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You never thought you would see such a side of this quiet and reserved man. He had a habit of being distant and to himself all the time, despite how close the two of you had gotten; though he did show you affection, just not as much as you really wished for. But when he was alone with you in your room, he seemed to be a completely different person.
The metal rings of his gloves felt so cold on your skin, but the touch is still tender as he moves them in time with his other hand. He revels in the feeling of your warm skin against his exposed fingertips, and can't help but smirk at the slight shiver that runs up your body from those said rings of his.
He has you laid out on your bed, back to the mattress, as he takes his time covering every inch of your body with his fingers and mouth. He wants to memorize every curve, every dimple, every blemish; everything. You told him you wished to do the same to him, but he truly wants to take his time with you.
"Let me take care of you, honey," he whispers against your ear, chuckling with a cocky smirk as he slides down your body, placing feather-light kisses in his wake till he settles between your thighs. He takes his time running his gloved hand along your folds, as if inspecting everything about you with incredible accuracy.
"You have such a pretty pussy, love," he remarks, making you whine and cover your face. But he pinches you, making you look back down at him. He wants you to be watching as he practically worships your cunt with his teeth and tongue.
Once you are starting to writhe and almost at the edge, he pulls away from you, making you silence your whine with a finger to his lips as he crawls back up, nestling his face between your breasts, nipping at the tender skin between both mounds. Your fingers card through his black and silver hair as he hums.
"Your tits are so perfect," he mumbles, as if more to himself rather than you, but you still flush all the same as he takes a stiffened nipple into his mouth and lathers it with his tongue.
Suddenly he pulls away, a look on his face as if he remembers something, and he hops off the bed without a word to you, making you sit up concerned. He disappeared into his closet, but came out with a smirk on his face, as he lifts his hand, two sets of cuffs, one short and the other long, dangling from his thick fingers. Your flush only deepens as you see them, knowing what he as done to villains with those cuffs on them, and suddenly you are squirming rather eagerly in your spot to feel that cold metal against your skin...
He climbed back onto the bed, pressing you back gently as he ran his hands along you once more, as if you were made of glass that he would instantly shatter if he pressed too hard. He takes your hands and cuffs them to the bedpost above your head, and uses his ankle cuffs to tie you to the end of the bed, opening you up to his hungry eyes.
"Just lay still for me. I want to take my time with you."
The smile he gives you makes you melt, and your toes curl when his fingers make contact with the mound right above your core. He leans forward to press incredibly gentle kisses to you neck, as he slowly, antagonizingly slowly, runs the fingers down along your folds. A high whine leaves you when two fingers slip in between your lips, rubbing rough, tight circles against your clit. His breath fans over your sensitive skin, making goosebumps rise. The fingers go a bit lower, until he finds the tight hole that is your entrance, and presses them in.
His wrist begins a slow pistoning motion inside you, as his thumb finds your needy clit, making you writhe underneath him. He hums in appreciation when you moan his name softly, and he smirks against the skin of your neck.
"Good girl. Just enjoy yourself. Let me take care of you," his gravelly voice thrums in your ear and you feel your toes curl as he picks up his pace a bit. He mouths the skin of your neck, along your throat and down to your collarbone, licking and sucking the skin to make small marks, making you his.
His fingers rub that deep spot that makes you keen and your body tightens around those thick fingers. Your walls grip those digits hard and he can feel how close you are, but right when you are about to topple over the edge, he pulls away from you, making you whine loud in your throat. Though before you can actually voice your frustrations, he kisses you deeply, his tongue dancing with yours.
"Patience, honey," he chuckles against your lips, giving you another quick peck before returning to worshiping your neck and down your chest with his lips, taking a pert nipple in his mouth. He sucks the sensitive bud while his free hand teases the other one, making your back arch into his touch.
He loves the way you respond to his touch, revels in the taste of you on his tongue; though he never truly says it or show it, he adores every single thing about you.
"Archons, I could just eat you up all day," he mumbles against your nipple before lavishing it with his tongue. "Just get lost in every inch of you."
He continues his trail down the planes of your stomach and abdomen, stopping right at the mound of your core, kissing the soft hair there before delving his tongue into your cunt, the tip of it making contact with your swollen clit. The high whine of his name makes his cock jump in his trousers and it takes everything in him to not just destroy you right there.
But he wants to be patient and take his time. He wants to drown you in the feelings he can give you and he is going to take. His. Time.
His tongue continues to work your needy clit, and you ache to bury your hands in his hair but the cuffs keep you locked still; and he can certainly sense your need. But he pulls away to smirk up at you. "Enjoy it, love. Just let me worship you, alright?"
The way he eats your pussy like a man starved makes you see stars and the words dripping from his lips make your core clench around nothing as he continues his assault on your clit. Soon, you feel the build up once more, that coil tightening more and more in your middle, though right before it snaps, he pulls away again and you writhe, mentally cursing this man.
"Wriothesley, please-!" you keen, but he shushes you with a finger to his lips.
"You truly need to learn patience, beautiful," he teases playfully, nipping at the skin of your inner thigh. "Though I could truly get used to hearing you say my name like that," he adds with a small wink.
You pout but he kisses it away as he places himself between your aching thighs, pressing his cock to your tight entrance, making your eyes go wide as you see it. You aren't quite sure when he undid his trousers but feeling his cockhead press into you slowly makes you not bother to question it.
A low hiss leaves between his teeth as he slowly presses into your wet heat and your eyes practically cross at the feel of him stretching your walls. "So tight, so perfect...taking me so well," he praises softly, and you want to hide your face at how shy you suddenly feel; but he refuses to let you, his gloved hand gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him.
"Don't take those pretty eyes off me. Watch me take you," he commands and everything in you melts at the deep tone of his voice. You simply nod and he seems satisfied with that, slowly rolling his hips to press his cock in and out of you.
"Perfect. Simply perfect. So nice and warm for me. You feel so good around my cock," he whispers by your ear as he continues to roll his hips ever so slowly, letting your walls drag around his cock. He can feel you wiggling anxiously and needily underneath him but he reminds himself he is going to take all the time he can with you. He wants you to feel everything, and he wants you to know how much you mean to him with how he makes you feel.
"Easy, love, easy," he shushes you as a high whine leaves you, tugging roughly at the cuffs around your wrists. "I've got you."
He picks up his pace, making your toes curl as his tip hits all the right spots with the angle he has you at thanks to the ankle cuffs, and your vision is beginning to go white as you feel that coil ready to just spring free. He chuckles as you babble, a mix of his name and needy whines.
"Almost there, honey," he assures you with kisses to your neck, and the rhythm he takes is faster still, making your breath catch in your throat.
"I want to see you come apart underneath me. Hear that beautiful voice call my name, feel these walls clamp down on my cock for dear life. Cum for me, love."
As if on command, you shatter underneath him, his name a mantra out of your throat and your body shuttering with each wave of your orgasm. He continues to roll his hips, his cock brushing those spots over and over, helping you ride out your orgasm until you are completely spent and pile of mush underneath him.
His chuckle vibrates through your chest as he presses down on you, and you keen, noticing that his cock is still rock hard inside of your cunt. He hasn't cum himself, and you look up at him with a small concern; but he kisses it away, a dark smirk playing at his lips.
"Don't worry, love," he groans, rolling his hips and making your hear flutter.
"I'm only getting started."