are you doing? [ her voice is low, husky, and maybe she shouldn't expect him to carry a conversation at this point, but she likes the way his voice sounds strained with arousal. ] Are your wrists all right?
[ at the press of clorinde's palms to his thighs, tseng obediently lowers them to the mattress again, although he can't help the way his muscles tense and his legs shift slightly when she begins to swirl her tongue luxuriously around the head of his cock, already wet with precum and achingly hard. he stares, transfixed, as her lips part around the girth of him, and as she begins to bob her head to take more and more with each pass, tseng finds his own breath coming quicker, blood throbbing in his veins to make him all the more sensitive to every single touch.
he feels half-crazy by the time she pulls back off of him, and it takes a moment for tseng to find the coherence to respond to her question. ]
They're fine, [ he gathers his voice to say, tugging lightly at the restraint as if to indicate that all is well. he's not even chafing, that's how well she'd tied him. ] But Shiva, Clorinde, your mouth... I think I might lose my mind.
[ there's honesty in his tone and a touch of reverence too, the obvious admiration tseng has for her and his attraction to her mixed with his awe at this new situation they've found themselves in. ]
[ after everything, it's the honesty that makes her cheeks flush, that nearly makes her avert her gaze despite being the one with a hand on his cock. she's never doubted the things he'd said and it isn't as if she's unused to praise and admiration. but perhaps it's because it's from him—someone that she admires, someone that she respects, someone that she l—
her exhale is shakier than it should be, a quiet laugh partially muffled against her fingers as she brings her lips to the head again. ]
You can. I wouldn't mind if you came right now. [ her eyes drift shut as she nuzzles against the vein, mouthing lightly beneath the ridge. ] Would you like that more than coming in my mouth?
[ whether or not it's what she intends, the words call up an immediate image of what it might look like were tseng allowed to come on clorinde's face. the thought sears through him with a heat that's shocking, making tseng's cock twitch noticeably in her hand and his breath catch in his throat as he struggles against the impulse to do exactly that, to come right now instead of in her mouth.
he manages to wrest the impulse down again with some force of will, panting softly when his eyes open again to gaze down at her. the press of her lips just below the head of his cock makes tseng shiver, his thighs quivering briefly. ]
I would rather come in your mouth. [ it's not like they've never said things like this to each other before, so why does it make tseng feel oddly shy to admit? ] Please, Clorinde...
[ his cock throbs in her hand and for a moment, she thinks he would make a mess of her face. she could almost feel it—she's felt him come enough times now that she could imagine the heat of it on her cheeks, dripping down her lips and chin. she wants that, she thinks. maybe not this night, but later, when she's able to get him like this again. she hopes she can.
for now, she doesn't hide the affection in her gaze as she takes him into her mouth again, less teasing in the way she slides the circle of her mouth down about halfway. her cheeks hollow out with a languid suck at full flesh, the seal of her lips stretched tight around him; she'd missed the weight of him on her tongue, the texture of smooth skin as she swallows around him. he'd said please, after all, and he's been very nice so far. although, she isn't sure if that's mainly because he wants to be, or because it's their first time in this scenario.
she holds herself there when he nudges the back of her throat, lets him fill her mouth completely with a soft moan. there's something about letting her focus narrow down to just his cock in her mouth that's almost liberating, a lightness that she doesn't often have the luxury or the opportunity to feel. maybe this is the appeal of it—trust given freely and just as easily accepted, pared down to just her instincts and his voice. ]
[ if anyone can, clorinde can—all she needs to do is ask.
not that tseng is thinking about a next time, right now. he can barely even think about anything except what's happening right in this moment: the intoxicating heat of her mouth, the look of affection in her eyes as she swallows him down again. tseng's teeth dig unconsciously into his lip, only to release on a breathless gasp as clorinde's tongue drags along the sensitive vein along the underside of his cock. he feels strung taut, every fiber of him straining with the conflicting desires to come and to never let this end.
