goddamngrenades: (imma swan princess)
Agent York | Taylor Murray ([personal profile] goddamngrenades) wrote 2015-09-25 02:58 am (UTC)

Stopping is the last thing on my mind right now.

[ The very last. The first being a mix of 'oh god oh god oh god' and 'fucking FINALLY' and 'this can't be real' but he's. Working through each of those at his own pace. Not like he's about to go anywhere. Not like he wants to. ]

I need to move. Just- touch? May I touch?

[ He kind of has a thing about her hair. Holding it, combing his fingers through it, mussing it up- less about red hair in general and more about it being hers. Held back, combed tight, bound up under her helmet. But he doesn't move his hands. Keeps them on her thighs, lip caught between his teeth as she keeps winding him up. Probably impossible not to feel how he's gone hard and if she weren't straddling him? It'd be pretty damn visible. ]

You? [ It shouldn't be a question but- it's like being given permission and it breaks the dam. Suddenly he's full of words and eager to share them. ] Holding me down, maybe tying me up, you know? Using me how you want. Me I- i'm easy, I'm happy you're here, anything else is cake but i need you to tell me what to do. What you want. I need you to quit teasing me and let me touch you- oh god-

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