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No, it's perfect- Say anything-

[ just having him right there, touching her and talking to her, she's cool with it. so cool. her fingers are slipping up the back of his shirt, just to drag the pads of her fingers over his skin, like she needs that contact. skin against skin. ]

It's so crazy, I don't feel dizzy or drunk or anything weird, I just can't focus on anything but kissing and touching and sex. [ sexsexsexsexsex ] And even just the way the hancuffs feel and the sheets and- hearing you talk. [ is apparently enough to get her going right now, yeah. well, keep her going, rather. ] I love you so much.

[He's sort of playing with the handcuff key, not really ready to unlock her because...

Well, because she was fucking hot all needy and chained up like that.]

You still got some of that gold paint? Maybe I want to try to do a little art with it on you...

[His eyes flicked over to the little honeypot, wondering what it tasted like. Wondering what it would feel like if he just...]

[ she's got her eyes on that key ( or maybe her eyes are on his hand ), like maybe if she focuses on it he'll unlock her a little faster. but then it's obvious that's not on his agenda, and she tugs at the cuff, willing it to break open. c'mon, stupid thing. breakbreakbreak. she needs to be touching him with both hands. ]

It's on the floor, over on this side. [ it was in a little metal paint bucket, and it kept tipping when she had it on the bed, so. yeah. ] But you have to unlock me first. [ no, he doesn't actually have to, which makes her whine a bit ] Please?

[He really should give in. He really should unlock her.

Funny how he was bending down to pick up the bucket of paint instead. The key was slipped into his pocket and he sat back on the bed, moving the bucket around to watch the gold paint shimmer inside it. Dipping a finger in, he licked it clean, tasting the sweet pineappley taste before he grinned at her.]

Where should I start first?

[ she feels herself rubbing her thighs together before she realizes she's made the decision to do so, teeth biting hard into his lower lip because why is he licking his fingers she should be licking his fingers, those fingers are hers to lick and kiss and suck on and oh gods it's alarming how thoroughly she's thinking about this. she feels split in two, at the moment, normal Rachel who recognizes this as a little weird, and the Rachel that's eaten too much honey and is reacting to it the way she planned for it to. it's a little bizarre. ]

Anywhere. [ her free hand is fisted in the sheets under her, trying to resist the need to touch him, for now. she can behave. ] My stomach. My thighs. Kiss me? [ thinking is really hard beyond sexsexsex, right, but then it was handshandshands and now mouthmouthmouth. ]

[His finger comes out of the bucket covered in gold and he moves it up to one of those very lovely pale thighs. Slowly, he traces a curlicue line on the outside of it, making it go up, and up, and up to the top, where he made a little heart.]

Kiss you? But I had better plans for what to do with my mouth.

[ she moans after his finger moves just a few inches over her skin, because it feels cold and hot all at once, which is when she realizes it's just the paint that's cold, and the slide of his finger over her skin making her feel hot. so weird, so, so weird. ]

But I need kisses. [ she doesn't know where exactly, but she's sure she needs them, and she wants to be kissing him back, so clearly just asking him to kiss her is the best way to solve that. ] At least try some honey, you can lick it off my fingers. I could lick it off of yours. [ apparently the thought is enough to make her forget that that's what's making her feel crazy right now, because then she's pulling at her cuff so she can try and reach to where she pushed the little honeypot across the nightstand ]

[He's watching her with a smile, and nope, that erection hadn't gone anywhere. It was probably why he'd almost bailed into the building. Running with one was... difficult.

His hands moved to her hips, pulling her back down on the bed.]

I have an idea of where I'd like to lick it off of...

Stiles.

[ totally said through clenched teeth, almost like a growl if it weren't for how desperate she sounded. she doesn't want him to move those hands or change his grip, there's something seriously satisfying about being guided like that, even if he's only doing it to drive her nuts. but still, her hand moves to cover his, then ends up sliding up his arm, which, ridiculously, makes her whimper again. she's just sliding the back of her nails up the inside of his arm and apparently that's just really hot to her ]

You better do it soon or I think I'm going to actually combust.

