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[takecourage]

Living with Darlington is a very different experience to living with anyone else that Alex has ever shared space with. With Mira, there was all kinds of attempts at rules and structure that never really worked out, while Ground Zero had been chaos of the ugliest kind. Her dorm room had been nice, the girls there for company, the sound of Mercy breathing at night. She'd never really had a chance to sleep at il Bastogne.

But here they are.

They haven't really done anything all day, just slept late and then lazed around in each other's company. She'd even managed to talk Darlington out of going for a run. Now, they're lying on the couch, their legs tangled together comfortably. Darlington's reading and Alex is idly flipping through cable channels. She nudges him with her heel against his thigh.

"Your turn to cook," she says, glancing at him.

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[takecourage]

"You didn't expect to like this as much as you do, do you?" she says, still fucking him with her finger. "You didn't expect to enjoy me fucking your ass, did you? Tell me how much you like it."

[more_magic]

"No, I didn't," he says--because what other answer could he possibly give, tied down like this and already fully hard, just barely keeping himself from moaning at every thrust of her finger? Only the truth, shameless as it is. "I never thought I'd like it. Never thought I'd ask for it, want it. Twice in one evening, even."

Her finger pushes deep and he lets out a ragged breath. "Never expected I'd already be looking forward to you doing it again, some other night."

[takecourage]

"Something else to fantasise about," she says, starting to push another finger into his asshole alongside the first. "You can imagine me fucking you with all sorts of things."

[more_magic]

"As though there was any doubt I would," he says, a groan stuttering out of him as Alex starts to push in that second finger. One was enough of a surprise; two stretches him, fills him, makes him feel vulnerable and obscene and completely, utterly hers. "Fuck."

[takecourage]

She loves it when he curses like that, and she presses her fingers deeper, scissoring them so that he'll feel the stretch.

"Tell me what's happening to you, Danny..."

[more_magic]

Her fingers push and stretch and open him obscenely, and Danny groans again, his eyes going half-lidded with the sensation. "You're playing with my ass," he says, the words coming more easily--more obediently--than he might have thought. "Fucking me with your fingers, getting me ready for that plug."

[takecourage]

"And you love it, don't you?" she says, grinning.as she starts to tug her fingers out of him. "Let me hear you say it."

[more_magic]

"Yes," he says, letting out a shaky breath as her fingers withdraw. He suspects what's about to come next, and his stomach flips slightly in anticipation and with the weird thrill of the unknown. "I love it. When you play with my ass."

Danny closes his eyes a moment, knowing he should put those statement into a more cohesive whole, knowing that's the kind of humiliating obedience she'd want from him. "I love it when you play with my ass, Alex."

[takecourage]

"Good boy," she says, her fingers free of her ass, and then she slips the plug between his thighs and starts to ease it into into his ass, her free hand pressing down against his belly to hold him in place.

[more_magic]

It shouldn't be so effective, her calling him that; shouldn't turn him on as much as it does. Her fingers slip free of his ass, and he groans softly.

Tied as he is, there's no real need for Alex to hold him down, but she does, her free hand firm on his belly as the plug pushes into his ass, and the added restraint makes his head spin. His hands twist in the ropes, his legs tensing as the plug stretches him. It's more than her fingers, filling in a way that he hadn't anticipated, and he breathes slowly through the sensation.

[takecourage]

She keeps her free hand firm on his belly as she presses the plug until its buried deep in his asshole and they she takes her hand away. "Tell me how that feels."

[more_magic]

She keeps going, holding him down, until it's in; until his body takes it in a way he can feel. He groans. "Feels weird," he admits. "Good, but...full. Filthier, somehow, than having your fingers there."

Danny knows what she's likely waiting for, but he stops, struggling with the response for a moment. "I like it. I like the way it feels, Alex."

[takecourage]

"And you're going to like it when I eventually fuck you in the ass with something bigger, aren't you?" she says, curling her fingers around his cock and starting to stroke, slowly. "When I bend you over and just fucking take you like something from a porno."

[more_magic]

"God, you're crass," he says, but there's no admonishment in his tone, not when her fingers wrap around him and begin to stroke with a maddening level of slowness. His breath shudders out of him, edged with something that's almost a moan.

"Yes, Alex," he says at last. "I think I'll like that too."

[takecourage]

"You fucking love my filthy mouth," she says, grinning at him before she bends her head and swirls her tongue around the head of his cock. "Tell me what you're going to like. I want to hear you say it."

[more_magic]

She runs her tongue over him like he's a goddamn lollipop, and Danny's hips twitch, another undignified sound falling from his lips. "I'm going to...Christ, you're actually going to make me say it?" He breathes out a sigh. "I'm going to like it when you fuck me with something bigger. When you bend me over and turn me into your own personal erotic film, going to town on my ass."

He shifts again within the tight confines of the ropes holding him down. "When once again, you remind me which of us is really in charge."

[takecourage]

"My own personal porno," she says, landing a stinging slap on one thigh, her nails scraping lightly against the shaft of his cock. "Say it."

[more_magic]

He groans, jumping a little when she slaps him, his breath going ragged at the light scratch of her nails. "Your own personal porno, Alex," he grits out. "You'll bend me over and fuck me till I'm groaning, begging to come."

[takecourage]

"But you don't get to decide when you come, do you?" She asks, scraping her nails lightly down his chest. "Tell me what else you want."

[more_magic]

"No," he says, squirming under the scrape of her nails, hands pulling tight on the ropes. "Only you get to decide that. When I've earned it, and...and how I get to come."

Danny thinks over the request, weighing all the things he'd been considering, the research he'd done in surreptitious browser tabs on his computer or his phone when Alex was out at work or otherwise distracted. "What I want now, or just...at some point in the near future?" he asks. "Because now, I think you deserve to use me until you come, seeing as you haven't yet."

[takecourage]

Alex grins at that, reaching down to stroke his cock.

"Tell me what else you want to try in the future," she instructs. "I know you've got a list. I want you to get me hot."

[more_magic]

Danny pushes into the stroke of her hand, his eyes closing for a moment. "Been thinking about letting you play around with wax," he says. "Trying it on my back or chest. Maybe my thighs, later on."

[takecourage]

"That's more pain that humiliation, isn't it?" She says, reaching with her free hand to tweak one of his nipples as she strokes his cock. "What else?"

[more_magic]

"It is, but we know I get off on both," he says, arching slightly into the pinch to his nipple. "You've proved to me how hard I get off on both, in point of fact."

He makes her wait, a little, before he answers her properly. "If it's humiliation you're looking for, or just the threat of such...I've been thinking about how unrelentingly handsy you get when we're out," he says. "About you demanding that I finger you while we're at the movies, or fucking me in the bathroom at one of the clubs downtown. Nothing blatantly public, but...someplace we might get caught."

[takecourage]

"You'd hate that, wouldn't you?" She says, pinching him again, using the edges of her nails on his nipples as she strokes him. "The thought of getting caught."