hot_water | For Katya

Katya rumbles in return, hooking a finger into his collar.

"You have far too much clothing on." She informs him, pulling him down so she can kiss him, demanding and firm.

Tahno has no problems with this. In fact, he encourages her, his tongue running along the seam of her mouth while he lets loose a quiet moan. He begins stripping of his shirt while peppering her mouth with kisses.

She helps him, nimble fingers undoing buttons and pushing fabric away, teasing and tracing muscles she reveals.

"You know, I do adore the way you sound." She admits, nipping at the exposed skin of a shoulder.

His lip quirks, and he nips her ear back, rumbling into it, "Then I'll have to be loud."

He moves to his belt next, the chains sliding up and down his bare arm as he works his way out of his pants. When he strips, it's slow and measured, shaking his hips and stepping out of his trousers with deliberate movements.

She steps back, just enough to take in the view. And what a lovely view it is, all athletic eagerness and poise. Slowly she strolls around him, a light hand tracing as she goes - over his shoulder, down the elegant line of his back, spreading over his rear, dancing along his abs.

"That's what I'm hoping." She assures him once she's made her circuit. Then she smirks and starts kissing her way down his chest, and lower, settling her hands over that delicious rear.

Tahno is loud.

He moans and groans and yells, tangling his fingers in her hair and shouting himself hoarse. He looks down at her, a panting mess, and smiles crookedly.

"That surprised me," he rumbles, his voice low and husky as he gently cards through her hair.

She leans back on her heels, grinning like a particularly smug cat.

"Makes it even more precious. Though I'll have to work on the surprise - clearly that hasn't happened enough." And it was a ridiculous amount of fun - silly other people, missing out.

She holds up her hands, implicitly asking for a hand up.

Tahno immediately takes her hands, pulling her to her feet and wrapping his arms around her thin shoulders. He nudges the chain with his boot, having had it fall off his arm during their time together.

"Ya ain't gonna hear me complainin', that's fer sure," he drawls playfully, brushing his lips on her nose. "Ya want a turn now?"

"No, I'm pretty sure that wasn't complaining I heard, but I could try again and make sure." She laughs, and pushes on his shoulders. "Not yet, not yet - I want to see how good you look in silver."

Tahno offers her a squeeze and then releases her, crouching down to pick up the chain. He runs the links through his fingers, and offers it to her.

"As the lady wills," he drawls, watching her with a hooded gaze.

"The lady wills you to take your well-turned rear into the bedroom." She snorts, looping the chains over her shoulders. "I could carry you, but then I'd have to take a nap."

Tahno throws her a salute. "Yes, ma'am," he replies, and turns on his heel to march into the bedroom. He glances over his shoulder once, that cocky grin still on his lips.

"And now that I'm here and there ain't no need for napping, what does the lady will?"

"So cocksure - I should spread you over the bed face down and leave you to reconsider." She huffs in mock scolding, a pleased smirk giving lie to her words.

"The lady wills for you to go lie down, though - I think those posts will hold you, mmm?

"They should," he drawls. Tahno cocks his hip, curving his hand around it for a moment as he watches her. He saunters to the bedside and rolls on, wiggling his toes as he lays down on his back.

He laces his fingers behind his head and smirks right back at her. "Ready when you are, kitten."

Katya very carefully tests the locking mechanism on the cuffs. Satisfied they will be secure (and not stuck), she approaches the end of the bed, grinning.

"I am always ready, I do not know what you are implying." She retorts, her hands sliding gently over his calf, along the deceivingly delicate-looking architecture of his ankles, the strong line of his feet. The metal is still chill, the lock snapping closed around his ankle, and she secures the loose end to the corresponding bed post.

After studying the effect for a moment (so lovely), she moves on to his other foot.

Tahno shivers, the cool chain jingling as he slightly tugs his foot, rolling his ankle. "Always ready? I believe it," he drawls, drawing a breath through his nose as she clamps the second cuff around him.

"Damn, that's cold," he complains, though it's more a tease than anything else. He offers his hands to her, reaching forward with a cocky smile.

"Oh, we can't have that." She tsks, stepping out of his reach. She unbuttons her shirt, but only a little, just enough that she can tuck the cuff of the next chain between her breasts. She shivers reflexively, playing with the free end of the chain.

"Give that a moment, it'll be toasty warm." She assures him, wrapping the length of chain around one arm, and then the other, in turn, a smooth steady ripple of silver.

Tahno cracks up, throwing an arm over his eyes. He peeks out from under it, shaking his head. "That's kind of ya," he drawls, his voice bubbly with repressed laughter.

He simmers down, rolling his ankles again. "Though I'd rather have my hands there instead."

"Mmmm, it will be all the more rewarding when I free you." She teases, freeing the now-warm cuff and capturing his free arm. She is careful, making sure the chains are not pulled too tight, or in too awkward an angle. The last cuff she chaffs between her hands her breath fogging against the bright silver as she warms it.

"Damn right," Tahno drawls, pulling against the cuff with a powerful arm. The poster bed creaks slightly and the chain rattles, but it holds firm, and Tahno nods approvingly. "Silver seems like it was the way to go."

She locks the last cuff around his wrist, and after securing the chain's hold, she circles back to the end of the bed to study the effect.

"I was right, silver is gorgeous on you." Katya's gaze is dark and heavy. Slowly she begins to strips, enjoying putting on a show.

Tahno runs his tongue along his bottom lip, watching her. His hooded gaze traces over the subtle curves of her body, up and down, and he nods appreciatively.

"You are beautiful, kitten," he drawls quietly. Tahno tugs on the cuffs almost lazily, enjoying the sounds the chains make.

She snorts at him - scars, thin and silvery, criss-cross her body, her hair is a permanently frizzed disaster, and her fingers... ugh. Frustrating things, fingers. The tiger is more beautiful, in her opinion, but she doubts he'd appreciate that option at the moment.

Still, she climbs up, kneeling between his knees, and surveys her prize.

"It would be a very difficult night if you thought otherwise."

Tahno still finds all of her beautiful, scars and everything. He strains against the cuffs, trying to reach her, and lays back on the bed. He thunks his head against the headboard once.

"This could be frustratin'," he remarks airily, almost teasing. "I can't reach you."

Katya laughs, crawling up the bed to lightly boop his nose.

"That is somewhat the point." She reminds him as she straddles his chest, holding herself up with her hands braced on either side of his head.

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