[HEAD. TILT.]

Does that mean you've tried?

It's less about the heels and more about the idea of you running anywhere...

[you're kinda lazy babe]

That would be so much effort for such a couch potato...

[he's a multitasker, as evidenced by the way he tangles his fingers in his hair and tugs his head back.]

[he leans forward, scraping his teeth across his throat.]

Tell me more? [this is the best interrogation he's ever participated in]

[his phalanges scrape against his scalp, his teeth nipping at the curve of his jaw.]

I'd love to drag him behind a carriage, if he weren't already dead.

[he assumes, anyway.]

Hmmm. Yes. Here you are. You've outlasted them all, more powerful and more loved than they could have ever fathomed.

[he trails his fingers down the back of his neck, and decides then and there that he doesn't want to spend the time it would take to undress him. it's much easier to simply have him be naked, bare skin against his Bespoke suit.]

Still thinking about kicking me out? [so smug]

Is that so?

[he traces his fingers over his shoulders, down his chest. one hand stops to play with a nipple, rolling the flesh between his fingers. the other hand drifts lower still, following the trail of hair down between his thighs.]

Luckily for me, I can be very persuasive.

[he rubs one finger briefly across his clit, before sinking into the wet folds below. just one finger at first, but he soon can't resist adding another; the lack of skin and muscle allows his phalanges to probe deeper than they otherwise should be able to, and he hums in delight as he curls them against the tight muscle.]

Feels like I already have.

[his laugh is low and pleased, adding a third finger as he settles into a slow, methodical rhythm.]

I can be amazingly frustrating, I know. But I'll always make it up to you, in whatever way pleases you most.

[quick and hard has its place, but right now, he can't help but tease. there's no way to emulate the intensity that the Captain put him through just a few minutes before, but the beauty of a human(ish) body is that it doesn't need a scorching hand to feel as though it's on fire.]

You know that I like to tease, but all you need do is tell me what you want.

Hmmm. That was a problem back when I didn't know how to enjoy it. Now, I find your stubbornness... [he chuckles, fingers curling as he slides them nearly free, thumb grazing his clit.] ...Manageable.

[his permanent grin is genuine in the face of his outrage.]

There's nothing I love more than teasing you. Verbally and physically. Now, there's no way to stop the former... but you know how to end the latter. [just a little please -- no cherry on top necessary.]