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drabble #0.1
kink: sexual frustration
The air is thick; crested with a sticky humidity that stings as it hits his throat. How long is this going to take? He’s answered your questions, said yes to the things you did right and asked for more when you missed. But you’re being coy; fingers dancing over the tight curve of his thighs as your lips press kisses into his fevered skin.
It’s been so long since you’ve touched him, really fucking touched him, that it’s starting to itch now and his cock is throbbing out a pulse that echoes against the back of his head, but you keep your distance, denying him, frustrating him.
He doesn’t want to beg. Fuck. He shouldn’t have to.
The drip of his pre-cum burns and his breaths are coming out in haggard pants.
[ shit. shit. shit. SHIT. ]
Enough. He can’t stand it. “Oi,” he grits. It’s supposed to be commanding, intimidating, laced with the power of his rank and well-honed experience; but it sounds more like a whine. He scowls.
You hum in response and the ensuing vibrations make him twitch, hips bucking and toes curling into the sheets. Damn it.
“Can you… ah, shit. Get on with it?” You’ll see through that. He knows you will and the flick of your gaze confirms his fears.
[ don’t say with what. don’t say– ]
“With what?” The smile your lips quirk into would have been mesmerizing if it hadn’t come with the added pressure of your teeth. They prick, the sharp point of your canines dragging ruby streaks along his ivory skin. He bites his lip to silence his answering moan.
“Shit, ow. Either suck me off or get off of… of… mmm, fuck. Get off of me and let me–ah!”
You nibble a bruise beside the wiry tuft of hair that blooms above the juncture of his legs. “Let you do what?” You ask, pink tongue laving over the splotchy mess you’ve left behind.
Levi growls. He’s never pushed back against your requests [ orders ] in the bedroom. He’s never wanted to. But that was before tonight. “It’s… it hurts.
[ shit. move your goddamn hand. no. better idea. put your mouth on it. ]
Wait. What did he just say?
“… Uh, I mean–”
That–it came out wrong. He’s not asking for a reprieve. Not this early. Don’t say that he’s–
“Awe,” you croon, lifting off of his lap to coil your arms around his clammy neck. “That’s not like you… to complain this early, I mean. What do you want me to do? How can I help you?” The cooling smoothness of your lips against the cut of his jaw makes him shiver.
Don’t, he pleads silently, teeth gritted and breaths heaving. Don’t ask me that. Don’t make me say it.
You pull away from his tensed form with a sigh, gentling his damp hair back as you opt to show him a ray of mercy. “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Shit. What part of that wasn’t… wasn’t obvious,” he spits.
“Where?”
Levi groans.
“It’s a simple question, captain. Tell me where.” Damn it. You’re always so uncompromising; it’s fucking turning him on.
“My cock...” It leaves him on an exhale, so quiet he’s worried you didn’t hear him and if you didn’t, then he’ll have to go through the whole miserable request again, but when you circle the flat of your palm over his tip he nearly jolts off the bed. “Yes,” he gasps, slate grey eyes fading behind his fluttering lashes. “There. Right there.”
He doesn’t see the brightness of your smile, but he feels the exultation of your laugh as it passes over the stretched flex of his neckline. Yeah, you get off on this pseudo power-play, but so does he, so it makes sense the adage is true: all’s fair in love and war. Or some sort of flowery crap like that. It’s all bullshit. Made up by someone who likely had more self importance than brains. But fuck, he ruminates, battle sharpened senses fading as the wet click of your hand picks up its pace. Love, war, whatever this is, it’s fucking worth it.
“Come on,” he bemoans, hips rutting, knocking you out of rhythm as he tries to force you back down. “It’s not… not enough. It needs to be… ah, shit. Harder.”
[ fuck me with your hand until i can’t think. more. MORE. ]
You uncurl your fingers, digits parting the gossamer threads, spreading his want curiously, delicately from pad to pad. Levi’s head snaps forward, perturbed by the shift in pressure. His dark hair curtains his piercing gaze, but you can feel his observance and you nuzzle your face into the cleft of his powerful neck. “What’s wrong now?”
Tch. How annoying. It’s a goddamn miracle he puts up with you, you know that?
“Is there something confusing about the word, harder? Do you need me to break it down for you or–oi!”
The cup of your sticky palm around the heft of his balls makes his thighs twinge and fills his whirring, sexually frustrated mind with the haziest glimmer of satisfaction. “You’re so needy today.”
Levi hums out a negative, one dutifully restrained fist rapping several knuckles against the headboard as he fidgets.
[ no. needy would be him pulling these lousy straps to pieces and making you touch him. ]
A jerky rip of cloth draws your attention to his irked flailing. “Hey, don’t break those. They’re new,” you scold, running your thumb tenderly along the line of his scrotum.
“Maybe you shouldn’t tie me up then,” comes his cheeky reply, but you ignore it. His right leg is jiggling, arched foot slipping over the bunched mess of sheets at the foot of your bed; a telltale sign that he’s ready to give up on this display of submission, and you know all too well that it’ll be impossible to soothe him then.
Better to give him something to do.
“Make you a deal,” you begin, straddling his splayed legs as you scoot closer to his half lounged frame.
“What?” he barks, but you can already see his heckles lowering. It helps that your other hand has given him the tight squeezes and tugs that he likes against the leaking tip of his cock head.
“If I untie you, will you listen?”
He fixes you with an impassive stare.
“Is that a yes?” You glide your index finger up his shaft, following the vein you know he likes to be teased. He lets out an unsteady exhale and nods. “Good,” you grin, rewarding his acquiescence with another twist and pull of your hand, careful to let his pre-cum gather against your palm.
You elect to keep placating him, so you’re clumsy as you undo the buckles of the wrist restraints. But Levi is patient, body only giving away his burgeoning excitement when his sculpted muscles quake under your unsteady grip. When his arms drop to the bed, you lean back on your haunches, gulping as you try to ignore the straining length that’s twitching under your unclothed cunt. Levi looks up at you, nudging his onyx head against the headboard as his pewter blue eyes linger, hungrily taking in the sight of you, naked in the dark.
He waits for your next command. “Lay down.” And moves without question, sliding under you until his nose is level with your aching clit. He peers upward, hands hovering beside the sensuous lift of your hips, fingers floating along the curves that he longs to touch.
And when you nod, he begins.
notes: (눈_눈)
ngl it’s kinda scary posting my writing again after all this time.