"Nnngth!" When he realizes he's feeling her bare ass he convulses with lust. Oh fuck oh fuck, she feels so good settled against him. And her weight pinning him down both excites and relaxes him. A shuddering breath eases between his shivering lips as he beholds her with eyes so dilated they look black.
"I love you..." Max whispers huskily as her soft lips caress his chest. All of him thrums with devotion for her. He's never safer than when she's got him in her arms. He can relax and give himself to her completely. "Valdis!"
The sound of her name coming from his throat and the shivering and shudders running through him make her heart race faster. To be wanted so badly by someone she loves more than anything in this world or the next thrills her in a way she hasn't felt for so long. A feeling she never thought she would feel again. She kisses up his chest, to his neck, slowly, deliberately, and she also shifts her hips back and forth against his groin, letting him feel her and yet denying him at the same time.
"Max." She whispers in reply, her tongue flicking out and dragging up his throat.
Then, just to tease him a little more, one hand reaches behind her to massage his cock a little harder than her ass can.
"Valdis he moans, tilting his chin up to give her access as more whimpers climb the back of his throat. She knows exactly how to drive him mad. His fingers convulse where they're pinned at his sides. She's taking him apart piece by little piece with each, kiss, lick, and shift of her hips.
And then she reaches back to stroke him! Pleasure explodes in his chest, and he bucks against her without meaning to, so needy he can't control himself. But he must. He must! He promised to be a good boy.
"Valdis...O-oh....fuck..." he groans again, pleadingly. She knows he's weak for her every move. He can't help it, but he's trying his best.
Her tongue drags up his chin, to his ear, and she grabs his earlobe with her teeth, tugging gently. The sudden spasm beneath her isn't unexpected, she knows she's pushing him to the edge and she wants to send him over when she finally releases him to take her in any way he wants. She can feel his need, but it's not enough, she needs to push him harder. She continues to run her hand up and down his length for a few more moments, continuing to lick and kiss his cheeks, his neck.
"How badly do you want me?" She purrs
Then she bites him right where his neck meets his shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to hurt.
"Mmmm!" He wiggles even more under her as her teeth drag his earlobe. The answer goes without saying but he knows part of the game is having to actually use words when he feels like he's made of pudding with whipped cream for a brain. But fuck it's hard. (Physically and metaphorically.)
"I-I...AH! God, p-please, I need you so much I'm gonna explode!" He bursts out as she goes right for his sweet spot with her teeth. He bucks wildly, without even realizing he's doing it, "Pleeeease, harder."
He's strong and he almost dislodges her when he bucks, but her hand reaches for his, shifting her weight to release it and twine her fingers through his, her teeth now nibbling across his throat to the other side, and up to his ear.
"Soon," she purrs. "But I'm not going to be a good girl for you."
Her teeth land in that same spot on his neck and she bites him again, as hard as she can without injuring him too badly. She's certain it will bruise though, and she likes the idea of that.
Just that one word, soon, sends a delicious shiver down his spine. His fingers grip hers desperately as she nibbles her way over him, each little scape of teeth feels like it's setting off explosions behind his eyes.
"I like it when you're naughty to me," he purrs back, though it lacks the same gravitas when he's nearly breathless while doing it.
And then her teeth find their place in his flesh and he howls in agonized pleasure, all of him alight with electric tingles. "Fuckfuckfuckyesssss," he hisses, tilting his chin away to give her more room. He can feel the bruise already blooming. He won't be able to keep himself from touching it for days. Every time he'll be thinking of this exact moment.
Downstairs, Shasta also howls, and there's a small crash, presumably one of the other three doing something naughty. Valdis laughs against the bruise, not at him, but in delight at how they've built this life together. They have a home, they have pets, jobs they love, friends. Despite the danger, they are all alive and together.
She squeezes his hand, brushing her lips against his neck and up over to his mouth, where she kisses him, gently, lovingly, softly, with all the passion of something more than just sex, because to her, this has far more meaning.
It's been about two weeks now since Capochin arrived on the island and he's already found a few places he frequents. The Oak & Iron, obviously, and Empty Pockets, both for evening wind downs. The general store for cigarettes a few times a week. The Burger King for his and Hector's lunch. But there is no place he visits more frequently than Max's bakery. He'd initially popped in for muffins for breakfast and to offer interviewees but the minute he discovered there were bagels, and damn good ones, he began going in there daily for his breakfast--- an everything bagel with plenty of cream cheese!
