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[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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