My turn to kiss him wherever I wanted then. I'd been hesitant, since he liked pushing me around and holding me down so much, but since he was making requests now, and those requests involved my mouth—
I kissed his throat as he pushed my head down, grazing my teeth, then down his chest, curling my tongue around a nipple, then the other, then moved down with the increased pressure of his hand, shuddering as I trailed wet kisses down to his stomach, groin, the crease of his thigh—lower.
Llewellyn's breath hitched.
Since he was still sitting on the bed, I slid down to the floor, tapping his thigh to signal that I wanted him to open his legs more, then positioned myself between his thighs before taking him in my mouth.
"Fuck," Llewellyn said. He pressed my head forward a bit, experimentally.
I let him, and sucked.
Llewellyn groaned.
My heartbeat was insanely loud, but I'd been dying to do this, I'd be damned if I was going to stop too early or mess it up. If he wanted to pull and tug more than he was currently doing, as long as he wasn't choking me too badly, he was more than welcome.
I moved back to say that, and Llewellyn just let out a noise and guided my head back again, eyes stormy as he pushed a bit harder.
Yeah, this was great.
I licked around him and took him in my mouth again. When I inched closer, to get better leverage, Llewellyn let out another noise and flopped back on the sofa, arm over his eyes.
Huh.
I swallowed at the sight. Why was that so hot!
Llewellyn gasped at the suction and I felt him trying not to buck up into my mouth.
My brain was melting. I was never going to be able to get that image out of my mind.
I leaned into him more, one hand on his thigh, the other… uh… helping me out, and I threw myself completely into the task at hand, trying to take him apart.
When something made his breath catch, I did it again. When his free hand clenched in the sofa cushions, I increased the suction.
The arm over his eyes stayed there, but his chest was rising and falling faster now.
I shifted closer, trying to find a better angle, and apparently that was exactly right because his whole body tensed up and he moaned.
My jaw was starting to ache, but whatever. It's not like I was about to stop. His breathing had gone ragged, his hips bucking up occasionally despite his attempts at restraint.
Almost there.
I doubled down on what was working, trying to keep track of his spikes of pleasure and cause more of them.
When I released him for a moment, trying to catch my breath, Llewellyn pounced.
Before I even knew what was happening, he yanked me up, pressed me down on the sofa/bed, and kissed me hard.
I moaned.
"You must know," I said, gasping a bit into the kiss, "that I wasn't done."
Llewellyn dropped his face onto my shoulder, breathing hard. A second later, he kissed the crook of my neck, making me shiver, then scattered quick kisses down my body before taking me in his mouth.
Uh. Wait—
Oh my god.
"Couldn't you have let me—ah! Did you have to restore balance in this case too?"
Llewellyn moved back for a moment to kiss around it.
"In a sense," he said, reaching for one of the vials. Then he leaned in again and sucked.
Fuck.
Heat shot through me and my thoughts scattered. Whatever I'd been trying to say vanished entirely.
He was relentless. Where I'd been experimental, trying to figure out what worked, it felt like he just did everything at once.
My hand found his hair on its own. I wasn't pulling, I just needed to hold onto something and ground myself, but when I accidentally tugged, he made a pleased sound and my hips jerked up involuntarily.
He pressed them back down with one hand.
The casual display of strength shouldn't have been so hot, but between that, the wet heat, and the suction, I was losing it.
I tried to warn him I was getting close—multiple times—but he just kept going, pulling back at the last second to kiss my thigh or stomach before diving back in.
My breathing had gone ragged. Every nerve felt oversensitized, and I couldn't stop the sounds escaping my throat. When he did something particularly devastating with his tongue, I actually whimpered.
That seemed to please him because he did it again, and again, until I was shaking and incoherent, right on the edge but unable to tip over because he kept pulling back at exactly the right moment.
He finally opened one of the vials—the one with purplish liquid—and poured it on his fingers. Then he parted my legs, and took me in his mouth again.
Fuck.
The first touch of his slicked fingers made me jump. He steadied me with his other hand, and… uh… got on with it.
I was dying.
"Why three vials?" I asked.
Llewellyn released me, though his fingers didn't stop, and he looked up at me. He looked wrecked.
Maybe now I was going to die.
"First one is a muscle relaxant," Llewellyn said. "Second one removes all discomfort. The third one goes on me, it's for protection."
Oh.
"Are you planning to spend 500 years on this?"
I was so close already! Couldn't he just speed things up!
Llewellyn bit down on my thigh, amused.
"It's not a long time if you're enjoying yourself," he said, and curled his fingers.
A bolt of lightning ran through me and I moaned, shaking.
"Point taken," I managed, and Llewellyn took me in his mouth again.
This was too much. I couldn't last much longer. If he didn't move to the next bit in the next five seconds—
Llewellyn pulled away briefly to open the second vial and I let out a noise.
"Hurry up," I said.
