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Dec. 16th, 2023 at 5:56 PM
[Racing down the interstate as fast as they fucking can, Johnnie tugs Chrissy closer and ducks low over his bike. They're streamlined now, they'll pick up just a little bit more speed, and then they can outride this giant evil fucking wasp for sure -
His eyes blink slowly against the light in the room, and then he frowns and lifts his pillow from under his head and flings it at the alarm clock on the bedside table. That shouldn't work, except that it falls off the table and unplugs in the process, leaving the room blissfully silent.
And now he doesn't have a pillow. Shit.]
Ugh. Hey, you up?
[Like Chrissy could sleep through that.
Soon enough though, he rolls on out of bed, gets the water going, tugs fresh clean clothing out of his bag, then checks on that shower. Yep, nice and hot. Time to get clean and ready for the day.]
Whatcha think? Wanna check out the cafe for breakfast? Maybe we can make 'em do some eggs an' pancakes even though they're gonna say it's dinner only now. I hate when places do that, it's such fuckin' bullshit.
His eyes blink slowly against the light in the room, and then he frowns and lifts his pillow from under his head and flings it at the alarm clock on the bedside table. That shouldn't work, except that it falls off the table and unplugs in the process, leaving the room blissfully silent.
And now he doesn't have a pillow. Shit.]
Ugh. Hey, you up?
[Like Chrissy could sleep through that.
Soon enough though, he rolls on out of bed, gets the water going, tugs fresh clean clothing out of his bag, then checks on that shower. Yep, nice and hot. Time to get clean and ready for the day.]
Whatcha think? Wanna check out the cafe for breakfast? Maybe we can make 'em do some eggs an' pancakes even though they're gonna say it's dinner only now. I hate when places do that, it's such fuckin' bullshit.
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[Maybe it caught her by surprise, though, he could see that. Weeks and months mostly apart, she probably thought she'd want to be at his side always and didn't realize that a little alone time sometimes does a person some good.
He turns so he can look at the bottom of the foot he's grabbed, but mostly it's just to show general concern rather than fix much. What's he going to do? It's just a few scrapes and pokes from the things on the ground, rocks and sharp twigs off some of those bushes. He finds her socks from earlier and tugs one on, mostly to keep the dirt from getting any deeper into those scrapes, then does the same for the other.]
They look all right, nothin' bad. We can always go run into the park for the showers if you want, though.
[It's sweet that he put her socks on for her, but she doesn't need a big fuss made over her any more than there's already been. Instead, she leans over to kiss him again, slow and sweet and glad he forgives her for getting all weird.]
It's just -
[Should she say anything?
He always tells her that she should say how she feels and tell him what's on her mind.]
Is it okay if we have a serious talk? Or do you want to wait until after we're not high?
I don't do serious shit when I'm high. Shit goes, y'know, in one ear an' out into the void. Ain't gonna come out good. You think you'll remember if you wait?
[He's really not trying to dodge whatever she wants to ask. He'll answer, and answer honestly, whatever it is. But real answers aren't going to come when his head's in the clouds, thinking about the moon and the stars and the end of the world.]
I'll try to remember tomorrow morning.
[But she isn't sure she'll feel like talking about it later, even if she does remember. So maybe it's better they just don't talk about it at all. He doesn't like to think about the future, and it clearly makes him uncomfortable when she tries to plan things.
There's no point in worrying about it now, and she leans in to kiss him again.]
It's not a big serious thing, so don't worry.
[She's not looking to ruin the rest of the night with real serious talks. Just a quick question to try and figure out his comfort level and how she should talk about things moving forward. But they can figure that out when they're not quite so high.
It's easier now to lose herself in kissing him, and waits to see if he's receptive as she shifts to straddle his lap and make herself at home there.]
Glad you got to see the real pretty sky, baby girl. That's somethin' you don't get back in the city, after all.
[Like they'd seen on their first night here, that river of stars spilled across the sky. He loves the lights of the city at night, and he loves just as much that out here, the sky echoes them. It's not truly black, it's not really void up there for most of it. There's light and life everywhere you look, at least to a point. In trying to light up the night and drive off the dark, the cities are echoes of the universe all around them. Real poetic.]
