[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.]
[She can't get enough of him, when he's like this. When he belongs to her and her alone. V, she shares with everyone. Chris, with Michael (with their father, too, as much as Tron isn't their father any more).
But in here... in here, he's not just one or the other. He's V, he's Chris, he's her brother, just as she's IV and Thomasine and Tamsin and his sister. There's no one name that fits who and what they are when they're alone like this, but what does fit is that they belong entirely to one another.
Nobody else can have what they are when they're like this. Nobody else can ever have either of them this way; none of the others who've had them in the past have claimed every aspect of the other like they do now, nobody who shares their lives now, nobody who will yet share their lives. They're the only ones who will ever be able to claim every single part of one another, body and soul and anything else there is to claim.
Part of her wants to untie him, after a thread of thought like that. Wants to let him up so that he can wrap his arms around her while she rides him, so that he can hold her in close as they mark each other and stake a claim that nobody can compete with because she won't let them and she doubts that he would, either. She offered to suck him off, though, and she intends to hold true to that.
(there will be time later to claim him further with their bodies; there will always be time later, because she's not going to let anyone take this away from her)
So she lowers her head, once V's cock is free, laves her tongue over the head with a soft, contented noise at the taste of him. Maybe it should feel wrong to do something like this, given who they are. She thinks, perhaps, that that thought will always remain. The thought that she should regret this, that she should feel bad. But ever actually regretting this? IV can't see that. Not when everything is so perfect, not when V and Chris and ani is everything that she's ever wanted.]
[He's not...restraining himself, as much as he usually does. He doesn't feel as much of a need. Why should he hold himself back when she's holding him back for him?
(sometimes it's a relief to not have to be in control. sometimes it's thrilling to turn it all over to iv, who they couldn't trust, except he does trust her with him even in her recklessness because she's imouto as well)
He lets out a low, breathy moan, and tugs at the knot holding his wrists together.]
[And IV? IV definitely enjoys being the one in control. Getting to touch and taste him and know he'll move to her whims. That he's given up control and he's given it to her.
Ducking down further, she stretches her lips around his cock to take in more of it, fingers wrapping around the base as she starts to bob her head up and down slowly, to run her tongue over the underside and graze her teeth just barely over the heated flesh. She still wants him inside of her. Wants him touching, at the very least, but as torturous as it is to keep this up without having anything in return? It's worth it, to know that the reason he's not touching is because he's tied up for her.
That she's the one in control and there's no arguing that.]
[He arches his hips up into her touch, into her mouth, still tugging at the hair binding his wrists because his whole body feels the need to move.]
A-aah...
[It feels dangerous, to be letting go, to be surrendering himself to her (the loose cannon, the open flame). But there's something exciting about that. He's at her whim, no matter what her whim might be that day.
(he almost wants her to push him, to have him do things he's not quite ready for, make him the one who's being used this time. like he should have been)]
[For now, IV won't push him in that respect. Not more than she has already, not more than it takes to get him to give in.
(she realises that she wants, more than she'd even expected to, to have him make the first move; to feel like she's irresistible, like he can't hold back even if he's got his misgivings about this)
(being in control is good - is perfect - too, though, and if it takes pushing and pulling to get him to the point where he'll make that move? she's certainly not going to ever say no)
She does push, though, in this. In the movement of her tongue over his cock, the way she works her jaw around him and pulls back long enough to press an open-mouthed kiss to the head and better taste the precome there. She wants to push. Wants to see him lose control, so that she can take the strings and make him dance for her.]
[Maybe if it were a different situation, he could handle this, stay V. Maybe if his hands weren't restrained, maybe if he weren't lying prone...but he is. He's at her mercy and she's doing things with her tongue that he's never felt before, and...
His breath is coming in gasps, sharp and deep and hollow, and he can't stop himself from jerking his hips up every so often, because he's getting close already. (He's breathing out her names in a chant, mixed up with each other, IV, IV, imouto, oh god--
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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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But in here... in here, he's not just one or the other. He's V, he's Chris, he's her brother, just as she's IV and Thomasine and Tamsin and his sister. There's no one name that fits who and what they are when they're alone like this, but what does fit is that they belong entirely to one another.
Nobody else can have what they are when they're like this. Nobody else can ever have either of them this way; none of the others who've had them in the past have claimed every aspect of the other like they do now, nobody who shares their lives now, nobody who will yet share their lives. They're the only ones who will ever be able to claim every single part of one another, body and soul and anything else there is to claim.
Part of her wants to untie him, after a thread of thought like that. Wants to let him up so that he can wrap his arms around her while she rides him, so that he can hold her in close as they mark each other and stake a claim that nobody can compete with because she won't let them and she doubts that he would, either. She offered to suck him off, though, and she intends to hold true to that.
(there will be time later to claim him further with their bodies; there will always be time later, because she's not going to let anyone take this away from her)
So she lowers her head, once V's cock is free, laves her tongue over the head with a soft, contented noise at the taste of him. Maybe it should feel wrong to do something like this, given who they are. She thinks, perhaps, that that thought will always remain. The thought that she should regret this, that she should feel bad. But ever actually regretting this? IV can't see that. Not when everything is so perfect, not when V and Chris and ani is everything that she's ever wanted.]
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(sometimes it's a relief to not have to be in control. sometimes it's thrilling to turn it all over to iv, who they couldn't trust, except he does trust her with him even in her recklessness because she's imouto as well)
He lets out a low, breathy moan, and tugs at the knot holding his wrists together.]
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Ducking down further, she stretches her lips around his cock to take in more of it, fingers wrapping around the base as she starts to bob her head up and down slowly, to run her tongue over the underside and graze her teeth just barely over the heated flesh. She still wants him inside of her. Wants him touching, at the very least, but as torturous as it is to keep this up without having anything in return? It's worth it, to know that the reason he's not touching is because he's tied up for her.
That she's the one in control and there's no arguing that.]
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A-aah...
[It feels dangerous, to be letting go, to be surrendering himself to her (the loose cannon, the open flame). But there's something exciting about that. He's at her whim, no matter what her whim might be that day.
(he almost wants her to push him, to have him do things he's not quite ready for, make him the one who's being used this time. like he should have been)]
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(she realises that she wants, more than she'd even expected to, to have him make the first move; to feel like she's irresistible, like he can't hold back even if he's got his misgivings about this)
(being in control is good - is perfect - too, though, and if it takes pushing and pulling to get him to the point where he'll make that move? she's certainly not going to ever say no)
She does push, though, in this. In the movement of her tongue over his cock, the way she works her jaw around him and pulls back long enough to press an open-mouthed kiss to the head and better taste the precome there. She wants to push. Wants to see him lose control, so that she can take the strings and make him dance for her.]
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His breath is coming in gasps, sharp and deep and hollow, and he can't stop himself from jerking his hips up every so often, because he's getting close already. (He's breathing out her names in a chant, mixed up with each other, IV, IV, imouto, oh god--
He needs more, he needs it never to stop.]