Llewellyn looked up at me and, instead of getting on with it, he moved up my body.
"As you say, 'Or what?'" he asked against my lips.
Ah, damn it. He parted my legs more, sliding his fingers in, then curled them again against the right spot and I groaned, seeing stars.
"See," he said against my jaw. "Enjoying yourself."
I yanked him and kissed him.
Llewellyn let me for a few moments, his rhythm steady, then I noticed he was taking something out of his inventory.
He caught my wrists and the thing snapped around them by itself.
Huh? I looked up and…. Rope.
Oh. Fuck.
"Much better," Llewellyn said, mouthing at my jaw, and went down on me again.
Oh my god.
"Didn't you say you'd bought it for regular use only?"
"I did," Llewellyn said, pausing for a moment to answer. "This is a different item than the one you're thinking of. It ties itself."
Yeah, I could see that.
I was really at my limit, he had to get on with it now.
"Llewellyn," I said. "Just do it."
Llewellyn seemed amused.
"No please?"
Fucking hell.
"You bastard," I gasped.
"Mmh," Llewellyn said. "Not good enough. Those 500 years are starting to sound like a really good plan."
Goddamnit.
"Please," I forced out. "Happy now?"
"That was terrible," Llewellyn said, clearly entertained. His fingers didn't stop moving, making it impossible to think straight. "Try again."
I tried to glare at him but another curl of his fingers made my vision white out for a second. "Fine. Please, you insufferable—"
Llewellyn laughed, sounding delighted, then he took me in his mouth again before I could finish the insult, and I lost the ability to form words entirely. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he pulled back.
"Better," he said. "But I think you can do better than that."
I let out a moan.
"I didn't hear you," he said, before sucking a bit more.
Fuck.
"What exactly do you want?"
Llewellyn moved up to kiss my throat, still working me with his fingers, making me arch up. "Just a proper please. With feeling."
I looked up at him, face flushed, hair tousled. I swallowed.
"With feeling? What are you, a theater director?"
Llewellyn laughed against my skin. "Would you prefer I keep going like this?" And moved down between my legs to curl his tongue around me for a second, before pulling back.
"Please," I gasped, giving in entirely. "Please. Come on."
Llewellyn's breath caught.
Huh.
"…Alright," he said after a second. He'd gone pinker in the cheeks, too.
He released me to go for the third vial, moving up my body. He leaned down to bite on my lower lip.
"Told you it was not a long time if you enjoyed yourself."
I was so hard it hurt.
"Not a long time? I've been ready for the past—"
He shut me up with a kiss.
"Is the rope staying on?" I panted.
"Yes," Llewellyn said. "Unless you have complaints?"
I let out a noise.
Was he trying to kill me?!
"I gather that means 'No complaints'," Llewellyn said, and poured the contents of the third vial over himself before positioning himself, grabbing me by the hips, and pushing in.
Fuck.
Those vials were so good, he didn't need to go slowly at all.
Still, he did—which was somehow worse, because there was no discomfort at all, just a slow frying of my brain, and my body jolting up and shaking with every inch.
"Good?" he asked.
That was an understatement. I could barely breathe, and because of the rope, I couldn't even pull him down into a kiss!
As if reading my mind, Llewellyn hovered close himself. I craned my neck up and kissed him.
"You look like you're having a good time," Llewellyn murmured against my mouth, and yeah. Each one of my nerve endings felt like it was on fire.
"You sure you didn't use some kind of… uh… aphrodisiac or something?" I gasped. Honestly, I was dying and he wasn't even moving yet!
Llewellyn looked at me, amused. "I didn't," he said. "But if you like, I can next time. Is this a fantasy of yours?"
Fucking hell. This was going to be filed together with the mailbox thing he mentioned before. Wait, no, now they were the same one!
"Wasn't until five seconds ago," I mumbled, and Llewellyn snorted. "Feels good," I said, swallowing. "You can move."
Llewellyn kissed down my throat, finding a spot that made me arch up involuntarily. "That was the idea," he said, and started rocking slowly.
The rope adjusted itself when I moved, keeping my arms stretched above me but not uncomfortably. Mostly, I was focused on the way Llewellyn was taking his sweet time about everything.
"You can go faster," I said, trying not to sound as desperate as I felt.
"I could," Llewellyn agreed, but didn't change pace at all. His hands were everywhere—running down my sides, gripping my hips, sliding up to press against my chest. "But you were about to come just a few moments ago. Can you last if I do?"
"I'm not exactly sure I can last if you don't," I groaned.
Llewellyn snorted, but his cheeks had gone scarlet.
"Fine," Llewellyn said, leaning down for a… uh… very filthy kiss. Then his grip on my hips tightened.
The change was immediate. He pulled back and snapped forward. Fuck. My hands twisted in the rope above me, but the magic held firm.
"Better?" he said.
The new rhythm had me gasping. I couldn't think. Every thrust sent sparks shooting up my spine and made me arch up.
