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greer galloway. ([personal profile] guinegreer) wrote2024-06-09 02:07 pm

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[personal profile] hymen 2025-01-25 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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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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[personal profile] hymen 2025-01-27 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ her palm cracks across his cheek before he can get anywhere near the wet heat of her cunt, and where she might've expected a growl of anger or an absurd display of machismo, the sound that shudders out of his throat is far from either of those things, breathless and keening. a wet spot begins to darken the front of his trousers where his cock stubbornly weeps for attention and fails to get it. a quiet fuck drops from his lips, his lashes fluttering as he seeks her gaze.

and she looks horrified, as if she's accidentally stepped on her puppy's tail. it dimly occurs to him that the things he and ash do in the bedroom might take a little getting used to.
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Come here, princess. [ his face is flushed, and it's not just from where she slapped him, color creeping down his throat where the pace of his breath has quickened. ] It didn't hurt. Well, it did. But I liked it.

[ he tries to clear the fog of lust from his brain, thinking of what ash would do. no, that's no good. he and ash don't follow any rules. instead, he thinks of what he knows from his visits to lyonesse. ]

I'll give you a safe word, so you know how far you can go with me. [ he's never hit a limit he couldn't cross, although he's distantly aware that doesn't always mean he should have crossed them. the corner of his mouth curves up in a smile. ] Steinbeck. The first thing we ever argued about.

[ his throat bobs in a swallow, his entire body straining toward her, his hips trying to flex into nothing to relieve some of the building tension. she's careful this time to stay out of reach, and he's seriously considering the merits of dragging himself across the floor just to be able to kiss her sharply heeled foot. ]

Hurt me again. [ his breath grows ragged. ] Fuck, Greer, please just fucking touch me.