in the end, it's the sound of her voice that does him in. the sound, a little muffled by his cock in her throat, and the vibration of it that ricochets through tseng's oversensitive nerves and leaves him panting, struggling against the urge to lift his hips up into her mouth. ]
Fuck, Clorinde—I'm—
[ and that's the warning she gets, all tseng is capable of before orgasm comes over him like a tidal wave. it sweeps through every inch of his body, outward from the tight knot of heat in the pit of his stomach, his cock twitching and throbbing in the moments before he spills into clorinde's mouth with a bitten-off curse and a low, emphatic moan. by some minor miracle he manages to keep his eyes open, although lidded, watching in awe as she swallows what she can. ]
[ she's more conscious of it this time, watching and waiting for the signs so that when she hears that first curse, she's ready for the hot spill of his come in her mouth. she's better about swallowing, breathing through her nose as her throat works around him, careful to not let any spill out onto the bed or his slacks; keeping it neat and efficient, as it were. it's the perfectionist in her resurfacing once more. but mainly, she likes feeling and tasting the way he falls apart beneath her; likes hearing the rare, shaky desperation in his voice and seeing that awed look on his face as if she's done something worthy of it. the weight of it settles over her like a warm touch, makes her want to both bask in it and deflect it, because this is what she feels every time he touches her—the overwhelming intensity of pleasure, mind-numbing and all consuming in its wake.
she doesn't let up until he's finished, gentling the suction of her mouth before easing off slowly, flicking her tongue over the head of his cock as an afterthought. she licks her lips once she sits back on her heels, running her palms along the outsides of his thighs in soothing passes. her gaze is dark, her own arousal still apparent, but she ignores that in favor of admiring the look on his face. ]
[ tseng is too well-trained to really let his senses slip away from him, but honestly, it's a close thing. the white noise of orgasm consumes him, leaving him feeling stupid with pleasure and full of both satisfaction and incredulity at how attractive it is, seeing clorinde's throat work and knowing she's swallowing his spend. just the thought is enough to earn another full-body shiver before tseng slumps back against the pillows, panting softly.
the question makes him chuckle and force his eyes open again. endorphins are like a warm blanket settling over him, filling his limbs with the unique lassitude that only comes post-orgasm. what does he look like, that clorinde would feel compelled to ask if he's all right? maybe he looks as thoroughly taken apart as he feels. ]
I'm all right. [ his voice comes out warm, pleased. ] More than all right. Kiss me?
[ he can't pull away from the bindings on his wrists to do it himself, after all, so he has no choice but to beg a kiss off clorinde instead. a prospect tseng finds he doesn't mind, in fact—if it's clorinde who's in charge, he knows he's in good hands. ]
[ she's seen many of his expressions by now, has memorized them even if she didn't mean to at the start. and while the context of the expression he has currently isn't exactly new, it's still rare to see the lines of his face softened by post-orgasm bliss, satisfaction in the curl of his mouth and the languid slump of his body; debauched and disheveled. it's a good look on him, one that she doesn't often get the chance to really appreciate.
but the request is new, kiss me instead of come here. the restraints are the reason for it, of course, but the newness still sends a little thrill down her spine—the ease with which he asks it of her; another sign of the trust that he has given her and being comfortable with it. it feels sweeter, more intimate, a different kind of warmth cutting through the heat of arousal that simmers beneath her skin.
she stretches out against him carefully, mindful of his sensitivity as she leans down to kiss him. it's slow and tender, more gentle than they're used to in this context, though the way she licks into his mouth belies her desire. ]
[ it is a new request, although not a decision made consciously. in the pleasant, sticky afterglow tseng feels even more acutely his adoration and desire for clorinde, the trust he has placed in her that she has never once betrayed. he tilts his head up into the kiss she gives him, sweet, intimate, lips parting so their tongues can slide together. full of desire, but also full of emotion in a way that makes tseng's chest swell on the inhale.
even having climaxed only a minute or two ago, tseng finds that there's still arousal simmering hot in his lower belly. well, that should be no surprise, the two of them being who they are—when was the last time they got in bed together and were satisfied after one orgasm? but tseng is in no position to take control right now. all he can do is hum against clorinde's mouth and, when they pull apart, rock his hips up a little in suggestion. ]
Clorinde. [ her name tastes sweet in his mouth. tseng's cock, still half-hard and rapidly hardening again, slides against the wet heat of her cunt and makes him shiver. ] How do you want me?
