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.
"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.
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.
"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.
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?"
"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."
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.
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."
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.
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.
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."
"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.
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.
'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.
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.
In time. Night Sky was still gauging his repsonses; glad they only had that one little hiccup so far.
She hooked a leg over the arm of the chair, spread herself wider still, and sank down, slouched so he did not have to go far to bury his face between her thighs. A shiver rolled through her the moment his tongue touched the sensitive bundle of nerves; made her moan appreciatively. Night Sky sank her fingers into his hair, slid them back, and pressed against the back of his head, holding tight and shoving him back into her cunt if he tried to ease away. "Pinch if you need to." Since speaking might be... difficult with the way she rocked her hips into his face.
Finnick is, as always, more than happy to be smothered by her cunt. Juices smear all over his nose, mouth, and chin as he licks at her, sucking harder on her clit and circling his tongue around it the way he knows she likes, drawing letters with the deft tip of it.
His real hand creeps up between her legs and he inserts his middle finger inside her, lubricated by the slick and the spit, curling the finger toward him to tickle her g-spot.
Night Sky moaned wantonly into the air, uncaring for any other castle inhabitants that might hear her should they wander by. A shock of pleasure rushed through her, the brush of his fingertip along the delicate nerves making her fingers flex and yank upon the strands of his hair hard enough to sting his scalp.
"Harder, baby." She commanded, rolling her hips roughly into his mouth and hand. "Fuck me hard with those fingers."
"MMH--" Finnick moans, loud and muffled into her cunt, as she pulls his hair. Obediently and passionately, his ring finger joins his middle and the two work into her, swiftly and strongly. His thumb on the outside for leverage, it's almost as though he's gripping her pubic bone as he presses those fingertips hard into her g-spot, rubbing back and forth, fucking her skillfully. He continuously moans against her clit as he sucks hard on it, already almost overwhelmed with lust. His hips circle uselessly where he kneels, but he doesn't touch himself, intent on focusing all his attention on serving her first and foremost.
She pulled again for those little pinpricks of pain he seemed to enjoy, then pushed him back into the nearly suffocating heat of her cunt. Between his mouth, the sounds he made, and the talented thrust of his fingers, she was done for only moments later, coming hard with muscles twitching around the digits and her hips grinding into his face.
She held him there even as she came down, shivering and sighing out her pleasure, letting him bask in it until she worried he might suffocate; tugging him back by the hair to look him over.
He tries to breathe as best he can, slowing his movements as she comes down from her climax. He sighs as though he's the one who just came.
As she pulls him back, he'll see his eyes lidded and hazy with lust staring up at her, his brows slightly raised and knitted together, his mouth agape, his face and hand completely a mess with her liquids, and his cock in his lap, still untouched, having produced strings of precome that still drip down onto his thighs.
He doesn't speak, already deep enough in subspace that words aren't coming so easily, that he doesn't want to have to bother with talking. It's so much work. He'd rather be her plaything.
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He nods.
"Yeah, I think so."
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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.
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And when given the confirmation either way and adjusted accordingly, she hooked her finger into the ring and tugged to test it.
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"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?"
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"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.
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"Get undressed for me, baby." She purred, loosening her grip so she could slide off his lap. "Nice and slow."
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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.
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"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."
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"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."
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She dropped her leg down and sat up, beckoning him closer with a finger. "Come here, baby."
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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."
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"That sounds perfect, baby," he murmurs sweetly.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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She hooked a leg over the arm of the chair, spread herself wider still, and sank down, slouched so he did not have to go far to bury his face between her thighs. A shiver rolled through her the moment his tongue touched the sensitive bundle of nerves; made her moan appreciatively. Night Sky sank her fingers into his hair, slid them back, and pressed against the back of his head, holding tight and shoving him back into her cunt if he tried to ease away. "Pinch if you need to." Since speaking might be... difficult with the way she rocked her hips into his face.
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His real hand creeps up between her legs and he inserts his middle finger inside her, lubricated by the slick and the spit, curling the finger toward him to tickle her g-spot.
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"Harder, baby." She commanded, rolling her hips roughly into his mouth and hand. "Fuck me hard with those fingers."
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She held him there even as she came down, shivering and sighing out her pleasure, letting him bask in it until she worried he might suffocate; tugging him back by the hair to look him over.
"Oh, look at you, baby."
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As she pulls him back, he'll see his eyes lidded and hazy with lust staring up at her, his brows slightly raised and knitted together, his mouth agape, his face and hand completely a mess with her liquids, and his cock in his lap, still untouched, having produced strings of precome that still drip down onto his thighs.
He doesn't speak, already deep enough in subspace that words aren't coming so easily, that he doesn't want to have to bother with talking. It's so much work. He'd rather be her plaything.
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