#I WANT OUT IM EMBARRASSED SHE'S SO SHAMELESS

[zorkaya-moved]

" tie me up and take me over. " from kaveh : ' )

@avaere

It's not rare for their roles to switch around when one feels more dominant or submissive or whatever role they wish to adapt. Their trust and comfort with each other dictates their casual approach to who can take the lead, it's always a fun time no matter who gets to play around first. They love each other too much to be selfish in bed, selfish as in being the only ones who gets to experience pleasure. No matter who it is that leads, they always want each other to feel good mutually. After all, if the other party does not find delight in their love making, then what is the point?

Zarina cannot deny the shine in her eyes upon hearing those words from Kaveh. Especially when he's already covered in her lipstick, his lips and his neck blooming in that delectable shade of red. She can never stop adoring him, loving him, and spoiling him whenever she can. Who would not be so tempted by the loving look, by the curl of his lips, by the respiness in his voice from their makeout. Zarina knows she's been eager, it's hardly unusual, but those light bites on his bottom lip and those hickeys already making their appearance speak of her desire to take that role upon herself today.

Sokolova hums in approval of his request, kissing his cheek and nuzzling into his neck before pushing him to fall back on the bed and onto the soft pillows (just how many does she need? many). If he wishes to be tied up and be under her indulgent care, she'll obey his request and will deliver the debauched delight onto him. Not many know the depravity lurking beneath such prestige, shamelessness is as sweet as Kaveh's lips taste to her after the desert he enjoyed fully, made by her.

"Take off the rest, love," she kisses him on the nose, smiling at him with adoration and love. He's safe, he's always safe with her and she'll never cause him harm. No matter how passionate sex and play would get, Sokolova will always remind him of how much she loves him. But as she needs him to take off the rest of his clothes, she slides off the bed to open a drawer where she keeps her hidden (not to Kaveh, really) stash of different toys and ropes. Eyes look for what she needs and when she finds the softer silky rope to bind her architect's wrists in, she hums in approval, choosing the color of his eyes for the evening.

As she looks back, Zarina has to remind herself not to salivate. Kaveh is a piece of art, no matter what he does in her eyes. The softer glow of his skin with the dimmer light surrounding them, with the way his eyes were so pretty and with how her own lipstick marked looked beautiful on him. He never ceases to make her feel like she's at a loss for words. It'd be such a tale to tell him that the first time she saw him, she was tongue tied. Once again, she recovers in record times by approaching the bed, climbing on top and having to swallow because of how delectable Kaveh looked when he would be tied up, all ready for her to to trace her prettily manicured finger across his chest, abdomen...

"Let me know if it's too tight," she then proceeds to kiss him on the forehead, ensuring that his wrists are tied to the bed frame nicely without being too painful. As she watches him tug on those restraints and giving her an approval, she works on her own clothes. Well, what was left of it, really. It was much, just her shirt and her underwear. But, despite how little there was, the silverette enjoyed too much giving out a show to her dearest architect.

As she sheds the last piece of cloth, she tosses it into the laundry, knowing that with how wet she already is below, it's better that way. As she hovers over his body, one hand using the bed frame as a support and the other caressing Kaveh's face, her tone of voice changes, dripping with saccharine delight and adoration. "I love how watching me gets you hard, Kaveh. Am I that pretty and desirable in your eyes?"

Naturally, she knows the answer, but she wants to hear it from him. It's a play now, starting now. The way her thumb traces across his lower lip, her smile is both amused and sly in how she encourages him to speak up. After all, she loves his voice and how vocal he can be. Her special, her soulmate, her dearest, her everything. The one and only who can ask for anything and she'll deliver it to him, be it her own ambition or be it the world at large, but she knows... Oh, she knows how his kind heart will just ask for her. And she'll always give herself to him because she, too, wants to be his for all eternity.

She knows she catches herself on adoring him for a second too long with how captures his lips in a deep kiss, a bit more commanding and a bit more assertive to show off who's in charge, but still loving. His tongue pressed against hers, and she is a tease enough to lower her hips to let him feel how wet she is against his cock, swallowing the sounds in that same kiss. The flex of his muscles, the heat radiating from his body, the familiar combined scent of heat and his cologne. He's driving her insane without even doing anything. It's so obvious that her body is just a bit colder than his, but it's not enough to shiver, simply to notice the difference. "I love you."

When she whispers that, she's already moving down to kiss kiss neck and to leave more traces of her marking. Subtle bites, hickeys, kisses. She worships him like it's her last day in Teyvat every single time, paying attention to his nipples, noticing the twitch, ignoring his dick because she can and she would until she's satisfied with her worship or he asks her to take him in. She drags out any and all noise she can, encouraging him through praises and the coos of his name. She knows how hard it is when she presses their bodies together, feeling his hot and hard cock against her abdomen trapped between their bodies, moving just enough because she's shameless and doesn't mind his precum to be on him and on her. She'll clean him up if he asks, she'll do anything if he just begs sweetly enough.

But when she sits up, Zarina is amazed at how her teasing and her ordeals paint an even prettier picture. Her mind is wired and her body yearns for more, but her dominant side asks for more encouragements and for more raspy, breathless words. Look at me, love me, want me so badly you'll be drowning in pleasure when I finally give in because I want your obsession and I want your love. Sokolova hums in delight, looking down at his pretty dick, licking her lips fromhow she knows she'd love to take him in her mouth but decides against it. Not when she's on top like this and wants to drive Kaveh just a bit more insane from her words, her voice that is saturated with lust, amusement, and intense love.

"You'd be so deep in me, Kaveh," she whispers, adoringly yet there is such heavy tone of lust and want. Her own deep breathes come from her arousal, her want, her neediness. She lets the tips of her fingers to travel from his base to his tip, watching his face and any changes in his expression. Her exhale is hot and heavy as she hopes he looks exactly where she wants him to, to see just how deep he always gets inside her and just much she can can always take it. "See? "

She chuckles, adoration is gleaming and she wants nothing more than to finally ride him. She's teased him enough, ignored his aching want enough, but Zarina wants to hear it from him. Just one sentence as a response to her question.

"Be a good boy and tell me, Kaveh, what do you want?" More like, should she finally fuck him and ride him until he sees stars or should she continue her teasings because, sadly to the architect, Zarina is able to push her own neediness away if it means peaking the pleasure of her beloved... that is him. Even if it requires just a bit of edging. "Tell me in that pretty voice of yours, love."