Let me get your underwear off first. Then I promise... I promise.

[His hands moved to the boxers, gripping at them and moving to tug them down, smearing the paint over her legs but not really caring at that point.]

[ she doesn't care about paint smudges anymore, hasn't really since she started making a mess of it on her bed back before she even texted him. but her toes curl even as she lifts and helps him tug them down her legs, and she almost reaches down with her free hand to touch herself, but she grips at the blankets again instead, heels pressing into the mattress. she's trying not to squirm, but it's hard to stay still when everything feels kind of awesome. every little movement and brush of the sheets over her skin. it's so weird, but so good.

still, after just that long moment of quiet, trying to be patient, she just- ]

Why aren't you naked yet?

Because I like you naked first.

[He grabs the honey pot, moving to sit between her legs, which he spreads open wider. She's already wet, he can see that, and he sort of... has to take a second to keep from moving in anyway. But he undoes the jar and holds it above her, drizzling the honey slowly over her, his finger spreading her lips so it can get a little inside them. Then he caps it, licking off what got on his hand before he moves again, settling in between her legs and starting to lick off the mess.]

[ she can't think to be like wait it's really sticky though maybe let's not because she's too caught up on the fact that he's there between her legs, touching her, looking at her. she's clutching at the chain of the cuff that's still locked around her wrist, pressing her moans against her shoulder. she can't think of a word to describe what that drizzle-drip of the honey feels like against her, but it's such a tease, even once he uses his fingers to spread it around. and she wants to warn him, easy with it, not too much, seriously it's ridiculous, but she can't talk.

especially not once his tongue is moving over her. she's just a string of quick breaths, little Stuh sounds in between, but she can't seem to even form his name at this point. ]

[He's apparently not a very clean eater. Honey is all over his lips, his nose, smeared over his chin along with her own wetness, his tongue doing its best to get her clean, lap up that sticky sweetness with her own musky flavor and drive her even more over the wall then she'd been when he walked in.

Going by those sounds, he was doing a good job.]

[ she knows it's pretty physically impossible for her to be close already, but it has to be something with the honey, something that's making her feel like she is even though she's not. like she's just on the brink, every swipe of his tongue and slide of his lips over her feeling like that, that's going to push her over- but then it doesn't, and. oh. gods. that's it, it's official, Rachel is going to build a shrine to Stiles' mouth and- no, it'll just be a shine to him, and it'll be huge and made of gold and put in the center of the city so everyone can know how perfect he is in every single way. perfect mouth perfect hands perfect shoulders perfect butt perfect face perfect eyes looking up at her from between her thighs ]

Nnnh- [ she's maybe starting to bite at her own shoulder, not roughly, but just something for her mouth to do because she can't not licksuckbitekiss at something right now ]

[Maybe the honey's kicking in, maybe it's not, but he's noticing that he's sort of... humping the bed a bit. To be fair, he'd been horny way before he'd gotten here and with his face buried in her pussy, it's hard not to... be hard. But he's still lapping at her, feeling that weird twist of arousal in his gut even as he keeps at it, sticky hands grabbing her thighs.]

[ she keeps tugging her arms down, wanting to touch him, but of course only one of her hands makes it and the other has that pesky metal digging into her wrist, so she whines, but not in pain or anything, it's just annoying because she wants to be clawing at Stiles with both hands. her body is starting to flinch every so often, muscles tight, that same build somehow getting stronger and- ] C'mere. [ it would be much easier to try and tug him up her body if she had both hands ] Keykeykeykeykey. [ which is desperate honey talk for please unlock me now ]

Busy.

[It was murmured against her, tongue delving in deeply to lick out more of her, more of the honey that was now burning through his system. He sealed his lips around her clit, sucking on her, licking at her as he kneaded her thighs, humming while his cock tried to drill through the bed.]

