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[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[a sight some haven't seen for a while, and many haven't see at all: our resident forced submissive is kneeling in a semi-public area, hands tied behind his back, his eyes closed. He's panting rather forcefully, and while you can see him actively trying not to fall into old patterns, there was someone very skilled at what he does playing on his reactions and slipping past whatever defenses he's managed to build]

((Pornpornpornporn))

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[fononfailure]

Then what do you mean...?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

... [turns away, going to Asch]

[fononfailure]

A..Asch! *reaches out to grab him.*

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[gasps when she grabs him]

[fononfailure]

Ah.. Please, tell me what you meant.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

M-me... Ah...

[fononfailure]

*takes her hand back.* You..?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[trembling, sliding to his knees] Yes.

[fononfailure]

*kneels in front of him.* But why?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[lifts his chin, looking at her, panting]

[fononfailure]

Sorry..

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[closes his eyes] You're... nng. [head tilts forward]

[fononfailure]

...? *moves closer to hear him better.*

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[looks at her, eyes glazing over]

[fononfailure]

I'm sorry, Asch. I didn't mean to get you so worked up.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[slowly moves into a submissive position]

[fononfailure]

No. You don't have to do that.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[panting, hands behind his back]

[fononfailure]

Asch, stop that. Don't go back to doing this..

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

Please...

[fononfailure]

...you need me to..?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

Yes. [panting, arms shaking] Yes.

[fononfailure]

*nods, inching close enough to grab him.*

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[waiting, taking trembling breaths]

[fononfailure]

*starts rubbing the tips of her fingers along his length.*