thedispatch | Forgiven

[ Grell's give only a moment to mentally prepare before William's bouncing her bound body on his cock. With gravity on his side, each thrust is deep and sharp, taking in every inch of him as she falls. The tightness of her around him has William closing his eyes and heaving out a shaking breath. ]

[ To the reaper's credit, she tries. Lips pressed, her cries are reduced to sharp and desperate noises. Why, she even attempts to swallow down some of them, holding her breath on others. But William already knows precisely how to test her, it seems; even if he hadn't been trying, he drives into her so fully that it might not make a difference. Its wonderful, and as proof of it, she's very quickly losing control of her volume. ]

[ Oh William can help with that. He hooks one arm around her bottom, giving him enough leverage to let go with the other. And then her mouth gets covered, the grip of his firm fingers muffling any sounds that were trying to escape. Though he can no longer bounce her in this position, he's strong enough to continue thrusting up into her. ]

[ Grell shivers. The assertiveness of his actions has her legs tightening around his waist, her hips rocking all the more to compensate for his lack of mobility-- and now, she can moan freely into his hand.

Her hands twist again, desperate to hold onto him; however, that exact submissiveness that she's been forced into is entirely intoxicating. ]

Why couldn't you have been this good for me the entire time?

[ Yet, he's obviously enjoying all the moans he's coaxing out of her, even if they're muffled. As always, the rough way he treats her is almost looked at as a punishment or reprimand, even though he's always known she gets off on it.

With another deep thrust, he's looking her straight in the eyes, judging how each one hits her and which angle coaxes the most moans from her. ]

[ While she obviously can't answer him, she thinks he must know the answer - and if he doesn't, he still has a lot to learn about their relationship.

Grell is all too eager to maintain that eye contact, though her lashes flutter, and when he hits that particular spot, her lids press with a deep (and muffled) moan.

If only she could pleasure him the same way... The reaper dashes her tongue along his palm, up along first and middle fingers, before taking them into her mouth. ]

[ Ah, there's the spot. Now that he has confirmation, he focuses on it, best he can, with each upward movement of his hips. Hopefully, it won't cause her to bite down on those fingers she just took into her mouth. Which is an odd bit that William's surprised he's enjoying so much. It keeps him from clasping his hand back over her mouth, instead watching as she gives him that attention. ]

[ The noises that ensue are unavoidable-- but she manages to stifle them by suckling on his fingers, focusing attention on trailing her tongue between them, and down to the erogenous stretch of skin at their base.

No matter how much she busies herself, however, there's no escaping the pleasure that he wracks upon her body. Her hips begin to jolt, thighs quivering just so. He has her so close! ]

[ Feeling her shake in his arms from pleasure and knowing she's nearly there only makes William want to push her even more. He may not be able to move his hips any harder or faster, but he can do something else which may catch her off guard enough to push her over. Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he grips her jaw firmly in his hand. Then he's leaning in, kissing her. Open, forceful, and exploratory. ]

[ Ah, that certainly does the trick. Perfectly rough, yet passionate, Grell is pushed right to the edge. Leather creaks as the belt threatens to give, her thighs press into him, and she moans desperate into his mouth as his tongue dances along hers.

It's the best warning that she can manage, and if he doesn't care to stop, she'll do precisely what he warned her not to-- cum all over his nice shirt. ]

[ He allows it. Whether it's to allow her the sweet release without interruption or reprimand her for it later is uncertain. But for now, he keeps his pace up, tongue moving and hips thrusting. And once he can feel her body starting to ease as her orgasm settles out, he slows. He pulls himself from her, setting her down gently so he doesn't completely collapse. ]

[ Grell sighs quietly with protest once his kisses stop, although quickly distracted as he pulls free of her. She moans once more, somewhat wobbly on her feet-- and so, she briefly leans into his chest, nuzzling and kissing at his neck. ]

Will... ♥

[ With her leaning so close, she should feel his still hardened cock press against the stomach. True, he could have allowed himself to cum inside her, but even as a supernatural being, he was afraid his own legs would give out at the intensity. Having to support her in his arms while doing so would not help in the least.

He reaches around the pole, unclasping the belt and pulling her free of it. Inspecting it, it seems utterly ruined at this point, stretched and cracking from all the stress. Add another thing to the shopping list. ]

[ Rolling her freed wrists, she barely pays any attention to the belt-- in fact, she immediately sets to unbuttoning his soiled shirt. If he'll allow it, she'll shimmy it down his arms to be rid of the garment altogether, tossing it atop the pile of clothing they've already started. ]

Do you want to move to the bed, darling? Or would you prefer the shower?

[ He glances down at the bed, obviously weighing the options. A shower is the logical answer, as they both worked up a bit of sweat during all that. But he really just wants to climb into bed, have her finish him off and fall asleep together. ]

Perhaps we can shower in the morning. Unless you feel too much a mess, right now.

[ His trousers are next. Grell drops them to the floor, hands grasping his hips to guide him to the bed, sitting him down so she can tug the legs free, and rid him of his socks while she's at at. ]

Darling, whatever you want is fine by me♥

[ Trailing her hands up and along his thighs, she rises up to steal his lips in another kiss. ]

[ After a brief kiss, he's scooting back on the bed. But an arm wrapped around her middle coaxes her along with him. He lays himself back on the pillows, expecting her to linger above him. ]

Then I suppose the answer is bed.

[ Grell chuckles, crawling along with him. She presses a kiss to his lips, his cheek, his jaw, and his neck. Continuing to trail downward, he hands knead along his sides to his hips, exploring along until they find his cock. ]

What else do you want?

[ His cock throbs the moment it's touched, making it plainly obvious what he's expecting her to do. ]

Honestly, do you even need to ask me that?

Come now, have a little fun.

[ Dragging her tongue over the raised flesh of his nipple, slow and gratuitously, she guides her palm along his length with just as much attention. ]

[ There's a sharp intake of breath. Apparently he's never had his nipples played with! ]

I have been. [ He almost sounds offended. ] I tied you up, didn't I?

[ Well, that's a fun reaction. She'll just have to venture across his chest, placing a kiss into the valley between his pectorals along the way - and she pauses there, allowing her lips to graze the other while she speaks.]

Which was delightful, by the way.

[ Allowing her hand to build some pace, she encircles his nipple by the tip of her tongue with a feather-light touch, before taking it into her mouth to suckle. ]

[ The breath isn't as quick this time, but rather a slow exhale as his eyes drift shut. ]

You will be buying me a new belt. And shirt.

[ That earns another chuckle! Her lips leave him only briefly. ]

Do I get to pick them out?

[ And then she's crawling lower, mouth exploring the definition of his toned torso as she goes. Her tongue traces the dip of a hipbone, before hovering over the tip of his desire, of which she's slowed her strokes over, in favor of teasing with soft, blowing breaths. ]

Not if you keep teasing me that way.

[ He doesn't sound entirely disapproving of it, though. Shown by the way his fingers have found their way to threading through her hair. ]

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