[ she's pretty sure she's going to end up gnawing through the chain in her cuffs, if only she could just- sit up- and get to it-

but instead she's just trying not to pull at his hair, even if she is holding on, her knees tucking back against her torso a little bit which feels so... dirty? but she's just giving him space, sort of. that's the logic there. it's not dirty, it's, um. polite. because obvious being polite is really important when your boyfriend is licking aphrodisiac honey off of you ]

I think- you've got it all-

[ she sounds like she's just been running a marathon, out of breath and a little bit whimpery and it's topped off by a happy sob, her head pressing back into the pillows under her ]

Ngh, Stiles, it feel so good you have to stop.

[ ... yeah, that makes sense ]

No.

[One word answers were about all she was going to get, one of his hands leaving her thigh so he could reach down and undo his belt, his pants, his fly... oh god, that felt better. Now that it didn't feel like his cock was being strangled, he spread her wider, tongue licking up along her before he sucked at the curls, the outside of her lips, the inside, tongue twirling around her clit to be sure he'd gotten the last of the honey off.

Then he did it again, just to be extra sure.]

[ it was somewhere around that second thorough cleaning that she feels herself start to come- ] Fuck. [ and she's pretty sure she would have broken her headboard by now if she was just a little bit stronger. her body actually moves up the bed a tiny bit from how hard she's pulling at the cuff, but then she relaxes again- well, her arm relaxes anyway, the rest of her body tensing and even shuddering a bit from the force of her orgasm. ]

[He can taste her, thick and sweet on his tongue, flicking against her to get it all before he's rearing up, almost ripping his clothes off, tangled up in them, pushing, tugging, tearing at them until his pants were bunched around his ankles with his boxers, shirts gone. He was shimmying up between her legs, laying hot-breathed open mouthed kisses on her skin before he found her mouth. He didn't have to hold himself or change the angle, somehow managing against all odds to actually slide into her at first prod as he groaned against her mouth.]

[ it's probably bizarre to think sweet when kissing your boyfriend after he's gone down on you and made you come so hard you've still not actually recovered from it, but his mouth does taste sweet, and her senses kind of flood with the you know why realization. she's not sure she can handle much more of that honey, not right now at least, and especially not once he's pushing into her and- ] Oh, gods, we need to mo-ove up, we need to scoot. [ because she's pretty sure the handcuff is going to rip her arm off if they start moving against each other like this. everything feels so good except that bruising pressure just there, but once they move up closer to the headboard it's fine, she's got some slack, and oh it's so easy to dig her heels in right over his butt and pull him in even closer. she bites his lip a little harder than she might normally, sucking on it after like that might numb the pain. if he's even feeling any right now, she knows for a fact her pain tolerance is suddenly a lot higher than it was half an hour ago ]

You feel it, don't you, the honey? Tell me what it feels like for you. [ her nails drag from his hair, down his back, then back up again ] Tell me, tell me.

[He's moving her up even as he's thrusting into her, not wanting to actually hurt her in any way. He wants her happy. Happy and naked and his. God, she smells so good, tastes so good. He's sucking on her tongue, on her lips, feeling the nip to his and gasping as the sting turns to something that makes him want to thrust into her faster, harder.]

It feels... good. God, it feels good. You feel good. You always feel good, amazing, perfect, but this... so hot. Hot all over. And tingly. And... like something electric on my skin. Under it. But god, I want you. I need to be in you. Can't stop.

I know.

[ yeah, that all sounds right. hot all over. tingly. electric. and it doesn't help that now that he's kissing her, she can spot smudges of gold over his mouth, which means it's rubbing off her skin and onto his everywhere they're making contact right now. which is pretty much everywhere, yeah. it's not slippery-wet anymore, but the idea of it, messy gold everywhere, is driving her crazy right now. ]

I've been thinking about this since before I even texted you. About how good you'd feel, fucking me just like this, nice and hard. [ her legs are pulling him in with each thrust, tight around his hips ] Well, maybe not just like this. You better not lose the key to these cuffs, Stilinski.

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