Kink Me! #21

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Concerto for Two Violins [7b/?]//bondage

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She undresses him, mostly for something to do while she figures out the knots and what she’s going to do with him while she has him at her mercy because of course Gwaine fucking calls her for sex when her brain isn’t engaged yet, then snatches the white silk out of his hands. “You sure about this?” she asks. Neither of them has backed down from a challenge yet, but they still ask.

“More than. And I can always do it to you later.”

“Good.” She runs one of the strips of cloth between her fingers and moves to straddle Gwaine’s chest. “Wrists together or apart?”

“Apart.”

Morgana catches Gwaine’s left wrist and ties one of the scarves around it, testing the knot to make sure it won’t cut into him, then leashes the other end around her bedpost, pulling it taut. “Will that hurt?” He pulls at it, and there’s just enough give for him to bend his elbows a bit. He shakes his head, and Morgana moves to the other wrist, repeating the process. “Okay. Any strain?” Another shake of the head. This one comes with a smirk, and she pinches him. “Tell me to stop if it hurts more than you want it to.”

“Don’t worry, I can take it.” She pinches again, harder, and he laughs. “Fine, fine, if it’s too much I’ll tell you.”

“Good.” There are four scarves, but she doesn’t really want to bind his ankles, so she tosses the other two off the bed and bends down to kiss him. Gwaine shifts, leaning to try to follow her when she backs off a bit, and she feels the hitch in his breath when he realizes he can’t move that far. Just for that, she kisses him harder, pressing him back into the pillows and grabbing onto one of his hands, feeling around at the silk binding his wrist and tugging it just because it makes him bite her lip. He grabs back, twisting his hand around until the silk is looped awkwardly around her wrist too, binding them together even though it’s got to be straining his shoulder worse. “If you keep me here, I can’t blow you,” she whispers into his mouth, only half worrying if he can hear her.

“I can still fuck you,” he points out, moving his lips to her jaw, then her neck. She shoves his head back gently; if he strains his neck she’s never going to hear the end of it and Merlin is going to look mortified forever.

“Not without a condom you can’t.” She squirms against his erection, which is growing by the second. “So let me free for a minute to get one, would you?” He releases the loops and relaxes back into the headboard while she looks in the bedside drawer, ignoring Gwaine’s snort when she rifles past her vibrator. She makes a note to take it out sometime when he’s over and finally seizes a condom that isn’t out of date.

Morgana doesn’t settle onto him the second the condom is rolled on like she normally would. Instead, she goes back to kissing him, taking his hand again so he can lace their fingers together, though he doesn’t bother looping her back into the binding. She grinds up against him, doing the work for herself that he would normally do with his hands or his mouth, until she’s ready to take him, and then she moves down his body until she can sink down on his cock.

Even tied up and unable to grab her hips, Gwaine is pushy. He snaps his body up into hers, bracing with his legs and straining against her headboard, which starts creaking with every thrust, making her feel as if she’s back in university and pounding on the wall to shut up her neighbours. Morgana doesn’t let him go too fast, though. They’ve got all morning, and they were interrupted the last time they tried to have sex, so she keeps the pace slow and steady, letting her blood pick up bit by bit instead of all at once.