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[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--

He needs more, he needs it never to stop.]

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