How you doin', you still got some awakeness left in ya?
[Her answer is more of a positive uptick of her voice than a real answer at first, because her hands are kneading at his back and she's resting her forehead against his shoulder. Her head lifts, and she's wearing a content smile, all previous seriousness just about gone.]
I'm really grateful you don't get mad at me. Or worse.
[She kisses him a few more times over, before guiding his forehead to press against hers, hands gently cradling the back of his head. She's pretty awake after that walk, but she's not going to ask him to fool around if he's not in the mood. She's happy to sit with him just like this. He'll initiate things if he's feeling like it, she doesn't have any doubt about that.]
[It always feels nice to have her hands on his head, in his hair. He loves that feeling, he'd purr if he was a cat. But he's not, so instead he grins and kisses her and strokes her back.
He knows, of course, that she had too much time with a guy who got mad at her for things he shouldn't have, and mad at other people, and did all kinds of fucked up possessive shit. It sucks that on some level she'll probably always expect that as a normal reaction a person might have. If somehow they don't end up lasting forever, he hopes she'll at least never have to deal with someone like that again. Hopefully he can set that example, show her she doesn't have to tolerate that shit.]
Closest I got to mad at you was when you went for a swim an' fuckin' decided you'd go dive into a dark hole underwater 'cause that's dumb fuckin' shit, but I forgive you.
[He grins and pokes gently at her nose. Yeah, all forgiven, and easily. He's just glad they made it out of there together.]
He's not mad at her.
She's not upset with him.
Everything's at peace, just the way it should be.]
How about you? [She kisses him again, her fingers resuming working through his hair.] Are you even a little tired?
[He kisses her again, this time slower, lingering, making sure he really feels every detail of her lips as he kisses them. When he pulls away, finally, he can feel warmth flooding through him, and he runs his hands down her back before letting one hand drift to one of her breasts. He cups it, admiring the feel of it in his palm, then brushes his thumb across her nipple as he kisses her again.]
But maybe you can help me with that.
[The belt is just behind him, he knows where that is. If she's still down for trying it, he's eager to give that a go, but things will need to heat up a little more first.]
[Her voice is husky as she whispers, before sighing at his attention to her breast. The hardening of her nipple is enough to make her gasp, and that in turn makes her laugh a little because she's embarrassingly responsive to his every touch.
It's great that they can always warm each other up real fast and get things heated, but she likes that they'll have to work to get there this time around. That calls for her grinding her backside against him a little, slow and steady, hoping to stir him to hardening beneath her.]
Do you still want to try the belt? [It's like she's reading his mind, because she quickly remembers it exists right there near him.] Because I do.
I know you do, baby girl, you can't seem to keep from talkin' about it.
[He teases, but he's just as eager, that's for sure. He lets his thumb work her nipple a little longer as he reaches behind him, feeling around until he finds that belt, then loops it around her neck just as she'd done for him. For now, he doesn't buckle it closed, but just keeps it lazily draped around her neck and holds it closed with his hand, using it to pull her in for a kiss.]
She's busy enjoying his attention to her breasts, but when he pulls her in for that kiss she obediently lets him do so. It's nice to feel desired, to know that he still wants and craves her even when she can be a little difficult sometimes.
Grinding against him is forgotten for the time being in favor of losing herself in that kiss. He's still calling her baby girl, is just as good to her as ever. Maybe whatever serious talk she had thought about having doesn't need to happen. Her heart rate starts to pick up from a combination of desire mingled with relief, and it's after she's left panting from that kiss that she grinds down more firmly in his lap.]
[And so eager, like always. There's just a whole lot of want and need in that pretty little package. Grinning, he sucks in a slow breath through his nose at her grinding and shivers with pleasure as his fingers run up the leather of the belt. This time, now, he'll slide the belt through that buckle and pull until it's just about the diameter of her neck. Once the prong slides through the hole, he gives it an experimental tug from the leash end.]
Yeah, there you go. Now you're all mine for sure. Ain't gettin' away with that on you, huh?