[ her hands slide along the length of his body, her touch slow and gentle as they smooth over his sides. she marvels at the way he tilts his head up, the way he continues to meet her despite being restricted in movement, still so eager despite having come just a moment ago. it's unsurprising, but the way it makes itself known is what takes her by surprise—a reminder in a different perspective of the depth of his desire.
she breathes in sharply, lashes fluttering at the slick slide of his cock along the wet seam of her cunt; she indulges in it for a moment, rolling her hips down to meet his so that the head of his cock rubs over her entrance with each rock of his hips, catching along the rim of it. ]
Like this, [ she manages in a half moan, pushing herself onto her knees and bracing a palm against his abdomen. ] Stay just like that.
[ she arches her back just enough for his cock to slip in, sinking down his length in one smooth slide. her arousal makes it deliciously easy, and she finds herself biting her lip once he's seated completely inside, taking a second to savor the fullness before she starts riding him in earnest. ]
Oh, fuck, [ tseng almost whispers, his voice tight and breathless in the back of his throat as clorinde shifts his cock into position and sinks fluidly down onto it. she's so wet, so hot inside he can barely breathe for it, and the position combined with the restraints still fastened around his wrists leaves tseng dizzy and wanting.
so soon on the heels of his last orgasm, he finds that he's unbearably sensitive, and yet every movement of clorinde's hips stokes a hot, greedy hunger in him. stay just like that, she said, but tseng can't help the way his hips shift, rocking up slightly to meet each downward roll of clorinde's hips. he wants to braces his hips against the mattress, wants to fuck up into her until she cries out and comes all over him, but he's behaving—he's being good, for now.
instead, because his hands are literally tied and he can do nothing else, tseng lets his gaze rest hot and heavy on clorinde as she rides him. his eyes trace every soft curve, every lush line of her body, from her hot, dripping cunt up the smooth plane of her stomach, the bounce of her breasts, the sway of her back as she arches and the tension in her thighs as she lifts and lowers herself. she's stunningly beautiful, the most captivating sight tseng thinks he's ever seen. ]
[ it's tempting to chase her pleasure, to give in and ride him with the same fervor she had at the smoked egg just a few months ago. but there was an urgency then that's absent now, even if she's already so close, her cunt quivering around him each time she takes him to the root. she feels the shift of his hips, the way he tries to meet her despite his position and she finds herself smiling a little, knowing the restraint it takes for him to resist.
clorinde doesn't normally make demands of him; that they're usually aligned in their desires is part of what makes being with him so enjoyable. but the fact that she didn't have to say anything more than her initial request of taking things slower, that he's honoring it even now—it makes her shiver, makes something ache in her chest so sweetly, and it takes effort to hold herself back. she slows her pace with a shuddering breath, not so much lifting herself anymore as she simply grinds against him, the head of his cock nudging up against her deepest, sensitive spots. ]
You're so good, [ she sighs, smoothing her palms up his abdomen to brace against his chest. whether she means how he feels or how he's behaving she doesn't clarify, but likely both. her back bows in a smooth curve, her hips rocking almost gently against his. ] I want you to come for me again. Would you?
[ if the lift and roll of clorinde's hips was intoxicating, then the shift to a slow, deep grind is nearly overwhelming. tseng has to turn his head, to press his face against his own bicep so he can muffle a curse there—shiva, she takes him so perfectly, as though he was made to be inside her. it leaves his head spinning, even as he finally gathers himself enough to lift his gaze and meet hers again.
it's almost funny, to be asked if he'd come for her again. surely she can tell how taut tseng's self-control is pulled, how easily she could push him to that knife's edge of pleasure and then over it again. it feels like her asking is a tease in itself, and one that tseng welcomes. ]
Of course, [ he says, trying his best to keep his voice steady even as his cock twitches obviously inside her at the very thought. ] Of course I would.
[ it's rare to see tseng like this, so overwhelmed and on the brink of his self control. she can almost feel the tension in his shoulders and arms, knowing that he could easily break out of the restraints at any time he wanted—it likely takes more effort for him to refrain from doing so, to continue to allow himself to be held at the mercy of her touch and pace. but he stays, looking up at her with such affection in his gaze that heat flushes through her entire body, tightening the clutch of her cunt around him.
she's so close and she knows he is, too. sitting up fully once more, she slides a hand down her stomach, parting slick folds to reveal how she's stretched around his cock, how his skin shimmers in the dim light of the room with her slick. ]
With me, [ she says, breathless, her middle finger finding her clit and rubbing it in time with each slow grind. ] Come with me.
