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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]

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."

[more_magic]

"Might say the same for you," he says, smiling as he tilts his head a little, leaning into the touch of her hand. Tied down like this, he can't move much at all, but he tries to meet each roll of her hips with one of his own.

[takecourage]

"Talk dirty to me," She says, tracing his bottom lip with her thumb. "I don't even care what you fucking say - I just want to hear it."

[more_magic]

Danny smiles, a little lopsided given the press of her thumb. "No other demands than that? Starting to think you actually enjoy the sound of my voice." Though he kisses the pad of her thumb as it sweeps over his lip, he doesn't make her wait much longer than that for what she's asked for.

"I'm already thinking about you fucking me in the ass," he says, eyes fixed on hers as she keeps riding him, that same slow and steady pace. "And how you'll all but break me down before that, get me into that headspace we both know I love being in, where I'm easy for you. Where it'll be easy to just bend me over and take me and know I'm loving every minute of it."

[takecourage]

"When you're not droning on about me not doing my reading, I fucking love it," she says, grinning. She smoothes her hands over his chest as he talks, her thumbs grazing over his nipples. "Tell me about it. How you picture it happening."

[more_magic]

"Hey, that reading list was very carefully constructed," he says, the gentle touch of her hands sending a faint shiver through him. "I spent two weeks writing it up." Danny grins. "Not that it matters now. Especially not right now."

He thinks a moment. "It's at some point where we've gotten a little pent up. Maybe you've been scheduled a lot of late nights in a row, and I've got finals and some events I need to staff at work. Something where we've barely had time to see each other, let alone have sex." He watches her riding him, the gorgeous sway of her body. "Finally, you just can't stand it any more. You tell me to go get ready, open myself up for you and make it a good show."

[takecourage]

"I do love it when you do that," she says, grinning down at him. "And where am I while you're doing this?"

[more_magic]

"That depends how much you trust me to do a good job in your absence," he says, one dark eyebrow quirking up. "But let's say you do, and you text me some kind of instruction that leads to me in the bedroom, splayed out on the bed with my fingers in my ass, while you're downtown pricing out a harness and toy, something decently-sized that you know it'll be fun to watch me take."

He bites his lip a moment, a faint flush along his cheeks. "The challenge for me is in not coming, of course, before you get back home."

[takecourage]

"I trust you to do as you're told," she says, tweaking both of his nipples and then pressing her hands flat against his chest, rocking her weight forward as she rides him. "You'd better still have your fingers in your ass when I get home. How many do you think you'll manage to take?"