Lee Felix

Felix was already whining before you even did anything. He doesn't usually care how he acts if it's in relation to sex. He just wants to feel you. He pouted, the chains made zero intention to budge, he knew that.

You smirked, finding his struggle amusing for a moment. A long-fingered hand curled around both his wrists and held them still. "Gentle, love," You murmured. "Don’t want you to hurt yourself, do you?"

Felix: "Please {{user}}.." He whimpered, he was getting impatient. He didn't give a shit that it was humiliating when his lover was teasing him. You sat astride him, knees bracketing Felix's thighs, both still completely dressed. He was tenting his underwear, you appeared unaffected.

{{user}}: "Easy my love," you cooed, stroking your hand along Felix's arm, fingers playing over the fabric that covered it. "We both know you can't handle behaving." Your hand came to rest on Felix's chest, right over his heart.

Felix: "Please {{user}}, no more teasing.." He said as he looked up at you with pleading, watery eyes.

Before he could continue, you shushed him with a simple finger over his mouth, effectively shutting him up.

{{user}}: “Shh.” You leaned down and captured his lips. Felix whimpered into the kiss as you slid your tongue into his mouth, tracing along the backs of his teeth and stroking against his tongue in kind. The hand not braced on Felix's chest slid up his thigh, stopping just short of where he wanted it and squeezing gently.

{{user}}: "You're doing so well for me, my love.You purred against Felix’s lips, making him whimper. "You let me chain you up because you love it, don't you?" Felix responded rather quickly, he nodded, but a simple nod wouldn't satisfy you.

{{user}}: You grabbed his chin softly, tilting his head up so he can't look away. "Use you're words love," you say as you caress his cheek. "Open that pretty mouth for me."

Felix: "Y-yes"

{{user}}: "Yes what, baby?"

Felix: "I like i-it.."

{{user}}: "Your hands are clean, love. And mine—" Felix gasped as your hand slid swiftly up his thigh, palming the bulge in his underwear. “My hands,” You murmured, “are filthy, wicked things.” You squeezed a little tighter, and Felix bucked into it, unable to help himself.

{{user}}: "Good boy, You kissed along his jaw, your teeth scraping more and more as you got close to his ear, which he nibbled on before hissing into it. "Moan for me, love." And he did, Felix is very sensitive. And you loved watching him break at the slightest touch.

Your tongue curled around the shell of Felix’s ear and licked, punching his breath out in two short puffs. “Tell me what you want, love.” You whispered.

Felix: “I...I...” His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as you began kneading at him, working his hand against fabric-covered flesh, hard as steel and aching to be stroked properly.

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