Like clockwork, he arrives with his little black coffee in hand and pats the counter. "Mornin', Max! It's a good day for solvin' mysteries. I feel it in my bones. How you doin'?"
He laughs too, loud and booming. "I'm choosing to consider that applause."
If he could freeze this moment in time, he would, so he could come back to it over and over. This. This is everything he's ever wished for. This life he's built with her, with them all, is the fulfillment of his deepest desires. It all started with her.
Just when he fears he'll be overcome with emotions and start crying for joy as she kisses him so lovingly, she reminds him he's already in the middle of something very important. And he's allowed to touch now!
"Fuck, you look so sexy in this," his fingers trail over her bodice, teasing at the stays but not undoing them. "I want to run my hands up and down you, I want to wind you up just as bad as you got me."
It still amazes Max, sometimes, how quickly a new face can become a regular and established part of his morning. Capochin has definitely become that. It a comfort to him to see the guy in every morning like clockwork. Makes the world seem like it's running as it should. It also guarantees his bagels are never going to go out of style.
"Good morning!" he responds brightly as he sets the already prepared order on the counter. Extra cream cheese for his loyal customer, no extra charge. "It's looking like another beautiful day and I'm feeling pretty good. What kind of mysteries do you have for today? Anything spicy?"
Capochin gladly accepts the bagel and takes a huge bite right before being asked a question, which he has to chew aggressively to try and answer. Capo may be brash, but talking with his mouth full? Out of the question! He was raised in Drain, not a barn.
He swallows his bite of delicious bagel and leans in conspiratorially. "Alright, so we got a couple. Foist, we got Yorick, who has kindly hired us to figure out where the hell his shoes went when he died the other day. Apparently he took Mayor Poe on da Tunnel o' Love and got catapulted off the waterfall up north. Da Mayor's fine. It was just him. Unlucky bastard."
"Then we got Dr. Menelikov, who asked us to figure out who's been borrowin' his jewelry. They always put it back, but whoever it is ain't been askin' first. My money's on Nimona. I saw her with some fancy gold earrings yesterday that were not her style, like at all. And she's sneaky."
"Then, if you're lookin' for somethin' real spicy, Erik had a bit of a dine n' dash situation at his night job and he asked us to figure out where the jerk lives and shake him down to pay his bill. I put Basira on dat one, she's the scariest Boy we got. Seriously, who steals a blowjob? What's the woild comin' to, Max?"
Valdis says in answer to both statements. She smiles against his lips, shifting slightly so he can feel her against his length as he runs his hands down her bodice, his fingers lingering on the stays. She'd chosen this one for the ease of access he would have, so he could feel the excitement of revealing her, so he could tease and enjoy her body as much as she enjoys him.
"And I want the same, but also..."
She slips her hand across his chest and down under the pillow, pulling out her enforcer's cuff.
Max bends down over the counter, enraptured. Look, just because he's a sweet and honest boy does not mean he doesn't love some good gossip.
"Poor Yorick... he's never going to make it to second base if that keeps happening." There's unlucky and then there's whatever the hell is going on with that guy.
Max decides not to comment on Nimona's antics because, yeah, that sounds like her. But he's not a snitch.
That last one, though, has him roaring with laughter. Spicy indeed. "Oh my god? I'm asking Erik about it the next time I see him." Who does that? "Basira? Does Daisy know that's what she's doing at her day job?" Help, this is all just too funny. Did erik send someone else on purpose just to make it more embarrassing for the perpetrator? That's his guess. Good luck living that down whoever you are.
His eyes go wide when he realizes it's handcuffs she's showing him. A bolt of lust shoots down through his belly so fast his cock rocks in place against her. Suddenly, there's not a speck of saliva in his mouth. This is no small thing she is offering him. His first urge (well, after the initial reaction) is to ask her if she means it. He resists that. Of course she means it. She wouldn't offer if she didn't trust him. That is a gift more splendid than any other she could give him.
He doesn't answer in words, but he closes his hands on the cuffs as he dives into another passionate kiss, saying yes and thank you with his whole soul because words will never be enough. As soon as he does have to come up for air though, he's asking, "Should we switch places?"
"Daisy... You mean that scowlin' blonde who keeps comin' around the office? I should hope she knows, seein' as she keeps lurkin'. You know her?" He leans against the counter, looking up with interest. "And hey, Bizzyboyin' is good honest work! We help people! And our uniforms are very sharp, thank you very much."
He doesn't actually take any offense--- he knows that the Bizzyboys are decidedly less serious than your typical police force, mercenery corps, or private investigator. But he's still proud of his work and has no problem ribbing Max about it.