The rope pulled my arms higher suddenly, changing the angle of everything. I let out a broken sob and Llewellyn kissed me hard, his fingers digging into my thighs, spreading them wider.
The angle was incredible. The rope kept me exactly in place, and every movement sent lightning through my spine.
"Llewellyn," I gasped.
He leaned down, biting at my throat, and the change in position made me see stars. I was so close, teetering right on the edge, but I couldn't quite—
"Want to come?" Llewellyn asked.
Oh my god. Was this the time for teasing?!
"Obviously," Llewellyn said, amused. Looked like I'd said that aloud.
"Asshole," I gasped, kissing him.
"That's not please."
Fucking hell.
"Please," I groaned finally, caving in.
Llewellyn's hand wrapped around me. "Mmh," he said against my temple. "Well done."
I hurtled over the edge pulling against the rope, clenching around him.
"Fuck," I heard Llewellyn gasp, a bit desperately. "Can you—"
"Keep going," I said even though I was floating, every single one of my nerves was firing, every movement drawing out another aftershock. "Come on."
Llewellyn's control snapped. He grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise and drove forward once, twice more before burying his face in my neck and shuddering through his orgasm.
We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard.
I was still tied up, and Llewellyn's weight was holding me down, but I could still turn my head and mouth at his cheekbone, temple, anything I could reach.
Llewellyn dragged himself up. A hand curled around my waist and he slid his tongue in my mouth, proprietary.
Fucking hell.
That set me on fire again. The rope vanished from my wrists. I reached for Llewellyn and slid a hand into his hair.
Llewellyn eased out of me and laid down next to me as we made out.
"We crossed about fifteen boundaries tonight," I said.
Llewellyn hummed, then looked at me, eyes warm.
"Any regrets?"
"Well, I guess we could have used the chocolate fountains."
Llewellyn laughed. My hand was still in his hair and he went back to lave kisses down my neck.
"You could have chosen a place with showers, by the way," I added after a moment, shivering a bit.
"This place has showers," Llewellyn said.
Wait—what.
"Do I even want to know why you know that?"
"I told you I've never brought anyone here before," Llewellyn said, looking at me, amused. From up close, it was devastating.
"Does it mean you come here to—"
"I might from now on."
…I definitely didn't need that image.
"I've just explored the city a lot," Llewellyn said, kissing me.
"Don't move," he said after a moment. "I'll be back in a second." And got off the bed.
He came back soon after with two wet towels, warm, which he refused to pass to me, cleaning me out himself. This was possibly even more embarrassing than all we'd just done, as far as I was concerned.
He left again to put those away. When he came back he was holding a huge box full of all sorts of chocolate pralines and mini cakes. They looked incredible.
"These have recovery bonuses," he said, passing the box to me. "But you can also take anything else here."
"What's your favorite?" I asked, peering into the box. Llewellyn pointed to one with hazelnut bits.
I couldn't resist. I took it out and fed it to him. Llewellyn went bright pink but sucked it out of my fingers.
Uh.
"Have we moved into corny territory yet?" I asked.
Llewellyn snorted and leaned in to kiss me again.
He tasted amazing.
"I'll tell you after we shower," Llewellyn said, bringing a chocolate piece into my mouth, too. Okay, wow. The taste was incredible. "And have more chocolate."
Well, I wasn't complaining.
I also didn't complain while we were making out in the showers (this place really did have showers, it seemed), pulling at hair, hands roaming everywhere.
Or in the shop later, next to the chocolate fountain, pressed against the huge glass window, with Llewellyn's fingers covered in chocolate in my mouth.
The chocolate was melting on my tongue when Llewellyn pulled his fingers away, and bit down on the nape of my neck, making my brain short-circuit.
"You know," he said, voice low, pressing me harder against the glass with the next thrust and dipping his fingers into more chocolate, white this time, before bringing them to my lips. "There's an entire city here."
I let out a garbled noise.
"The bookshop," he said, biting down on my throat, "has huge reading nooks with cushions. The rooftop garden has a greenhouse with outdoor sofas. The Elemental Café has private pods with full-length recliners. The gazebo in the main square has benches built into the whole perimeter."
"Benches," I said, gasping against the glass. "That's a downgrade if I've ever heard of one."
"Is it?" Llewellyn said. "I thought you'd like that," and I flushed hot. "There's also a swimming pool. Many hotels. A lot of those huge mailboxes scattered around. Lots of lampposts every other step. Public parks."
I swallowed.
"How long before we have to go back?" I asked, though thinking was getting increasingly difficult.
"Hours," he said, dipping his fingers into more white chocolate, smearing it over my throat, then leaning in to lick it. Fucking hell. "Unless you have somewhere else to be?"
I'd never been happier to have dropped my shifts.
"Nope," I said.
"Good," Llewellyn said, bringing more white chocolate to my lips.