[There are no horrors at all! Just IV just-barely covered by the blankets she dragged from her own room when she relocated so that she could have a full-on pile of blankets to lie in.
By the looks of how flushed she is and the way she's panting but slowly starting to relax, though, it doesn't look like she was lying in her last text.]
[...the hand not gripping his phone has relocated to his face. (This may be partially because he wants to cover his eyes so she doesn't get the satisfaction of giving him a boner, but...)]
You couldn't wait ten minutes.
[Is it really not worth five extra minutes of waiting for him, IV? He's hurt.]
He can't help...watching her as she gets up, and he's distracted enough that he sits down on the bed (and scoots back, so his back is almost against the headboard) without even remembering to be reluctant about it.
He sort of appreciates the pile of blankets. Especially since they smell like her now, too.]
[She likes it, when he follows orders so obediently.
(she likes it a lot)
Once he's up on the bed, though, she follows him, nudging him to slip down onto his back so that she can pull his hands up above his head and lift a thick lock of hair to start looping it around his wrists.]
You know, I'm glad your hair is long enough for this...
[He should because of the other kinds of things that IV approves of. Like kissing him, and wrapping her mouth around his cock, and riding it too.
Grabbing another lock and starting to loop it around from the other direction to make it more secure, she lets out a satisfied hum and shifts - to get a better look at what she's doing, of course, and nothing more than that, why else would she be doing it? - until she's all but straddling V's face. Of course there's nothing untoward about her motivation, but at the same time... she's right there, V.]
[...well. There went the last of his resolve, between feeling his wrists secured and hearing her tell him he should be ~glad she approves~ and now...this.
(resist fucking her, that's possible. resist eating her out? not as much.)
He can't get his hands free, of course, so instead he just lifts his head up and flicks out his tongue to taste her. He thinks that'll do a good job of getting her attention.]
[For all that she'd been the one to put herself over his face that way, she hadn't expected him to give in so easily.
(she approves of it, fuck but she approves of it, of him following orders so perfectly even when she doesn't even say the words)
Lifting her arms, IV grabs at the headboard with both hands and grips on tight. Rocks her hips down in encouragement, because she's still wet and sensitive from her actions while she was alone but it's been long enough for that sensitivity to pass the threshold of good instead of her being too oversensitive.
That slightest flick of his tongue and she already wants more, wants to gasp and yell for him and make sure that there's no secret about the fact that she's getting off and he's the one getting her off.]
[He shuts his eyes and begins in earnest, laving his tongue over her and occasionally sucking at her clit. He wants to bring his hands down and rest them on her hips, and he almost tries before he remembers again that they're tied with his hair (and that turns him on a lot more than he thought it should).
He hears him moaning his name, tastes her in his mouth, and there's no way he wasn't going to be completely hard after about five seconds of that.
(He sort of wants to respond, but. mm. his mouth is a bit occupied right now.)]
[And fuck, it doesn't take much of his doing that to have her incoherent above him. She's hot and calling his name and practically coming undone within minutes, and no matter how much she wants this to last, it-- that's not going to happen. Not if he keeps this up, not if she lets him keep going with that mouth of his.
Slowly, reluctantly, she pulls herself up and off of him, settles down beside him to try to compose herself for a few moments. She's shaky and panting, skin flushed all over with need, and she'd be embarrassed by it except that... if the positions were reversed then she'd approve, wouldn't she? If it were V coming undone because of her, she'd want to see him. She'd want to know the effect she'd had on him.
(and besides, she-- she can trust him. She can be human around him, can be vulnerable and needy without worrying about being weak, because he's Chris. He's her brother.)
So she lets herself give in, lets him see the flush of her skin and the way her breath hitches every time she moves and brushes her legs together. And, eyes on his, she shifts herself to settle down between his legs and start on his pants.]
[He's disappointed, when she pulls away, when he can't keep working on her, tasting her, making her cry out...
But seeing her flushed and panting in front of him, because of what he did...that's worth it. That's something he wants to see more of. (She's beautiful like that, vulnerable, open.)
Then she's undoing his pants, and asking him in that matter-of-fact way of hers, and god that makes him shiver.]
...Yes. Please.
[His tongue darts out and he licks his lips without thinking.]
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I am going back to the store and leaving you there.