His reaction is exhilarating, so much so that when he lunges into that kiss she dives down to meet him, burying her fingers in his hair and never wanting it to end. Nothing about him has ever concerned her, if there was any hesitation to give him this gift, it vanishes within that kiss and the intense desire to have him inside of her to give him the chance to be the dominant one.
When the kiss breaks and he asks his question, as respectfully as always, she giggles softly.
"Yes, and you don't have to be gentle about it."
She knows he will be still careful, that he will check in because this is new for her, because he's a good partner and he loves her...and she loves him.
"Yep. That's her!" That's the most accurate description he can think of. "She's kind of my adopted older sister. One of them. And, oh, no, I didn't mean to imply you weren't. I just think it's kind of funny that Erik sent someone else to do it since, like, I know him pretty well, too. He's a vampire. He could probably have sniffed out the culprit himself if he felt like it."
The love he feels for her never changes, but a wicked little grin crawls onto his face when she tells him he doesn't have to be gentle. He'll never hurt her for real and they both know it, but now and then it's fun to use some of his own muscle. So, he puts the handcuffs in his teeth with the same energy as holding a rose in them during a tango, and grips her by the hips as he pushes up and rolls them both over together, aiming to come out straddling on top of her.
He'll guide her hands up above her head and hold her there by the wrists, telegraphing what he plans to do next, which is to put the cuffs on above her head. He considers attaching her to the bed with them but decides that might be too much. Besides, he wouldn't be able to move her around that way, and he loves the idea of that much more.
"Make sure to tell me if these get too tight," he cautions as he moves to close them on her. He means it. He doesn't want to cut off blood flow at the wrong moment. But, in the interest of keeping the roleplay mood going he adds, "Say please and I'll loosen them for you~"
She releases a small huff of laughter as he flips them, pushing her into the bed with his body as he rolls her over. Now it's her turn, and her body yearns for his touch. There's a spike of excitement when he guides her hands over her head, those butterflies fluttering in her abdomen, sinking down lower as he snaps the cuffs around her wrists.
"I don't say please," she replies, keeping up the act.
It's so different with him, the heat, the desire. She knows he's there to pleasure her as much as she wants to pleasure him, a fact that turns her on so easily she wishes she had let herself feel far sooner than she had.
Since he didn't secure her to the bedframe, she grips it with her hands, something to brace and pull against as he does with her what he pleases.
"I'm glad the vampire thing doesn't bother you. I know he pretends like it doesn't, but it bothers him when people treat him differently about it." Max doesn't let anyone disparage him over that in his earshot.
"I do," Max answers, absolutely glowing with pride. "But, yeah, I plan to spoil each of them a little bit. I don't want to go too overboard, though. I've always thought something small and sincere is better, something meaningful to the person I'm with, you know?"
But, guess what? The questions go both ways. "What about you? Got a sweetheart you need some special treats for? I'm having a sale."
Capochin nods approvingly. "Little acts of regular dedication beat out grandiose displays of affection any ol' day, if you ask me. 'Specially if it's real poisonal," he agrees.
However, then the question is returned. Well, well. If it isn't his old enemy. Consequences. Capochin flusters immediately, coughing. "W-well, I sorta--- Honestly, I, uh. Sorta? It's complicated, but--- Yeah, I'll probably get 'im somethin'. He, ah..." Capochin cracks a sheepish smile. "He really likes sweets."
"Then I guess you'll just have to rely on my mercy," he teases, leaning down to whisper it into her ear, nipping the lobe while he's at it.
He continues to nibble down her neck, sinking his teeth in harder into the dip of her shoulder. Anyone else would come away with a bruise, but not her--not for long. He continues to bite, lick, and suckle his way to her breasts, but that's where he meets the corset.
"Hmm, I think it's about time we get this out of the way," he playfully tugs at the fabric, flicking A finger to open one of the stays. "What do you say?" Maybe he will inspire her to say please after all.
Edited (classic me forgetting the clothes are still on again, lol) Date: 2025-02-26 04:34 am (UTC)
She bites back a laugh as he teases her, her eyes sparkling with the joy of being with him. Valdis tries to keep her breathing steady, but as his teeth sink into her shoulder she gasps, feeling the pain with a sort of lustful desire. As far as teasing goes, she doesn't react much when he flicks open the first stay, meeting his gaze with the the same playful acting.
"It's not as fun if you don't have to work for it." She quips. "Besides, unwrapping a present is the best part."
And since she's handcuffed he's on his own in that regard.
