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[odare]

He feels a little more nervous at this. Can he promise that? Can he trust himself to do that? Or will his body do some kind of freeze or fawn thing instead if he's triggered?

He shakes his head. He doesn't remember.

"No, sorry..."

[wildwarden]

"Okay." She said calmly, taking the collar from him and setting it aside. Worry about that later. Night Sky pulled away from him so she could turn them both around to face each other properly, criss-cross applesauce on the bed. She took his hands and looked into his eyes.

"Let's think of something you'll remember. Something weird enough I would register it. Uh. Seashell? Oyster?"

[odare]

He faces her, letting her take his hands. It's good that she takes consent so seriously, but he's not used to this kind of thing at all. He laughs shyly.

"Yeah, I guess oyster works."

[wildwarden]

"Say it a few times for me. Please." She said, squeezing his hands. "Make sure you really remember it. It's important, Finnick. You need to be able to tell me when you don't want something. I don't—" She bit her lip. "I'll never forgive myself if I hurt you."

[odare]

He looks at her, the way she bites her lip, seems genuinely scared of doing anything he's not okay with. It's... Hard to wrap his head around, but he knows he would feel the same if he ever hurt her in a sexual situation.

He sighs softly.

"Okay."

He closes his eyes, pictures the oyster, squeezes her hand with his real one.

"Oyster... Oyster. Oyster."

He opens his eyes.

"I'll remember. Promise."

[wildwarden]

Night Sky would rather die a thousand deaths than ever hurt him. She patiently waited for him to finish before she leaned in to kiss him.

"Good." She murmured against his lips. "I want this to be fun for you, too."

Her fingers crept toward the collar after releasing his hand, holding it up for him to see. "Are you ready?"

[odare]

He kisses her back then looks back at the collar. He tries to impress upon himself that this is serious, that he really does need to be honest with her about what he likes and doesn't like, or it would be bad.

He nods.

"Yeah, I think so."

[wildwarden]

"Hey." She curled her fingers under his chin and aligned their eyes, smiling brightly. "I love you." Kissed him once more, and then started unbuckling the collar, sliding herself into his lap so she could get close and fit it around his neck.

[odare]

"I love you so much, baby girl. Thank you."

He helps her onto his lap, his hands rubbing and caressing her hips, waist, and ass as she collars him. It feels nice around his neck, and there's something psychologically arousing about it, too. Having her claim him physically.

[wildwarden]

She leaned back as she buckled the collar on, tilting his chin up with her fingertips. "How's it feel?" She asked. "Too tight? Not tight enough?"

And when given the confirmation either way and adjusted accordingly, she hooked her finger into the ring and tugged to test it.

[odare]

"It's perfect," he says, feeling hornier by the second. As she tugs it tighter, his breath hitches. He laughs nervously, now getting very excited for what this whole scenario might entail. He pulls her closer by the waist, pulling her legs around his waist and her hips down onto his.

[wildwarden]

It was a good noise. A noise that roused the fire already stirring in her core. And it was so hard to not shove him down and ravish him immediately; the slow press of her hips into his lap making her moan softly.

"That's my good boy." She purred, the collar still pulled taut. "You kept our toys here for me, right?" She was sure she left a strap and a dildo or two around. "You want my cock for your birthday, baby?"

[odare]

He exhales hot and heavy at that praise, his chin still lifted as though keeping his mouth ready for her.

"I do," he breathes. He wants ANY fucking thing she will give him, especially that.

"They're all clean and in the nightstand for you," he murmurs. Along with lube.

[wildwarden]

"Good." She kissed him, harder than all the ones before; tongue delving deep into his mouth, pulling him into it with another tug upon the collar's chain. When she pulled back, it was with scraping teeth over his lower lip.

"Get undressed for me, baby." She purred, loosening her grip so she could slide off his lap. "Nice and slow."

[odare]

He moans into her mouth, opening it readily to allow her in. As she pulls away, he's already dizzy with arousal, all the blood flooding to his cock.

He begins to unbutton his shirt, slowly, watching her. He's hyper-aware of the feeling of both collar and necklace, one signalling her romantic and platonic claim over him, the other her sexual claim. It feels... Very good.