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im sure ryoga wouldnt say no for too long once i got my shirt off
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He's almost hesitant to touch his door, but finally he gives it up and shoves it open.
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By the looks of how flushed she is and the way she's panting but slowly starting to relax, though, it doesn't look like she was lying in her last text.]
Ne, ani, I told you that you took too long.
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You couldn't wait ten minutes.
[Is it really not worth five extra minutes of waiting for him, IV? He's hurt.]
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IV, stop that.
IV, he is trying to be irritated and not horny right now and you aren't helping.]
If you've been waiting all day, why couldn't you wait five extra minutes?
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Besides, I was thinking about you coming home, and that only made it harder.
[She pauses.]
...well. Wetter, I guess.
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(don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it)]
...I'm assuming my services aren't required, then.
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Get over here. We're testing this, like I said.
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So that wasn't just IV being IV, then.
He takes his hands off his face so he can fold his arms.
(also he's just starting to process that she was waiting for him all day and the covered eyes won't help him now)]
...With my hair? Really?
[He's not going to admit he's intrigued.]
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With your hair.
Go on, get on the bed.
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He can't help...watching her as she gets up, and he's distracted enough that he sits down on the bed (and scoots back, so his back is almost against the headboard) without even remembering to be reluctant about it.
He sort of appreciates the pile of blankets. Especially since they smell like her now, too.]
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(she likes it a lot)
Once he's up on the bed, though, she follows him, nudging him to slip down onto his back so that she can pull his hands up above his head and lift a thick lock of hair to start looping it around his wrists.]
You know, I'm glad your hair is long enough for this...
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On the one hand, he's surrendering the control of his limbs (and something attached to his scalp) to IV.
On the other hand...well, they're the same reasons, aren't they?
He tries to watch, as she ties him, but it's difficult to look at something directly above your head.]
Should I be glad you approve?
[It was supposed to come out sarcastic, but...it didn't, really.]
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[He should because of the other kinds of things that IV approves of. Like kissing him, and wrapping her mouth around his cock, and riding it too.
Grabbing another lock and starting to loop it around from the other direction to make it more secure, she lets out a satisfied hum and shifts - to get a better look at what she's doing, of course, and nothing more than that, why else would she be doing it? - until she's all but straddling V's face. Of course there's nothing untoward about her motivation, but at the same time... she's right there, V.]
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(resist fucking her, that's possible. resist eating her out? not as much.)
He can't get his hands free, of course, so instead he just lifts his head up and flicks out his tongue to taste her. He thinks that'll do a good job of getting her attention.]
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(she approves of it, fuck but she approves of it, of him following orders so perfectly even when she doesn't even say the words)
Lifting her arms, IV grabs at the headboard with both hands and grips on tight. Rocks her hips down in encouragement, because she's still wet and sensitive from her actions while she was alone but it's been long enough for that sensitivity to pass the threshold of good instead of her being too oversensitive.
That slightest flick of his tongue and she already wants more, wants to gasp and yell for him and make sure that there's no secret about the fact that she's getting off and he's the one getting her off.]
F-fuck, V. Chris. Ah, ani, more...
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He hears him moaning his name, tastes her in his mouth, and there's no way he wasn't going to be completely hard after about five seconds of that.
(He sort of wants to respond, but. mm. his mouth is a bit occupied right now.)]
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Slowly, reluctantly, she pulls herself up and off of him, settles down beside him to try to compose herself for a few moments. She's shaky and panting, skin flushed all over with need, and she'd be embarrassed by it except that... if the positions were reversed then she'd approve, wouldn't she? If it were V coming undone because of her, she'd want to see him. She'd want to know the effect she'd had on him.
(and besides, she-- she can trust him. She can be human around him, can be vulnerable and needy without worrying about being weak, because he's Chris. He's her brother.)
So she lets herself give in, lets him see the flush of her skin and the way her breath hitches every time she moves and brushes her legs together. And, eyes on his, she shifts herself to settle down between his legs and start on his pants.]
Ne, ani, should I suck your cock?
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But seeing her flushed and panting in front of him, because of what he did...that's worth it. That's something he wants to see more of. (She's beautiful like that, vulnerable, open.)
Then she's undoing his pants, and asking him in that matter-of-fact way of hers, and god that makes him shiver.]
...Yes. Please.
[His tongue darts out and he licks his lips without thinking.]
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