[ it doesn't take more than that. her body seizes up, her head falling back with a low, agonized moan as her cunt flutters around him, slick drenching his cock while she rides out the tremors. ]
[ helpless to do anything else, tseng lets his gaze follow the path of clorinde's hand over the smooth plane of her stomach and down to her cunt, where she spreads herself to let him see how his cock settles inside her, the perfect stretch of her body to accommodate him. clorinde is so beautiful tseng can hardly stand it, every inch of her body perfect, and when she presses her middle finger to her clit tseng can't help the way it draws a low, pained noise from his throat, an expression of how desperately he wants to touch and taste her. ]
Yes, [ he murmurs back, ] yes, please—
[ that's it for him. clorinde's cunt tightens around him in a familiar, intoxicating ripple of sensation, and tseng has no resistance left in him. he arches his back, his hips lifting unconsciously to press as deeply into her body as he can, and then he comes with a groan, filling her with the hot rush of his spend. it's an orgasm that seems to last for ages, jolts of unbearable pleasure and too-sharp sensation, and when it passes tseng slumps back against the pillow, panting and sweaty and utterly sated.
he has to force his eyes open to look up at clorinde—he hadn't even realized he'd closed them—and when he manages to focus on her, it's with a little smile that suggests exactly how fucked stupid he is right now. ]
[ his hips lift to press deeper into her and she rises with them, biting her lip at the hot flood of his come immediately after, coating her insides as he's done so many times before. she feels each jolt of his body, each shudder and gasp, the intensity of it feeding into her own to drag out the pleasure slow and sticky like hot honey. her hips twitch minutely, savoring the last few pulses before he slumps back down with her following closely.
she reaches up to free his wrists, a simple tug undoing the knot as the rope falls away off the side of the bed. it doesn't look like there was any chafing, but she rubs her palms gently over his skin anyway, rubbing down his forearms to encourage circulation from where he'd kept it above his head the whole time. there's nothing, however, that could prepare her for that little smile on tseng's face when he opens his eyes again, warm with affection and satisfaction. he's always soft in the afterglow, but something about this feels a little different—sweeter, maybe, more indulgent, and she finds herself momentarily gripped with an overwhelming surge of fondness.
she bracing her elbow against the mattress to hold herself up as she gently brushes his hair from his face, leaning down to kiss him. ]
[ clorinde kisses him, then kisses him again, and for a long moment all tseng can think is that this must be what bliss feels like: warm and shivery and a little intoxicated, drowning in the sweetness of her body and her smile.
reality must set in eventually, of course. tseng's higher brain functions come online one by one, little by little, beginning with the pinpricks in his hands as circulation begins to flow again. she'd tied him well, his wrists don't ache at all, but there's only so much that can be done against the inexorable work of gravity. tseng lifts his arms and brings them around clorinde's waist instead, stroking gently down the sway of her back. ]
Very good, [ he admits without shame, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ] Surprisingly exhausted, considering I barely did anything at all.
[ well, that's probably where the exertion came from. it takes more work for him to be still than for him to move. tseng tilts his chin up so their lips touch again, a soft ghost of a kiss. ]
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All right.
[ for now, she pulls away from him and removes her blouse and trousers, leaving her in just a lacy bra and panties. they're fancier than what she would normally wear; even underwear was not exempt from the black-tie requirement, it seems. when she settles back on the bed, she sits on her knees between his legs and just looks at him for a while, taking her time to let her gaze wander from his face down his chest to his abdomen. by now, they both know how quickly they respond to each other and it's easy to get swept up in his rhythm. while she's never had any complaints about it, it's not often that she has him like this: spread out beneath her, invitation and excitement in every line of his body.
eventually, she rests both hands below his sternum, sliding them down until they reach the waistband of his slacks. one finger traces over the half-hard shape of his cock against his fly, down and back up again. ]
I want to take our time tonight, [ she says as her eyes find his. ] And I'd like to start by tasting you again. [ she thumbs over the button of his slacks, slowly undoing it. ] May I?
