The Inhumans -- Medusa / Black Bolt
Title: Twined
Fandom: The Inhumans
Characters: Medusa and Black Bolt
Author/Artist: mithrigil
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unconventional, improvised, superheroine bondage.
Word count: 270
Summary: His silence speaks volumes. It isn’t enough.
Twined
Mithrigil Galtirglin
Not even his Adam’s-apple trembles when she has him like this, bound up in strands at his neck, his wrists. He’s strong enough that she shouldn’t care when her hair pulls tight, riding him, but she does, and she edges her fingers under the holds, at his jaw, forearms, shoulders. Not just for the sake of touching, testing. For the signal of his pulse.
He doesn’t gasp, doesn’t hiss, doesn’t part his lips at all, not even when his mouth is under hers. No matter how hard she kisses-how surely she strangles his wrists-how tight-sharp-aching-slow she works him with her hips-
And she wants that sound. Wants to know there is nothing else in his mind but her. Her husband’s voice, panting her name, telling her that he loves her, wants her, wants this, damning the years of crystalline control, Medusa craves it, thinks of it even when she’s alone, wants it most when she’s close and he’s not.
And she’s twined her lower hair around his cock, is holding him inside her, stroking him turgid and lurching her heels under his knees. There isn’t a part of his body that isn’t hers right now, isn’t throbbing with blood that she might as well be beating through him, and she stares while she still can. His mask is gone, his skin is slick, his hair is tangled up in hers, and his eyes are strained to crows-feet, his head raised from the sheets, his fingernails digging into his own palms and it isn’t enough, damn it, it isn’t-
He opens his mouth. To clamp down on her hair.
-It is.
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