[wildwarden]

Night Sky stood up and dragged the lone chair in the room closer to the bed, flopping down into it and crossing her legs, elbow propped on the arm and her cheek resting in her palm.

"That's it, baby." She said appreciatively, bright eyes watching the way his fingers worked the buttons free. "Let me see you. Mm. Bet you're so hard for me already and I've barely even touched you."

[odare]

As she watches him, his body instinctively does its peacocking thing, posing and accentuating himself to look sexy as he takes his shirt off. But there's a growing sense of discomfort. He doesn't like being... Ogled, as much as one might assume he does. He's done this sort of thing far too many times in stressful and negative situations for it to even feel good with Sky. He inhales, as if to say something, then exhales instead, deflating slightly. It doesn't feel worthy of a whole safe word, but:

"Uh, can we do this a different way? I don't really like being... Watched like this. Sorry." He looks down, his cheeks heating up.

"You- you can undress me though, if you want."

[wildwarden]

"Don't apologize." She said quickly. "If you don't like it, you don't like it." Period. End of discussion.

She dropped her leg down and sat up, beckoning him closer with a finger. "Come here, baby."

[odare]

Finnick nods, walks over to her, still a bit sheepish. Somnius sure has a way of making him feel vulnerable in new and exciting ways. He comes up to the chair, standing next to it, laying his real hand atop hers and waiting for further instruction.

[wildwarden]

She turned her hand over to take his, guiding him to stand in front of her. Night Sky slid her hands up his front, catching on the buttons he hadn't undone and pushing the fabric back so she could splay her hands over his abdomen and chest.

She smiled up at him; laid a kiss to his sternum. "Beautiful boy." She purred, hands sliding back to rest against the center of his back and tease along the hem of his pants. "I'm going to undress you, then you're going to get on your knees and use that sweet mouth of yours until I come, okay?" Another kiss. "Then I'm going to fuck you until you're screaming my name."

[odare]

The touches and praises make him shiver, smiling down at his lover. He puts hands in her hair, stroking it and tangling his fingers in it.

"That sounds perfect, baby," he murmurs sweetly.

[wildwarden]

"You're perfect." She murmured against his skin, laying a few more kisses down where she could reach while she tugged his pants and underthings off, discarding them with everything else.

Once he was fully naked, she reached up to grasp the ring on his collar, tugging him down for a kiss, other hand on his shoulder to urge him to his knees without breaking the seal of their lips.

[odare]

He exhales heavily.

"You're too good to me."

The bar is truly in hell, but he's genuinely not used to being so loved on.

Being naked, her clothed, and tugged down to the floor makes his head spin again. He always had a strong submissive side, but finally submitting to someone he actually loves and trusts is a different kind of drug.

As he kisses her, his hands find her thighs and slide up, up, thumbs rubbing gently against the crease at the tops of them.

[wildwarden]

'Clothed,' barely. Though she had the foresight to put on a dress, at least, so this was slightly less anticlimactic. And of course she wore nothing underneath the floral printed fabric.

Once he was on his knees, hands on her thighs, Night Sky pulled back, finger still hooked in the ring of his collar, applying just a little bit of pressure when she pulled lightly on it. She sat back in the chair, spread her legs a little wider, the skirt of her dress bunching at her hips.

"Take your time, baby." She said softly, releasing his collar to brush through his hair.

[odare]

As she lets go, Finnick exhales audibly through his mouth, a shaky, aroused sigh as he leans forward without hesitation.

He doesn't need to take his time, nor does he need such gentleness from her, although it's nice. She could certainly be more demanding without any protest. Finnick hikes up her dress, which is really not difficult to do, and spreads her legs wider, burying his head between them. He moans as soon as he smells her, tastes her, his tongue softly finding her clit and immediately sucking gently at it. He's incredibly turned on already, his cock hard and leaking onto his lap, but there's nothing to grind against in this position. Somehow, that only makes it better, makes him feel more desperate, as all he can do is wrap his arms around her further and bury himself in deeper.