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when finally clorinde's palms come to rest on his skin, tseng feels primed for—for what? anything, whatever she wants to give him. usually it's him on the giving end, not the receiving, and that lends a particularly keen sweetness to the moment. ]
Mm. [ his cock twitches under the brush of clorinde's fingertip, a reaction tseng couldn't hide and doesn't try to. ] I'd like that too, actually. Please.
[ the slowness of her teasing is almost unbearable, but being made to bear it only heightens the pleasure when the moment of release finally comes, so tseng is content to let her take her time in having her way with him. ]
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If there's something you like, [ she murmurs, not unlike the first time she'd done so back in his suite. except this time, when she finally takes his cock in hand, she leans in to press gentle kisses along the length of it. ] Tell me.
[ the last time she did this, she'd taken her time to get accustomed to his taste and size. now, she takes her time to feel his warmth against her cheek and nose, to remember the places where he'd liked: the spot just below the ridge, the sensitive vein along the underside. she has yet to take him fully into her mouth, but neither is she in a rush to do so, content for now to simply worship his cock with her lips and tongue. ]
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I'll tell you, [ he promises, and then, ] ah, mm...
[ although ordinarily more reticent in bed, tseng doesn't have it in him right now to hold back any of the noises that want to spill forth from his mouth. even though clorinde hasn't actually taken him in her mouth, the press of her tongue and lips against his length is dizzyingly good, enough to make tseng's breath come heavier and his lips part on quiet noises, his gaze dark and eyes lidded as he looks down the length of his own body at her.
restlessly, his legs shift on the bed, bracing his heels against the mattress and spreading his thighs for her. or at least as much as he can, given the constraints of his slacks where they're still taut around his legs. the additional restraint only serves to arouse him more. ]
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by the time she makes her leisurely way back up to the head, she finally takes it between her lips, suckling lightly while tonguing the slit, picking up the taste of his desire that'd gathered there. her hands leave him momentarily to slide along his legs, pressing them back down from where they'd risen against her sides; a wordless request for him to remain still. only after he lowers them does she take more of him into her mouth, reaching a third of the way down his cock before pulling back up to lavish the head with more attention. she repeats that for a while, getting a little lower each time until she reaches the base, pulling off completely to stroke him with her hand. ]
How are you doing? [ her voice is low, husky, and maybe she shouldn't expect him to carry a conversation at this point, but she likes the way his voice sounds strained with arousal. ] Are your wrists all right?
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he feels half-crazy by the time she pulls back off of him, and it takes a moment for tseng to find the coherence to respond to her question. ]
They're fine, [ he gathers his voice to say, tugging lightly at the restraint as if to indicate that all is well. he's not even chafing, that's how well she'd tied him. ] But Shiva, Clorinde, your mouth... I think I might lose my mind.
[ there's honesty in his tone and a touch of reverence too, the obvious admiration tseng has for her and his attraction to her mixed with his awe at this new situation they've found themselves in. ]
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her exhale is shakier than it should be, a quiet laugh partially muffled against her fingers as she brings her lips to the head again. ]
You can. I wouldn't mind if you came right now. [ her eyes drift shut as she nuzzles against the vein, mouthing lightly beneath the ridge. ] Would you like that more than coming in my mouth?
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he manages to wrest the impulse down again with some force of will, panting softly when his eyes open again to gaze down at her. the press of her lips just below the head of his cock makes tseng shiver, his thighs quivering briefly. ]
I would rather come in your mouth. [ it's not like they've never said things like this to each other before, so why does it make tseng feel oddly shy to admit? ] Please, Clorinde...
