[The pinch earns a slight twitch, and he leans away — but only in a superficial demonstration, more playful than any serious protest.]
You were talking about that on your post. Controlling the breath.
[A hum of thought, right hand lifting from Cy's hair to touch the divot of collarbones, then a wider pass of fingertips around the throat, imagining the band of a collar there.
There's a tight swallow, then.]
You're the only person I would ever allow to do that. Those who know me... It would shock them. [Some days, he feels wholly changed around Cy. By Cy.] It isn't how I am, or how they believe me to be. I've never submitted to anyone — not in sex, obviously, but for the danger of it in my world. [His hand falls again, settling lower on Cy's chest where a heartbeat pulses beneath.] You feel safe, though. I haven't experienced safety like this before.
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You were talking about that on your post. Controlling the breath.
[A hum of thought, right hand lifting from Cy's hair to touch the divot of collarbones, then a wider pass of fingertips around the throat, imagining the band of a collar there.
There's a tight swallow, then.]
You're the only person I would ever allow to do that. Those who know me... It would shock them. [Some days, he feels wholly changed around Cy. By Cy.] It isn't how I am, or how they believe me to be. I've never submitted to anyone — not in sex, obviously, but for the danger of it in my world. [His hand falls again, settling lower on Cy's chest where a heartbeat pulses beneath.] You feel safe, though. I haven't experienced safety like this before.