There's nothing I'd rather do, darling. [his free hand traces playfully down his chest, slipping under the waistband of his pants.] You can practice biting your tongue while my fingers are inside of you. [he leans up to press his nasal bone to his jaw.] Don't worry. We'll still use the tie.

Hmmm. That's good. I wouldn't want you to get too good at holding your tongue.

[his fingers find the curly patch of hair between his legs, already anticipating the way he'll grind against his fingers. in some ways, he's more desperate for the contact than the Captain is.

which is why this is obviously the moment his phone chimes in his pocket as he receives a text message.]

Ah, shit. [he releases the lock of hair from his hand to reach into his pocket.] I usually turn it off before I come in here.

...No?

[he literally has it in hand and is tilting his head to look at the screen.]

It's -- it's just Darcy, let me...

[TAP TAP TAP]

See? All done. [he holds it up, just long enough to reveal that he absolutely does use emojis, then drops the phone off the side of the sofa.]

[aw...]

Don't be too mad. Darcy's... sensitive. I just want to make sure they don't think I'm avoiding them. The rest can wait until you are utterly satisfied.

[he shifts underneath him, pressing one knee into the Captain's to keep his legs spread.] You know you love my nurturing side. [without his phone around to distract him, there's nothing keeping him from pressing his fingers between his legs.] My only desire now is to please you. Nobody else.

[he knew he made the right choice in coming back here. sympathetic ears are all well and good, and the Captain plays at that fairly well for a man who still struggles to understand emotions, but there is nothing quite like single-minded pleasure to distract him.]

Your praise is the only thing I need. [he sighs softly, fingers rubbing his clit before probing deeper.] I could listen to you for hours.

Tinkering with magic is your specialty, not mine. [he crooks his fingers.] I'd much rather hunt down some duct tape.

[he hisses through his teeth, leaning into the finger against his skull.]

With the noises you make, we're liable to need both. [his grin is audible] Or, I'll just stop whenever you get too noisy. [he barely begins to pump his hand before he stops, fingers idly stretching the muscles around them.] You do seem to respect a good reward system...

It would be difficult, it's true... But I'd make up what I'd lose in getting to see you gagged and drooling on a silk tie. All your muffled little whimpers and moans, taking cues from the desperate look in your eyes, the way you'd writhe...

[he shifts, free hand pulling at the Captain's shirt, urging him to slide further up, to give him a chance to press his fingers as deep as they'll go into his cunt, stroking against those clenched muscles.]

[he makes no attempt to hide the terrible fondness in his voice:]

I might get exactly what I want, but I think we both know that you're the one who wins in the end.

[he giggles. i mean laughs. nobody will ever call it anything else.]

I'll put up a bit of a fight, but only to make my surrender all the sweeter.