Work Text:
“you’re awful quiet,” you muse softly, focusing your efforts on the knots between your fingers, gaze cold and consuming, not desperate and burning like his.
kaeya answers you with a hum, completely concentrated on schooling his expression. he can’t beg yet, can’t give you that satisfaction, not when you haven’t done anything but brush against him when you restrained his hands.
he squeezes his thighs together to relieve some of the tension building there when you turn to pick up the blindfold behind you and your leather gloves.
“are you embarrassed?” you ask, lifting up his head to pull the blindfold over his eyes. he should be, stripped naked under you and you fully clothed above him.
“‘course not,” he retorts, maintaining his composure. “all you’re doing is staring like a pervert. are you going to fuck me or just stand around?”
you answer by trailing cold fingers down to his nipples, drawing a shaky gasp. when you roll them between your fingers he shudders and goosebumps start rising on his arms. you only notice his hips rolling against your thigh when you feel the skin there become slick and sticky.
shivers run down his spine from your icy touch when you move to hold him still, and he whines from the lack of friction. spreading his legs, you slowly drag the freezing tip of a finger up the underside of his dick, and this time, he can’t hold back the moan that escapes him.
“what’s wrong?” you coo, saccharine and condescending as he squirms. “can’t handle the cold?”
grinding against your fingertip is frustrating for kaeya. it’s too much and not enough all at the same time. “fuck. just put your fingers in me.”
your hands leave him, and he’s left in darkness to imagine your movements from what he hears: opening the drawer next to you, popping the cap on the bottle of lube, watching his legs tremble even as he tries to hide it—
he must shiver noticeably at the thought of that because he hears a quiet laugh from your direction. “impatient, are we?” comes your voice from the darkness before the first ice-cold finger plunges inside him.
kaeya gasps and arches his back hard, straining against the ropes and earning him another approving chuckle from you.
“ready to be good, baby?” you ask, leaning in to lick up the shell of his ear. “ready to ask nicely for what you want?”
“what i want,” he pants, clinging to his remnants of control, “is for you to hurry up and get on with this.”
you sigh, pulling away from him again despite his mumbled protests. “you know, i’m so nice to you,” you ponder, rummaging through your drawer again. “and this is what i get for my kindness? if you wanted me to be meaner you could have just asked.”
he doesn’t get a second to ask what you mean before something else prods at his entrance, smoother than your fingers and rounder.
slipping one vibrator in followed by a second is easy work, but by the time you tape the third to his dick, kaeya’s complaining again.
“shush. all this attention’s going to your head,” you explain. “now, i have dinner plans tonight. and while i’m gone, you can stay here and cum as many times as you like, since you’re so adamant that someone please you.”
clicking the button on the remote, the toys whir to life, and kaeya writhes in the ropes, still unable to see your face as you smile down at him.
“i’ll be back by nine. maybe by then you’ll learn to behave.”