[ because you try to kill me. that's what's on the edge of his tongue, but it doesn't come out. because it's not exactly true, is it? toying with him? yes, constantly. but she's made it pretty clear that killing him isn't on the menu, at least for now. (probably because he'd prefer it.)
with that revelation washing over him... maybe she has a point? maybe he's just denying because he doesn't know what it would mean if he'd just let himself enjoy her attention. (it would be moving the line. he hates how the line keeps moving, but he doesn't know how to stop it.) ]
Yeah, that. ... Pushing.
[ he spends a split second moving to touch her before he remembers he's still cuffed to the bed. his neck feels a little sore where he's certain she marked him, but he's throwing it into the bonfire of things he's trying not to think about. better to direct his attention towards the present: how hard he is, and how the teasing just makes him want the attention more. his hips rock towards her, into her given her current position. ]
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with that revelation washing over him... maybe she has a point? maybe he's just denying because he doesn't know what it would mean if he'd just let himself enjoy her attention. (it would be moving the line. he hates how the line keeps moving, but he doesn't know how to stop it.) ]
Yeah, that. ... Pushing.
[ he spends a split second moving to touch her before he remembers he's still cuffed to the bed. his neck feels a little sore where he's certain she marked him, but he's throwing it into the bonfire of things he's trying not to think about. better to direct his attention towards the present: how hard he is, and how the teasing just makes him want the attention more. his hips rock towards her, into her given her current position. ]