[He pulls downward gently, guiding her mouth to his throat while she gets used to the sensation of having essentially a collar and leash on her.]
[Does she sound a little too happy about the fact there's no getting away? Definitely. But to know that she's still wanted and loved even in the moments where she can be difficult or challenging is something worth being happy about. In fact, she's dangerously close to getting emotional about it, and the muscles in her neck bulge a little with the restraint it takes to stay in control.
As he guides her to his throat, her eyes close and she shakily exhales. Her breath is warm against his skin, and she finds it surprisingly easy to get a thrill out of being bound in this particular way. If she didn't trust him as much as she did, this would terrify her. But given the level of trust she has in him, she's able to work her mouth along his throat without any worry for what he might do.
He's not going to hurt her. She's safe.
And she's pretty into the idea of him saying she's all his for sure.]
[Mm, that's nice. And it feels like she's enjoying it - she would've told him to stop if that shaky little sigh was a bad thing, right? He'll assume so, she's good about that, or so he'd like to hope. She's never really told him to stop something before and he's not going to overthink it right now.
He keeps the leash short with a fist no more than a half foot from where the belt buckles around her neck as he guides her down to his chest, then back up to his lips, this time for a kiss he's firm enough with that he feels like he needs to tug her against him just to keep from knocking her backward. And then, as he loosens his hold on the leash, it's so he can do just that - let her fall back as he pins her underneath him, kissing and letting a hand roam down her belly until he cups his palm between her legs and strokes a couple of fingers against her entrance until they press roughly inside.
This may have started off slower, maybe he initially liked the idea of taking his time, but as happens so often, the more turned on he is, the more he wants to get right to fucking her. And having her bound like this is one hell of a turn-on. She wouldn't want to escape anyway, obviously, but there's something about the fantasy of being in complete control that really gets him groaning against her lips with anticipation]
The belt really does it for you too, huh?
[She teases, before he draws another gasp out of her. She knows the whole collar and leash thing is a turn on for her, no matter which of them is wearing it. He's clearly just as into things, judging by his reaction. There's not a chance she'll want to escape, but she still gives an experimental pull back, just to see how tight that belt will be against her neck when she does.]
Fuck.
[Why does feeling it more firmly against her skin arouse her even more? She doesn't try being introspective right now, she just angles her hips so she can rock against his hand. All that quick mounting desire has no other outlet, so for now she kisses him like she needs him to breathe.]
[Whether wearing it or using it on her, apparently. Both are great, though he thinks maybe he likes it this way a little better. No real surprise there given his usual preference toward being the one in charge, but he's happy to know that both ways are fun, because what's better than having even more options?
He holds tight to that leash as she tests straining against it, grinning as she does, then nips sharply at her earlobe.]
Y'know what position's perfect for this, don't you?
[He backs off onto his knees and tugs sharply upward with that leash.]
Hands an' knees, baby girl. Don't make me wrestle you into it.
[Depends on how obedient she wants to be, or how much she wants to play at making him put her where he wants her despite that obvious real need of hers. He's still not fully hard yet, himself - getting there quickly, but even though his head is more than willing, his dick has gotten a workout today and apparently needs an extra minute. Poor little guy.]
What will happen if you have to wrestle me into position?
[Judging by her tone, she's going to make him have to do just that. It's impossible for her to hide the grin that's overtaking her face, but she at least does a good job of keeping in her laughter. ]
Oh, I think you know.
[Comes his reply, as he leans in close for a searing kiss, and keeps his fist tight on the belt so she can't back away an inch. That kiss is meant as if he needs to disarm and distract, though - because he quickly takes the opportunity to get his other arm around her, and then leverages his weight to try and turn her and push her down. The struggle is definitely the fun part of it, as he grapples to keep her pinned and tugs with the leash to keep her head low to the floor of the tent to give her less room to maneuver away from him.
When all is said and done, having had to basically climb onto her to keep her down, he's fucking hard as a rock. His hips are right against his, cock grinding against her ass, and he's breathing hard from arousal and not just exertion. He gives a purposeful rock of his hips against her, and shudders with pleasure. With a hand on her throat, he spins the makeshift collar so that he can tug back on the leash from this angle easily.]