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Date: 2024-12-21 03:50 am (UTC)"I love you..." Max whispers huskily as her soft lips caress his chest. All of him thrums with devotion for her. He's never safer than when she's got him in her arms. He can relax and give himself to her completely. "Valdis!"
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Date: 2024-12-21 04:00 am (UTC)"Max." She whispers in reply, her tongue flicking out and dragging up his throat.
Then, just to tease him a little more, one hand reaches behind her to massage his cock a little harder than her ass can.
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Date: 2024-12-22 10:15 pm (UTC)And then she reaches back to stroke him! Pleasure explodes in his chest, and he bucks against her without meaning to, so needy he can't control himself. But he must. He must! He promised to be a good boy.
"Valdis...O-oh....fuck..." he groans again, pleadingly. She knows he's weak for her every move. He can't help it, but he's trying his best.
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Date: 2024-12-22 10:30 pm (UTC)"How badly do you want me?" She purrs
Then she bites him right where his neck meets his shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to hurt.
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Date: 2024-12-27 07:05 pm (UTC)"I-I...AH! God, p-please, I need you so much I'm gonna explode!" He bursts out as she goes right for his sweet spot with her teeth. He bucks wildly, without even realizing he's doing it, "Pleeeease, harder."
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Date: 2024-12-27 08:33 pm (UTC)"Soon," she purrs. "But I'm not going to be a good girl for you."
Her teeth land in that same spot on his neck and she bites him again, as hard as she can without injuring him too badly. She's certain it will bruise though, and she likes the idea of that.
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Date: 2024-12-31 02:26 am (UTC)"I like it when you're naughty to me," he purrs back, though it lacks the same gravitas when he's nearly breathless while doing it.
And then her teeth find their place in his flesh and he howls in agonized pleasure, all of him alight with electric tingles. "Fuckfuckfuckyesssss," he hisses, tilting his chin away to give her more room. He can feel the bruise already blooming. He won't be able to keep himself from touching it for days. Every time he'll be thinking of this exact moment.
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Date: 2025-01-04 10:41 pm (UTC)She squeezes his hand, brushing her lips against his neck and up over to his mouth, where she kisses him, gently, lovingly, softly, with all the passion of something more than just sex, because to her, this has far more meaning.
"Your turn," she whispers, kissing him again.
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Date: 2025-01-08 04:06 pm (UTC)Like clockwork, he arrives with his little black coffee in hand and pats the counter. "Mornin', Max! It's a good day for solvin' mysteries. I feel it in my bones. How you doin'?"
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Date: 2025-01-15 03:25 am (UTC)If he could freeze this moment in time, he would, so he could come back to it over and over. This. This is everything he's ever wished for. This life he's built with her, with them all, is the fulfillment of his deepest desires. It all started with her.
Just when he fears he'll be overcome with emotions and start crying for joy as she kisses him so lovingly, she reminds him he's already in the middle of something very important. And he's allowed to touch now!
"Fuck, you look so sexy in this," his fingers trail over her bodice, teasing at the stays but not undoing them. "I want to run my hands up and down you, I want to wind you up just as bad as you got me."
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Date: 2025-01-17 03:30 pm (UTC)"Good morning!" he responds brightly as he sets the already prepared order on the counter. Extra cream cheese for his loyal customer, no extra charge. "It's looking like another beautiful day and I'm feeling pretty good. What kind of mysteries do you have for today? Anything spicy?"
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Date: 2025-01-20 03:26 pm (UTC)He swallows his bite of delicious bagel and leans in conspiratorially. "Alright, so we got a couple. Foist, we got Yorick, who has kindly hired us to figure out where the hell his shoes went when he died the other day. Apparently he took Mayor Poe on da Tunnel o' Love and got catapulted off the waterfall up north. Da Mayor's fine. It was just him. Unlucky bastard."
"Then we got Dr. Menelikov, who asked us to figure out who's been borrowin' his jewelry. They always put it back, but whoever it is ain't been askin' first. My money's on Nimona. I saw her with some fancy gold earrings yesterday that were not her style, like at all. And she's sneaky."
"Then, if you're lookin' for somethin' real spicy, Erik had a bit of a dine n' dash situation at his night job and he asked us to figure out where the jerk lives and shake him down to pay his bill. I put Basira on dat one, she's the scariest Boy we got. Seriously, who steals a blowjob? What's the woild comin' to, Max?"
