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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.

Unless my pants magically disappear, the key's safe.

[And since they were still in a tangled mess around his ankles, he figured they were good. But he also wasn't really thinking about that because naked. Naked Rachel and sex and he had to stop for a minute to make sure that heat he felt wasn't from him doing anything stupid, like setting fire to anything. Nope. Just her. Always her. He shouldn't be surprised.]

[ he stops and she scrambles, a bit, mostly just her hands moving over him like hey, hey what happened, what's going on here. which makes her laugh, breathless and distracted ] This is crazy. [ aphrodisiac honey. it's crazy. ] I love you, but this is crazy.

I like crazy. I'm going to have crazy marks that Scott will bug the hell out of me for later, but I don't care. God, I just want to stay in you all day. Can we do that? Just stay here, all day...

[He moved again, breath coming out in a rush at the feel of her around him.]

I wouh-

[ oh. it's not that the effects of the honey is wearing off or anything, she can still feel it buzzing under the surface, but now that she's come once already, it's not as rampant, not just yet anyway. still, he pushes into her and it's like she feels it all over, every bit of contact amplified again ]

I would love to keep you here all day. Lots of time for lots of marks. And lots of fingerpainting.

Fingerpainting. Tonguepainting. Other things painting.

[He moved so he could bury his nose in against her neck and her hair, taking in a deep breath with her scent being pulled way down into his lungs. It was funny, because he knew he wasn't any kind of wereanimal, but whatever was in that honey was making her smell... more to him right now. Probably pheromones or something.]

We're going to have to regulate that stuff.

Chyeah, no kidding.

[ no kidding. just the feel of his breath on her neck was making her dizzy, and okay, normally she gets a little loopyhappy when Stiles is holding on tight and making her feel something that was way more than just simply wanted, but this was different. this was an actual desire, a need, to feel kept. still, she can't resist- ]

-- Are you smelling me, Freckles?

Yes.

[It comes out in a gruff growl, teeth catching at her ear as he keeps thrusting. She might have come already, but he wasn't anywhere near it, even if his body was telling him that this all felt way too good to be real.]

Oh, okay.

[ more of that surprise because oh, okay, he can growl at her anytime he wants, that's so fine. so fine by her. her hand turns in the ring of the cuff, just to switch it up, using her grip on it to gain a little leverage, move with him a little more. some part of her was expecting something a little more frantic here, what with the honey doing what it was doing, but this is even better, this is dirtier, it's messy and slow and hard and Stiles just growled in her ear, so she can't really complain. ]

[The next sound she'll hear is a panting moan, pleasure skipping through him like a stone over a pond. He's not coming, not yet, but these twitchy little ripples are flickering through him and making it hard to think of anything else at the moment.]

Fuck...

[Yeah, he said it.]

God, you smell so good. I want to lick you all over. I want to clean you up and get you dirty all over again.

No, no cleaning up. I love this, look at us. We look so good in gold.

[ apparently her honey is starting to wear off, because it's getting easier to control her mouth again, make more sense than just mumbling and groaning from every little bit of contact. she's been talking this whole time, sure, but now she actually has it in her to think about what she's saying before she says it, even as he keeps fucking into her in a way that's just as needy as it is filthy. ]

But you can lick me wherever you want.

You look good in gold. You look good in everything. And in nothing. I like you in nothing. Nothing's good. I like you all sweaty and naked.

[Still pushing up into her, the pleasure rising until his face flushed, body flushing, everything feeling hot as he wound an arm around her and started to move more quickly.]

God, I would lick you everywhere.

[ her body bows towards his with the guidance of his arm under her, eyes sliding shut because maybe she loves hearing him say that stuff right next to her ear, the way his voice turns into this low thrum that makes her feel hot all over. and the faster pace is getting her really riled again, more than just the excited pleasure of him fucking her after she already came, so she turns her face towards his a bit more, kissing whatever part of him she can get her mouth on. his shoulder, his ear, his hair. ]

You're rambling. You're the only person that's absolutely sexy when they ramble.

You always make me want to ramble. I want to talk and tell you everything. I want to tell you how beautiful you are and how much I think of you all day every day. How good you smell when you come up behind me and hug me and how much I love the way your nose scrunches when you laugh. And good god, how fucking amazing you feel when we're like this, all hot and wet and tight, like I'm supposed to be as far in you as I can get and I just want to live like this, fucking you all day, but we have to stop some time but I never want to...

[He was getting close, then, body moving harder, hips grinding into hers when he thrust, trying to get deeper still.]

Stiles.

[ she huffs a laugh, making a little frustrated growly sound against his shoulder before she bites him there. she almost forgets about the handcuff, for a second, grip loosening on the chain, but then she feels her hand get tugged and it snaps her out of it. though it's.. not in an entirely bad way. ]

And I never want you to. A girl could get addicted to this, I'm pretty sure. Spending hours and hours getting complimented and ravished by the gorgeous boy she's in love with, topping off her fingerpaintings along his body with a little of that honey? [ wait what was that, in whatnow-? ] Just so they can go again and again and again-

[He likes the bite, growling against her ear again as he pressed up harder, moving just a little faster as he pushes closer to that brink of his orgasm.]

More of that honey. Put it on you down there again so I can lick you clean. Lick it off your breasts, god I love your breasts. Taste it on your tongue... Want to eat you.

You can't eat me, that would be- awfully painful. [ it's hard being clever when he's pushing into her faster, not quite aggressive, but almost there, just a few shades away. she wants to be clinging to him more, which is clear by the sound of the cuff knocking against where it's hooked around the bed frame, byt she can't so she whines and whimpers, biting him again ] You like that? I don't want to eat you but I'll nibble on you all night. Leave marks behind so everybody knows how you drive me crazy.

Eat you out. All day. Until your legs shook.

[It was the honey and just the fact that he liked the idea of them being ridiculously stupid and crazy over each other. If she wanted to mark him, he'd let her. Anywhere.]

I think they already know. I stare at you all day at work. Want to drag you into the back all the time...

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