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[crossmyheartandhope]

G-god - that's -

[It's a very tight fit, considering how hard he is, but she can probably manage with a little effort and maneuvering]

[unbr8kable]

[She tries it a couple times, though seems to have trouble with the timing between pulling her hand away and packing him into the cage--enough trouble that he might suspect it to be intentional, especially as her fingers add an extra brush over the base of his dick. But if he can stand a little manhandling, she eventually is able to flatten him in enough to latch the belt.

She swallows, throat dry--drags her gaze up his body to gauge his reaction, for as pleased as she is with her handiwork]

How's the fit?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The manhandling certainly doesn't do anything to help calm him down; his breath catches in his throat each time she applies pressure, and his hips rock forward, hopeful, into the teasing brush of her fingers]

[When it's finally in place, he bites down on his lip - shifts, and reaches to run a finger along the waistband of the belt, as though to test the strength of it. His cheeks are flushed; he can't quite seem to meet her gaze, but it's evident enough that his pupils are blown with arousal. Through the gaps in the overlapping leather straps, it's plain to see that a drop of that clear fluid has come clear of the tip to make a slick path down the length of him]

It ain't - bad.

Can kinda... feel it, though.

[unbr8kable]

Well, what do you expect, with you like this?

[She taps at that bead, rubbing carefully up the length of his cock, the sensation disappearing as her finger skims over flesh then leather over again]

Y'know, they make some that're firm, so you can't get hard at all. Wondered if you woulda like one of those, too... Too little, too late for you this time, though.

[She strokes up his length again, or at least what contact comes through the belt]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He whimpers, softly, at the slow path of her finger, teasing pressure and then nothing, and then teasing pressure again. When she starts to stroke, his breath leaves him all in a rush; his hips judder forward, decidedly needy, as though they haven't gotten the memo about what a chastity belt is supposed to be for, and a new trail of moisture trickles down to join the first]

[When he speaks, his voice is more than a little breathless]

Pretty sure... pretty sure it wouldn't've fit right now, anwyay.

[unbr8kable]

What a braggart.

[She gives another nudge to the well-filled cage--leans in to kiss at his ear before leaning back]

...Ready to go, then?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I'm just saying, like - if it ain't supposed to let you, like. You know -

[He cuts off with a shaky inhale as she nudges the cage - shifts a little, when she kisses his ear]

...yeah. Yeah, I -

Think I'm about as ready as I'm gonna get.

[unbr8kable]

I bet you are...

[Though her smirk fades, and she looks over at him from where she finally shrugs back on her shirt]

You're okay with this, right? If you ain't into it, we do something else, just say the word.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His eyes are very much on the motion of her shugging back into her shirt, the slow covering up of skin. He flushes dark at the question - the directness of it, perhaps, or maybe just what he knows his own answer will be, because he ducks his head and manages:]

I'm like... real into it.

[unbr8kable]

[She hardly deserves to blush after all this but does nevertheless--can't keep her smile from spreading either, too genuinely pleased and eager to come off as completely smarmy. Can't keep from leaning in for another kiss either, though it's mostly soft and chaste, her hand light on his hip for balance]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath catches at the kiss; he shifts, and leans into it further, too eager to qualify as soft and chaste,]

[unbr8kable]

[She seems happy enough to match his enthusiasm, nipping at his lower lip as her hand drifts lower]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He makes a soft sound into the kiss - shivers, at the path her hand is taking, and reaches out to pull her nearer]

[unbr8kable]

[With a low sound in the back of her throat she pulls back, dragging off the fullness of his lip--breathing a bit heavy]

...Being distracting. Thought you were hungry.

[She pinches the fullness of his hip, hard]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He groans softly as she pulls back - takes in a sharp breath at the pinch. His eyes are half-lidded, lips parted slightly]

Ah... yeah. Let's -

...yeah.

[unbr8kable]

[She curses, low; reaches out to cup his cheek]

Fuck, Cross... How're you always so damned lewd?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He leans into the touch like he can't help himself. When he speaks, he's a little breathless]

Pretty sure like... 95% of that's your fault.

[unbr8kable]

Pretty sure you got that backwards. And here I was, thinking you weren't even interested in that kinda stuff...

[Her pupils are wide as saucers; voice low and a little hoarse. She lets her hand drift lower down his chin, the flat of her thumb playing over the fullness of his lower lip]

...Now I'm almost considering not letting you outta here.

[She reaches out to tweak his nipple, firm through the sequinned top]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His lips part, obliging, for her thumb, and he laps softly at it - leaves off with a jolt, when she tweaks his nipple]

[The sound that leaves him isn't quite a whimper, but it isn't far off]

O... oh yeah?

[unbr8kable]

Fuck, you should see yourself. You should hear yourself...

[Her gaze drags up his body with naked want, though her lashes flutter at how easy her thumb presses into the plush of his lip. Her face is hot with awed desire, breath heavy by the time she pulls away]

...Put on the gloves and the heels. Then I think you owe me dinner.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He swallows, with difficulty - manages to nod]

Yeah. I... yeah. Lemme just -

[He's decidedly shaky, getting the gloves on - more than a little wobbly in the heels, once they're on his feet. But he manages, with some difficulty - straightens up when he's finished, flushed to the ears]

...think that's everything.

[unbr8kable]

You look stunning.

[If she'd been going for flippant it does not come off that way at all, her tone more pleased and impressed. She can't resist fluffing his petticoats a last time, nor smoothing down the front of the skirt, to make sure it falls properly, of course.]

...C'mon.

[And she takes his arm, finally opening the door to the dressing room]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He gasps, softly, at the fluff of the petticoats - cants into the firmer touch of her hand, leaning in as she applies pressure]

[It's a lot and not enough both at once, and he bites down on his lip, hard - ducks his head and forgets to breathe, for a couple of seconds]

[When she finally takes his arm and leads him toward the door, he's a little unsteady due to more than just the heels]

...jesus, dude. You're gonna kill me, you know that?

[unbr8kable]

[Shrugs airily, even as she takes advantage of his unsteadiness to walk close enough that he can feel the shift of her muscles and the tattoo of her heartbeat]

Lucky for you, heroes never die.

Not before lunch, anyways.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Lucky me, huh?

[Leaning into her a little more than he probably needs to, for help with the heels. His face is bright red, and the blush shows no signs of subsiding. Possibly he is mincing his steps a little,]