EZRA
Here's a fun fact about you: you have no shame. Zero. Zilch. What's the point? Life's too short to not have fun, and fun's too good to feel embarrassed by it. So when Fangs spins you around and bites down on your neck, you don't even try to hide your pleasure. Your head tilts obediently to the side to allow him access; you rock your hips against the hand on your cock, enjoying the rough contact, the way it hits you from multiple locations. "Hnnnng," you groan obligingly, your voice a low and rumbling growl in your throat as your hands grip tight to the man who's given you what you've craved, one on his back, one on his ass. "Fuck yeah, that's good."Oh, but the poor little lamb is simply watching. It makes it sweeter: you won this fight, got the attention with your wiles and skill. You don't like to dominate in the bedroom, but in the hierarchy of subs you live on top and people like Blondie better fucking know it. So maybe you play up the theatrics a little, raising your voice and groaning low and languid, your voice well trained to make every note seem like a song of pleasure and passion (not entirely inaccurate, for the record). You can feel your orgasm rising in your belly, but you're a well trained creature - you never finish until you're allowed.
"I wanna - hngh - cum, Fangs. May I cum for you?"
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