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for now, she doesn't hide the affection in her gaze as she takes him into her mouth again, less teasing in the way she slides the circle of her mouth down about halfway. her cheeks hollow out with a languid suck at full flesh, the seal of her lips stretched tight around him; she'd missed the weight of him on her tongue, the texture of smooth skin as she swallows around him. he'd said please, after all, and he's been very nice so far. although, she isn't sure if that's mainly because he wants to be, or because it's their first time in this scenario.
she holds herself there when he nudges the back of her throat, lets him fill her mouth completely with a soft moan. there's something about letting her focus narrow down to just his cock in her mouth that's almost liberating, a lightness that she doesn't often have the luxury or the opportunity to feel. maybe this is the appeal of it—trust given freely and just as easily accepted, pared down to just her instincts and his voice. ]
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not that tseng is thinking about a next time, right now. he can barely even think about anything except what's happening right in this moment: the intoxicating heat of her mouth, the look of affection in her eyes as she swallows him down again. tseng's teeth dig unconsciously into his lip, only to release on a breathless gasp as clorinde's tongue drags along the sensitive vein along the underside of his cock. he feels strung taut, every fiber of him straining with the conflicting desires to come and to never let this end.
in the end, it's the sound of her voice that does him in. the sound, a little muffled by his cock in her throat, and the vibration of it that ricochets through tseng's oversensitive nerves and leaves him panting, struggling against the urge to lift his hips up into her mouth. ]
Fuck, Clorinde—I'm—
[ and that's the warning she gets, all tseng is capable of before orgasm comes over him like a tidal wave. it sweeps through every inch of his body, outward from the tight knot of heat in the pit of his stomach, his cock twitching and throbbing in the moments before he spills into clorinde's mouth with a bitten-off curse and a low, emphatic moan. by some minor miracle he manages to keep his eyes open, although lidded, watching in awe as she swallows what she can. ]
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she doesn't let up until he's finished, gentling the suction of her mouth before easing off slowly, flicking her tongue over the head of his cock as an afterthought. she licks her lips once she sits back on her heels, running her palms along the outsides of his thighs in soothing passes. her gaze is dark, her own arousal still apparent, but she ignores that in favor of admiring the look on his face. ]
Are you all right?
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the question makes him chuckle and force his eyes open again. endorphins are like a warm blanket settling over him, filling his limbs with the unique lassitude that only comes post-orgasm. what does he look like, that clorinde would feel compelled to ask if he's all right? maybe he looks as thoroughly taken apart as he feels. ]
I'm all right. [ his voice comes out warm, pleased. ] More than all right. Kiss me?
[ he can't pull away from the bindings on his wrists to do it himself, after all, so he has no choice but to beg a kiss off clorinde instead. a prospect tseng finds he doesn't mind, in fact—if it's clorinde who's in charge, he knows he's in good hands. ]
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but the request is new, kiss me instead of come here. the restraints are the reason for it, of course, but the newness still sends a little thrill down her spine—the ease with which he asks it of her; another sign of the trust that he has given her and being comfortable with it. it feels sweeter, more intimate, a different kind of warmth cutting through the heat of arousal that simmers beneath her skin.
she stretches out against him carefully, mindful of his sensitivity as she leans down to kiss him. it's slow and tender, more gentle than they're used to in this context, though the way she licks into his mouth belies her desire. ]
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even having climaxed only a minute or two ago, tseng finds that there's still arousal simmering hot in his lower belly. well, that should be no surprise, the two of them being who they are—when was the last time they got in bed together and were satisfied after one orgasm? but tseng is in no position to take control right now. all he can do is hum against clorinde's mouth and, when they pull apart, rock his hips up a little in suggestion. ]
Clorinde. [ her name tastes sweet in his mouth. tseng's cock, still half-hard and rapidly hardening again, slides against the wet heat of her cunt and makes him shiver. ] How do you want me?
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she breathes in sharply, lashes fluttering at the slick slide of his cock along the wet seam of her cunt; she indulges in it for a moment, rolling her hips down to meet his so that the head of his cock rubs over her entrance with each rock of his hips, catching along the rim of it. ]
Like this, [ she manages in a half moan, pushing herself onto her knees and bracing a palm against his abdomen. ] Stay just like that.