That's what'll happen.
But he gets her on her belly and gets over her, ands he tries bucking up against him. He grinds against her and gives her no purchase, and she gives out a guttural groan as she squirms just a little beneath him. His hand is at her throat a moment later and that's what gets her to go still, and the sound she makes in response is so carnal and wanton that she actually blushes.
She's heavily panting by that point, unable to say much of anything. But she nods a little in understanding. So that's what will happen. And given that she hasn't asked him to stop, she's perfectly fine with this turn of events. And judging by how hard he is against her, he is too.]
I guess you've tamed me. [Said with a false petulance as she tugs against that collar and leash.] Now you better teach me a lesson about trying to get away.
[She's really glad he loves playing at these little games as much as she does, because they're a ton of fun.]
[He huffs the words, low and breathy with arousal, then takes her by the hips with the one hand and tugs back on the leash with the other as he lines up and thrusts forward, burying himself deep. Fuck, what a reward. What a real goddamn treat.
Eager as he is, he gets up to pace quickly, using that leash as leverage to press deep and rough every single time. Goddamn she's so wet already, it makes it easy to take things at as quick a pace as he can, and to add to how full she must feel every time his hips collide with hers, he tucks his hand and arm tight around her belly, pulling her snug against him. If he happens to go hard enough to make her face hit that pillow at the head of the sleeping bags, well, he'll apologize later. Inhibitions are for someone else, not for them.]
Shit, shit, fuck, damn. This is good. They don't need to work up to anything, she's wet enough for him to just get going and he's rough and hard right from the start. Sure, having that belt wrapped around her throat is a little strange. But it's easy to get used to with how into this she is.
With how he's holding her tight against him, there's not any room for her to move with him how she normally might. Instead, she very much so is just taking what he gives to her, rocking a little as she's able. Every time he thrusts deep into her she makes a soft sound, which gets louder as she gets more into things.
Eventually he does go hard enough that her arms give out and she falls forward, head turning so she lands cheek down instead of on her forehead. That makes the belt tighten further around her neck with how he's holding onto the leash end, and she gags a little even as she moans so he knows she loves it. She's face down and ass up at that point, but doesn't mind. He'll appreciate the view, and knowing that he's fucking her so well that she can't stay upright.]
And if that wasn't enough, the sounds she's making are proof that this whole scenario is working for her too. Her groans and all the rest of those little noises make his cock throb as he eventually starts to near orgasm - and it takes a while, this time, after all they've done today, giving him plenty of time to enjoy this. But when finally all that heat and need are building to a point where he's about to reach his peak, he shifts his hand to her clit to help her come with him. It's worth the slight loss in tension, in pressure, from keeping her hips against his with his arm. She's not going anywhere, he has that leash pulled hard.
When he comes, it's with a gasp of a moan, sounding almost choked by how hard and how suddenly it hits him. He rides it out, wave after wave as he comes inside her until he finally has to stop before he gets sensitive to the point of it being painful, but he'll stay inside her until she comes as his fingers roll and stroke her clit, and as he leans low over her, tired and covered once again in sweat as he presses a kiss to her shoulder.]
All she can do is lay there and pant for air, mind completely blank as she basks in pure euphoria. Her hand goes from his wrist to try and touch at his hip or any part of him that she can reach. Meanwhile, she tries to work the belt free from her neck with one hand, and gives up after not being able to get it undone.]
Fuck, baby. That was...the best kind of intense. I think I might actually be exhausted.
Fuck, babe, same here. That's what we needed, huh? Feels like I could actually probably sleep, finally.
[In a bit, anyway. He's not about to pass out right this minute. He's still letting all those incredible sensations fade from his system.
But after a moment, he turns to kiss her, finding her cheek before any other part of her, and then pushes himself upright to make it easier to unbuckle the belt from around her neck and pull it free. That done, he settles on his side next to her, propped up on an elbow as he strokes a hand along her bare skin, tracing fingers against her side.]
That was unbelievable. Fuckin' hot. I'd do that any day you wanted.