[ it’s hard to explain exactly what it is that he and ash do. there are right ways to go about this — with conversations and understandings and safewords — and then there’s the way he and ash go about it. rough. messy. unpredictable in its need. it’s not that ash doesn’t take care of him. he has never, ever let embry fall alone into the dark, gaping space once he’s cracked him wide open. but it isn’t how he imagines ash and greer to be, because even if he hasn’t been privy to whatever the hell they’ve been getting up to, he knows that she listens to him in a way that embry does not. it’d been apparent in the way she’d draped herself over his lap in the piano bar at ash’s behest, submitting to the sting of his palm without fighting it like embry would have.
maybe ash likes that more. something he doesn’t have to wrangle and tame. the needy little pulse throbs tighter in him when greer comes close, glad for the interruption to his tumultuous thoughts, and he tries out her tactic, setting his wrists together behind his back without complaint as she belts them tightly, turning his head to watch the spill of her breasts through her open blouse while she works. ]
That’s not fair. You should’ve let me touch you at least once.
[ he regrets giving up his hands so easily, fingers flexing as he imagines the slick glide of his fingertips against her glistening cunt. but even with his hands bound, he still has use of his mouth, so he lurches over swiftly and licks a hot stripe along her upper thigh while she’s still in reach, his teeth biting into smooth flesh as he noses up her skirt. ]
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maybe ash likes that more. something he doesn’t have to wrangle and tame. the needy little pulse throbs tighter in him when greer comes close, glad for the interruption to his tumultuous thoughts, and he tries out her tactic, setting his wrists together behind his back without complaint as she belts them tightly, turning his head to watch the spill of her breasts through her open blouse while she works. ]
That’s not fair. You should’ve let me touch you at least once.
[ he regrets giving up his hands so easily, fingers flexing as he imagines the slick glide of his fingertips against her glistening cunt. but even with his hands bound, he still has use of his mouth, so he lurches over swiftly and licks a hot stripe along her upper thigh while she’s still in reach, his teeth biting into smooth flesh as he noses up her skirt. ]