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"Heh. You're so desperate, aren't you, bunny?"
His tone is sultry, vicious, moderately mocking, and most importantly, driving you completely up the wall with want and need and lust. Damn him. How the hell does he manage to fluster you like this every time?
(And yet you love it. That's part of why you're with him.)
"P—please," you whimper. "Please, touch me, kiss me, please, Lohen, please—"
He laughs from where he's standing just a few inches away from you. Your hands are bound next to your head with Cryo that you can't hope to break. The wall behind you is solid but the only direction you're trying to wriggle in is forward because Lohen is there and how the hell does he look so hot in what he's wearing?
You thought his old adventurer's outfit was going to be just another thing he wears, nothing too fancy. You thought that it was normal. You certainly didn't think that it was going to highlight his body more sensually than anything you've ever seen him wear before. However, the fact that it led to this happening was...expected.
You need him. He looks amazing. You want to wrap your hands around his waist and pull him close and let him tease you until you come undone. That vest makes him look amazing. His collarbones. His shirt that's now unbuttoned all the way down to where his vest begins, differently from how he used to wear it, exposing his beautiful chest for you to look at but not touch—
"You're mine. I can do whatever I want with you," Lohen says. He leans against the opposite wall of the narrow hallway. "I don't have to give you what you want by any means."
"Please, Lohen, please," you plead. "Please—anything—"
"Beg harder," he tells you noncommittally. You gasp helplessly, then swallow.
"Please touch me, Lohen."
"Where?" he shoots back.
"A—anywhere you want—please—"
Lohen sighs heavily. "I'll be honest, I wanted to make you beg longer." You give a full-body shudder at the notion; though it would've been sweet to keep on begging for his touch, you are growing impatient. "But you've already been so good, and I'm in a bit of a nice mood today. I suppose I'll just..."
Two bolts of Cryo shoot towards your ankles, bonding you fully to the wall. You gasp at the unexpected sensation, and when your mouth is wide open, Lohen takes the opportunity to spit in it.
"Swallow," he commands. You do, eyes wide, heart beating fast, feeling like a million colors at the same time.
He smirks. "Good bunny."
A moment later his lips are carefully pressing against yours in a closed-mouth kiss that leaves you going positively insane. You need him dirty and intense and so, so messy right now—but he of course doesn't want to give that to you, despite the fact that you can clearly see that he wants to take you just as desperately. You kiss back fervently, opening your mouth and whining the second he pulls away because of it.
"Don't get too greedy, bunny," Lohen tells you, grinning widely. "Otherwise, I might just have to..."
He tightens the binds around all your limbs, smiling as you gasp. You gasp and nod vigorously, having gotten the message quite clearly.
Lohen leans in to kiss you again in just the same way as last time. You do everything you can to match what he gives you. The kiss is nothing but a lingering peck on the lips that sends your heart beating faster than ever.
Lohen moves to your cheeks and places one kiss on the apple of each cheek. He places your cheeks together so that he can rub his face against yours and descend upon your neck.
You gasp when he sinks his teeth into your neck. It's hard. It hurts. Lohen only seems to enjoy the noises you're making and makes you make another noise you didn't even know you could make by latching onto your neck and harshly sucking a bruise there. He bites the skin when he's done.
"What a vocal bunny," Lohen murmurs.
"Ngh..." you mumble helplessly. He laughs before diving in to kiss you again.
His hands are hot and rough against your skin. They trail down from your shoulders. He drags them across your front, pressing in hard enough to hurt. His nails dig into your skin, creating delicious little pinpricks of pain when he squeezes your flesh through your clothing. His hands knead your chest, then your abdomen, then your hips. They slip to the insides of your thighs, making you gasp and whimper.
This time he's having some mercy on you. His tongue penetrates your mouth like an arrow through a soldier's heart. He licks all around, tasting every bit of you, twining your tongue around his. He's giving no effort into trying to make it clean at all, but you don't mind the mess.
"Lohen, please..."
He pulls back and smirks at you. "I think I'll just take you right here," he says, kneeling down. His hands gently push your thighs apart, and he temporarily removes the ice binds so that you can push your legs apart. When he re-materializes them, you can't help but whimper at the look he's giving you. He tilts his head and licks his lips, smiling sharply.
Lohen can't help but admire how you look. He always adores how beautiful his bunny is, how you're so vocal for him, singing like a songbird. He loves to make you moan and whimper. He finds you easy to fluster, and he loves it.
Like now, for example. All he had to do was put on this old outfit, pop a couple buttons open, and boom, you're practically undressing him with your eyes. If he'd realized that he could elicit that type of reaction sooner, he would've dug this out of his closet ages ago.
Seeing you like this is more addicting than anything else in his life. He loves when your eyes flutter shut from pleasure, how your mouth falls open, how you sometimes look conflicted but then give in to pleasure. Especially that last part. He loves seeing how good it makes you feel to let yourself feel good. All at his behest of course. He's the only one who can make you like this, the only one for you...
That pleasure isn't earned without hard work first, of course. It's so fun to prolong your trysts, to see you beg and scream and cry for him to go faster, harder, all while he slows down and stops. Every single time, he has to hold himself back from ravishing you like a man starved because although you're the most enticing treat he could be offered, he believes in savoring the taste first.
"Mine," he says, enjoying how you moan again above him. This view is amazing. You're practically powerless because of him, only able to look down and watch as he takes his time with you again and drives you up the wall for hours. Your eyes are already clouded over with lust and your desperation is palpable in the air. It tastes sweet. His eyes flick to the spot between your thighs...yes, there's even more evidence of your lust.
No time to waste now. Lohen lifts his hands and begins to remove your clothes.