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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]

"And then what are you going to?" she asks, still stroking his cock, kissing up his chest until she can press a kiss against the corner of his mouth. "Because you're a good fucking boy."

[more_magic]

He turns into the kiss to his mouth a little, his lips grazing against hers for just a moment before she pulls away. "Because I'm always after ways to prove how good I am for you," he says, his breathing gone a little rough as she keeps stroking him, "I'll clean your cunt off my fingers, make sure there's no trace."

[takecourage]

"Of course you would," says Alex, missing him again and then taking her hand away from his cock. "Do you want me to let you come?"

[more_magic]

"Please, Alex," he says, each word more of a moan as she takes her hand away, leaving him hard and needy. "Let me come again for you."

[takecourage]

"I don't know if you deserve it," she says, tapping her fingers lightly against the shaft of his cock to make it bob against his stomach. "Maybe I ought to just leave you here for a while until I'm ready to go again."

[more_magic]

"You wouldn't," he says, even though he knows she would. Even though just saying it, in that near-pathetic and almost wheedling tone, reveals how easily Alex can get him to this point; turn him into something shameless and desperate and devoid of his usual restraint. She's the only person he'd let do this to him, Manuscript's tricks notwithstanding, and they both know it.

She taps his cock, toys with it, and he all but whines. "You love the way I come for you."

[takecourage]

"Not like you could do anything if I did," she says. "Tied down and plugged." She bends down and picks up her panties from earlier in the day off the floor. "Open your mouth."

[more_magic]

"No, I couldn't," he says, biting his lip as she moves away and leaves his cock bobbing there ineffectually, aching hard. "I'm at your mercy. Or lack thereof."

Danny watches as she bends, picking something up from the floor. When she turns around and he sees it's her panties, when he hears the order she gives him, he groans. "Alex," he breathes, but it only takes a beat before he's opening his mouth for her.

[takecourage]

The way he breathes her name before he opens his mouth is fucking beautiful and Alex bites her lip over a grin as she presses her panties into his mouth.

"And now you can wait there. Like a good little fuck toy. Until I'm ready to play with you again."

[more_magic]

She gags him with her panties, the balled-up fabric odd against his tongue, and Danny exhales slowly through his nose, settling a little even as his head spins with the dismissive humiliation of being made to do it in the first place. All he can do is nod, and wait.

[takecourage]

Alex taps his cheek and leaves him them, spread eagled and bound, gagged with her underwear and beautiful. She pads about, tidying up, taking her time.

[more_magic]

She leaves him like this, and the entire time she's gone he's painfully aware of what a spectacle he is: tied down and gagged, cock hard and flushed, his ass plugged by his own request. All of it, by his own request. Danny groans, the sound low and muffled, listening to her walk around the apartment as if completely ignoring him.

[takecourage]

Eventually, Alex comes back into the bedroom, bare legs and a t-shirt, her hair tousled around her face.

"God," she says. "You should see yourself."

[more_magic]

Finally, Alex comes back in, gorgeous in that t-shirt with her hair wild and dark. With the way she looks at him and the tone of her voice when she speaks, it's a miracle he doesn't come right then. He'd already had some idea--how could he not--but hearing it from her is a different thing entirely.

He makes another of those low, undignified sounds, shifting against the bed as much as the ropes holding him down will allow.

[takecourage]

Without saying anything else, Alex walks go the foot of the bed, her phone in hand and she takes a photo of him. She walks to the head of the bed and turns it so that he can see himself.

"What do you think?"

[more_magic]

Danny only notices the phone in her hand when she raises it to snap the photo, the click of the shutter almost absurdly loud in his ears. Another stomach-twisting wave of humiliation runs through him, but he can't turn away from it--or much of anything else at all. Alex shows him the photo, showing him the obscene sight of the way he's tied and spread, his hair mussed and the dark lace of her panties just visible between his lips. The angle is such that he can even see the plug in his ass, filling him in a way that makes his head spin.

She's going to expect an answer, even gagged as he is, and he knows it. "Good, Alex," he says, the words mumbled through the wadded fabric. "Looks good."

[takecourage]

"You look so good," she says, bending her head to kiss along the shaft of his cock. "And I think you deserve to come, now. I'll even let you choose how it happens."

[more_magic]

Alex's lips brush along his cock, light and soft and teasing, and Danny shivers. "Fuck me," he says through the gag. "I want you to fuck me."

[takecourage]

She loves the muffled tone of his voice and she keeps kissing, up his belly, over the muscles of his chest. She reaches up to tug the sodden lace from between his lips. "How do you want to get fucked, babe?"

[more_magic]

He lets out a faintly relieved breath once the gag is out, moving his head up enough to look at her as she bends there over his chest, so close he can feel the heat of her breath against him. "Keep me tied down," he says. "Ride me until we both come."

[takecourage]

"That definitely sounds like a plan," she says, swinging her leg across him. She leans down, pressing her tits against his chest, rocking her hips to slide her cunt along the length of his hard cock.

[more_magic]

"Thought you'd approve." He bites his lip as she settles, her nipples brushing against his chest as she leans down in a way that sends another shiver through him. The feeling of her cunt along his cock, that slow slide, is almost as maddening as the touch of her hand had been; Danny pushes up into it, already seeking more.

[takecourage]

She feels the movement of his hips underneath her, as much as he can move, tied down as he is. She rolls her hips once more and then shifts, rising up onto her knees so that she can slip her hand between them and steady his cock as she slides down onto it.

[more_magic]

There's a lot that Danny can't quite believe about the way things have shifted for the two of them here in Darrow, how easily they've settled into being so much more to one another than they ever were in New Haven. He marvels at all of it--but at times like these, with Alex sinking slowly down onto him, beautiful and tousled and his, he knows for a fact how lucky he is.

"I love you, Alex," he says, his breath sighing out of him as she takes him in, fitting flush against him.

[takecourage]

"I love you too," she says, her hips starting to rock as she rides him, slowly and steadily for now, leaning forward to frame his face with her hands as they fuck. "God, you feel incredible."