[Jem sleeps real good in post-orgasm bliss. She sleeps in Eddie’s arms, sleeps like she’s passed out, goes honey-sweet empty-blank and conks out. Her cheeks are still sticky-dry from crying, her thighs ache. She sleeps in peace, even through Billy coming in and speaking, even through Eddie speaking in turn.
She stirs, just a little when Eddie moves, and only manages to grumble and reach for a pillow to cling to instead. The world is a fuzzy blur; she can’t quite open her eyes, but she can hear their voices, can hear the shuffling and rustling around her like it’s a dream.
She buries her face into the pillow, and tries to keep drifting. Tries to keep herself under the lull of rest, but still reaches out a hand, blindly, for Billy - just to feel him, to ground him. ]
[ Eddie moves away to get the damn thing and Jem is a nice solid weight in the bed, already reaching for him. He slides in close, smelling the soap she likes to use, her sweat, the smell of sex that's grown familiar.
He licks his lip, looks at Eddie over his shoulder and says with a challenge: ] You tell me.
[ Isn't that the point? Of the leather strap, the collar? ]
Sounds like we need to tire you out, baby. ( Eddie says as he slips back toward the bed, Billy's matching collar in hand. he figured, really, that it'd be the case.
for all the bitching Billy does, he's more relaxed when he's on his knees. at least in Eddie's eyes. the way he'd looked with the collar on, the breathless little gasp when he'd tried it on had told Eddie how the night would go. he crawls over Billy in the bed, over him on all fours and leans forward to press his lips to his shoulder-blade. ) Show me that pretty neck of yours.
( it's a request, yeah, but Eddie's fingers are already threading through Billy's hair to move him. )
[Her hand finds Billy's, eventually. Fingers linked through his, palm to palm. She drags it to her mouth; kisses his wrist, his palm, his knuckles. She kisses the meat of his thumb, then drags it into her mouth and suckles slow, deliberate, eyes closed.
She cracks them open to watch only when she hears the sound of Billy shifting, of the metal of the buckle. She watches them with her throat going dry, eyelids sleep-droopy and her mouth smiling around Billy's thumb, post-fuck silly. ]
Eddie slides behind him and Bill arcs his neck to the side; he doesn't know where he wants to look. At Eddie behind him with his mischievous dark eyes, or Jem, who looks sleepy and cock drunk, blue eyes moony when her lips close around his thumb.
His thumb drags over her thumb, presses down, hooks behind her teeth. He shifts a little when the leather settles around his neck, when Eddie's fingers lead the clasps through the eyelets, when it tightens against his neck. He licks his lip, eyes dropping to Jem's throat.
He pulls on her teeth, juts her chin upward so he can duck and lick a stripe up her neck, tasting sweat and sex. His back arches, presses back against Eddie's front, animal-like. That would be better, he thinks. Just to act, not to think, animal-like.
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She stirs, just a little when Eddie moves, and only manages to grumble and reach for a pillow to cling to instead. The world is a fuzzy blur; she can’t quite open her eyes, but she can hear their voices, can hear the shuffling and rustling around her like it’s a dream.
She buries her face into the pillow, and tries to keep drifting. Tries to keep herself under the lull of rest, but still reaches out a hand, blindly, for Billy - just to feel him, to ground him. ]
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He licks his lip, looks at Eddie over his shoulder and says with a challenge: ] You tell me.
[ Isn't that the point? Of the leather strap, the collar? ]
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for all the bitching Billy does, he's more relaxed when he's on his knees. at least in Eddie's eyes. the way he'd looked with the collar on, the breathless little gasp when he'd tried it on had told Eddie how the night would go. he crawls over Billy in the bed, over him on all fours and leans forward to press his lips to his shoulder-blade. ) Show me that pretty neck of yours.
( it's a request, yeah, but Eddie's fingers are already threading through Billy's hair to move him. )
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She cracks them open to watch only when she hears the sound of Billy shifting, of the metal of the buckle. She watches them with her throat going dry, eyelids sleep-droopy and her mouth smiling around Billy's thumb, post-fuck silly. ]
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His thumb drags over her thumb, presses down, hooks behind her teeth. He shifts a little when the leather settles around his neck, when Eddie's fingers lead the clasps through the eyelets, when it tightens against his neck. He licks his lip, eyes dropping to Jem's throat.
He pulls on her teeth, juts her chin upward so he can duck and lick a stripe up her neck, tasting sweat and sex. His back arches, presses back against Eddie's front, animal-like. That would be better, he thinks. Just to act, not to think, animal-like.