[ she arches her back just enough for his cock to slip in, sinking down his length in one smooth slide. her arousal makes it deliciously easy, and she finds herself biting her lip once he's seated completely inside, taking a second to savor the fullness before she starts riding him in earnest. ]
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so soon on the heels of his last orgasm, he finds that he's unbearably sensitive, and yet every movement of clorinde's hips stokes a hot, greedy hunger in him. stay just like that, she said, but tseng can't help the way his hips shift, rocking up slightly to meet each downward roll of clorinde's hips. he wants to braces his hips against the mattress, wants to fuck up into her until she cries out and comes all over him, but he's behaving—he's being good, for now.
instead, because his hands are literally tied and he can do nothing else, tseng lets his gaze rest hot and heavy on clorinde as she rides him. his eyes trace every soft curve, every lush line of her body, from her hot, dripping cunt up the smooth plane of her stomach, the bounce of her breasts, the sway of her back as she arches and the tension in her thighs as she lifts and lowers herself. she's stunningly beautiful, the most captivating sight tseng thinks he's ever seen. ]
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clorinde doesn't normally make demands of him; that they're usually aligned in their desires is part of what makes being with him so enjoyable. but the fact that she didn't have to say anything more than her initial request of taking things slower, that he's honoring it even now—it makes her shiver, makes something ache in her chest so sweetly, and it takes effort to hold herself back. she slows her pace with a shuddering breath, not so much lifting herself anymore as she simply grinds against him, the head of his cock nudging up against her deepest, sensitive spots. ]
You're so good, [ she sighs, smoothing her palms up his abdomen to brace against his chest. whether she means how he feels or how he's behaving she doesn't clarify, but likely both. her back bows in a smooth curve, her hips rocking almost gently against his. ] I want you to come for me again. Would you?
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it's almost funny, to be asked if he'd come for her again. surely she can tell how taut tseng's self-control is pulled, how easily she could push him to that knife's edge of pleasure and then over it again. it feels like her asking is a tease in itself, and one that tseng welcomes. ]
Of course, [ he says, trying his best to keep his voice steady even as his cock twitches obviously inside her at the very thought. ] Of course I would.
[ he would do anything for her. ]
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she's so close and she knows he is, too. sitting up fully once more, she slides a hand down her stomach, parting slick folds to reveal how she's stretched around his cock, how his skin shimmers in the dim light of the room with her slick. ]
With me, [ she says, breathless, her middle finger finding her clit and rubbing it in time with each slow grind. ] Come with me.
[ it doesn't take more than that. her body seizes up, her head falling back with a low, agonized moan as her cunt flutters around him, slick drenching his cock while she rides out the tremors. ]
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Yes, [ he murmurs back, ] yes, please—
[ that's it for him. clorinde's cunt tightens around him in a familiar, intoxicating ripple of sensation, and tseng has no resistance left in him. he arches his back, his hips lifting unconsciously to press as deeply into her body as he can, and then he comes with a groan, filling her with the hot rush of his spend. it's an orgasm that seems to last for ages, jolts of unbearable pleasure and too-sharp sensation, and when it passes tseng slumps back against the pillow, panting and sweaty and utterly sated.
he has to force his eyes open to look up at clorinde—he hadn't even realized he'd closed them—and when he manages to focus on her, it's with a little smile that suggests exactly how fucked stupid he is right now. ]
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she reaches up to free his wrists, a simple tug undoing the knot as the rope falls away off the side of the bed. it doesn't look like there was any chafing, but she rubs her palms gently over his skin anyway, rubbing down his forearms to encourage circulation from where he'd kept it above his head the whole time. there's nothing, however, that could prepare her for that little smile on tseng's face when he opens his eyes again, warm with affection and satisfaction. he's always soft in the afterglow, but something about this feels a little different—sweeter, maybe, more indulgent, and she finds herself momentarily gripped with an overwhelming surge of fondness.
she bracing her elbow against the mattress to hold herself up as she gently brushes his hair from his face, leaning down to kiss him. ]
How are you feeling?
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reality must set in eventually, of course. tseng's higher brain functions come online one by one, little by little, beginning with the pinpricks in his hands as circulation begins to flow again. she'd tied him well, his wrists don't ache at all, but there's only so much that can be done against the inexorable work of gravity. tseng lifts his arms and brings them around clorinde's waist instead, stroking gently down the sway of her back. ]
Very good, [ he admits without shame, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ] Surprisingly exhausted, considering I barely did anything at all.
[ well, that's probably where the exertion came from. it takes more work for him to be still than for him to move. tseng tilts his chin up so their lips touch again, a soft ghost of a kiss. ]
What about you?
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