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Date: 2025-01-20 08:40 pm (UTC)Valdis says in answer to both statements. She smiles against his lips, shifting slightly so he can feel her against his length as he runs his hands down her bodice, his fingers lingering on the stays. She'd chosen this one for the ease of access he would have, so he could feel the excitement of revealing her, so he could tease and enjoy her body as much as she enjoys him.
"And I want the same, but also..."
She slips her hand across his chest and down under the pillow, pulling out her enforcer's cuff.
"If you want them."
Then she kisses him again.
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Date: 2025-01-21 10:30 pm (UTC)"Poor Yorick... he's never going to make it to second base if that keeps happening." There's unlucky and then there's whatever the hell is going on with that guy.
Max decides not to comment on Nimona's antics because, yeah, that sounds like her. But he's not a snitch.
That last one, though, has him roaring with laughter. Spicy indeed. "Oh my god? I'm asking Erik about it the next time I see him." Who does that? "Basira? Does Daisy know that's what she's doing at her day job?" Help, this is all just too funny. Did erik send someone else on purpose just to make it more embarrassing for the perpetrator? That's his guess. Good luck living that down whoever you are.
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Date: 2025-01-21 10:33 pm (UTC)He doesn't answer in words, but he closes his hands on the cuffs as he dives into another passionate kiss, saying yes and thank you with his whole soul because words will never be enough. As soon as he does have to come up for air though, he's asking, "Should we switch places?"
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Date: 2025-01-23 04:40 am (UTC)He doesn't actually take any offense--- he knows that the Bizzyboys are decidedly less serious than your typical police force, mercenery corps, or private investigator. But he's still proud of his work and has no problem ribbing Max about it.
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Date: 2025-01-25 05:45 pm (UTC)When the kiss breaks and he asks his question, as respectfully as always, she giggles softly.
"Yes, and you don't have to be gentle about it."
She knows he will be still careful, that he will check in because this is new for her, because he's a good partner and he loves her...and she loves him.
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Date: 2025-01-31 05:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-02-03 08:37 pm (UTC)Capochin takes a moment to dig into his bagel while it's still warm, humming pleasantly at the taste.
"So! Got anythin' special planned for any of this romancey holiday stuff comin' up? You got two gals, doncha?"
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Date: 2025-02-11 04:17 pm (UTC)He'll guide her hands up above her head and hold her there by the wrists, telegraphing what he plans to do next, which is to put the cuffs on above her head. He considers attaching her to the bed with them but decides that might be too much. Besides, he wouldn't be able to move her around that way, and he loves the idea of that much more.
"Make sure to tell me if these get too tight," he cautions as he moves to close them on her. He means it. He doesn't want to cut off blood flow at the wrong moment. But, in the interest of keeping the roleplay mood going he adds, "Say please and I'll loosen them for you~"
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Date: 2025-02-13 06:52 pm (UTC)"I don't say please," she replies, keeping up the act.
It's so different with him, the heat, the desire. She knows he's there to pleasure her as much as she wants to pleasure him, a fact that turns her on so easily she wishes she had let herself feel far sooner than she had.
Since he didn't secure her to the bedframe, she grips it with her hands, something to brace and pull against as he does with her what he pleases.
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Date: 2025-02-17 10:18 pm (UTC)"I do," Max answers, absolutely glowing with pride. "But, yeah, I plan to spoil each of them a little bit. I don't want to go too overboard, though. I've always thought something small and sincere is better, something meaningful to the person I'm with, you know?"
But, guess what? The questions go both ways. "What about you? Got a sweetheart you need some special treats for? I'm having a sale."
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Date: 2025-02-18 03:08 am (UTC)However, then the question is returned. Well, well. If it isn't his old enemy. Consequences. Capochin flusters immediately, coughing. "W-well, I sorta--- Honestly, I, uh. Sorta? It's complicated, but--- Yeah, I'll probably get 'im somethin'. He, ah..." Capochin cracks a sheepish smile. "He really likes sweets."
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Date: 2025-02-26 04:00 am (UTC)He continues to nibble down her neck, sinking his teeth in harder into the dip of her shoulder. Anyone else would come away with a bruise, but not her--not for long. He continues to bite, lick, and suckle his way to her breasts, but that's where he meets the corset.
"Hmm, I think it's about time we get this out of the way," he playfully tugs at the fabric, flicking A finger to open one of the stays. "What do you say?" Maybe he will inspire her to say please after all.
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Date: 2025-03-09 10:30 pm (UTC)"It's not as fun if you don't have to work for it." She quips. "Besides, unwrapping a present is the best part."
And since she's handcuffed he's on his own in that regard.