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Edge whimpered as you lowered yourself onto his lap with a sigh, his cock buried to the hilt. You shifted your hips to get comfortable, then stilled, staring him down with a little smile.These sorts of sessions didn’t happen so much anymore, as you and your boys had gotten better at managing time, remembering to take healthy breaks and take care of yourselves. But inevitably, people slip up and forget.For example, today. Edge was creating a new menu for his restaurant and you’d reminded him to take regular breaks and to go to bed early if he was going to get up early.
But he’d gotten too absorbed into the dessert section and had tweaked an ice cream recipe all night. Even knowing he had to go into his restaurant early the next morning. He’d tried to go in anyway, even though he was visibly exhausted but you’d caught him.
One nap later, you’d tied him to his desk chair, teased him into summoning, and sat on his cock, daring him to move.
You planned to keep him like this for half an hour, but you’ll add an extra five minutes every time he tries to move. So far he seemed to be holding up fine, considering his situation.
He was tense, his claws digging into the armrests of his chair. His breaths were noticeably controlled and slow, trying to keep from moving. He was glaring at you, obviously unhappy you’d dragged him away from work.
It wasn’t like he was going to get in trouble for skipping the lunch shift. He was more likely to get scolded by his team for being a dingus and forgetting to sleep. He owned the place and you’d already called his managing team to tell them he was only doing the evening shift today.
After a few moments, you started to shuffle about so your legs didn’t fall asleep. As you lifted yourself a little to get your legs out from under you, your walls clenched down on him. A choked moan fell from his teeth and you felt as his thighs tensed.
You froze, waiting. He didn’t thrust up, but a whine left his teeth and his exhales turned to short huffs. You smirked at the state he was in from such a small movement and pecked him on the teeth for holding such control over himself.“How’re you doing, Edge? You look a little tense.” you teased, twitching your hips forward slightly just to see his reaction. He ground his teeth and growled, glaring at you knowingly.
“Keep Teasing Me, Gem. I Will Ensure My Revenge Has You In Tears.” he threatened stiffly, his voice still scratchy from the nap and a twitch of the teeth alluding to his internal thoughts. You narrowed your eyes at him, irritated that he was trying to take control from you. So, you decided to cut off his thoughts by clenching your walls and lifting yourself halfway off his cock, then stopping abruptly.
He immediately snarled in your face and thrust up, re-sheathing himself to the hilt. “You Tease!” he ground out. Irritated by his attitude, you snarled in his face and forced his hips down with your own, then wrapped your hand loosely around his neck, keeping him there with the threat of restricting his magic flow.
He went very still for a moment, his eye lights fuzzing around the edges. Almost instinctively, he thrust up a little bit. You tightened your grip, squeezing the mana line between the vertebrae and snarled in retaliation. You made sure to focus your intent on suppressing his magic, not cutting it off completely.
He didn’t move again this time, going limp below you, his lights fuzzing completely as he sank. Adjusting the grip on his neck to the back of his skull, you pulled his head so that it rested on your shoulder comfortably.
Sometimes it still surprised you how a little dominance from you put this feared skeleton into subspace. If this was anyone else suppressing his magic, he’d be threatening to roast their sorry carcass over an open fire. But for you, he sinks into subspace almost happily. Guess it was just a testiment as to how much he trusted you.
You'd ensure this trust wasn't misplaced, but he needed to be reminded of something important.Your face and tone softened so you didn’t spook him. You had to be careful with your words or he’d crash. “Are you going to be good for me, Edge? Are you going to listen?” you asked sweetly, rubbing his skull softly. He snuffled against the skin of your neck for a moment, then nodded. You hummed in approval. “Safeword?”
His small “Oreo.” tickled your neck, getting a small giggle. “Good boy. It’s so much easier when you’re like this, isn’t it? No worries, just feeling. Just us.” you murmured into the side of his skull, rolling your hips to punctuate your words, triggering another whimper and a shudder to run through him.
You noticed his hands trying to reach you, but unable to due to the ropes. A louder whimper left him as his arms went limp again and you remembered he felt safer when he had someone to hold.
So you undid the ropes. “There you go. You can wrap yourself around me. Remember you’re not allowed to move other than that, okay?” he was quick to squeeze you to his chest, claws digging into your sides, desperate to keep you close so he didn’t float away. He nodded into your neck.With Edge more comfortable and better grounded, you decided to address why he was like this in the first place. “Edge. Do you know why you’re not allowed to move? Why you were tied like that?”
It took him a few moments to find his words, but then a quiet murmur was muffled into your neck. “What was that, dear?”
“Mmm… I Stood Up All Night And Then… Tried To Go To Work Without Sleep.” he repeated, the last part quieter than the rest. His grip tightened on you, bracing for any actual retaliation, but you only rolled your hips again and nipped his neck. “Correct. What could you have done instead though?”
He shuddered and an aborted thrust from him had you jolting. You squeezed his vertebrae in warning but didn’t say anything until he did. “I… I Should Have… Been- Ah!” he was interrupted by your walls bearing down on his still buried cock. An accident, but it seemed to help him remember to change his phrasing.“Should’ve- Could’ve Been Patient! Could’ve Rested When I Saw 10:30 Light Up My Phone Screen! Oh S-stars! Gem Please!” He sobbed into your throat. You gave his skull a peck for remembering to say 'could' instead of 'should'. You knew it was cruel, but you needed him to remember this and if there’s anything that’ll help him pay attention to the message and what you were trying to reinforce, it’s pleasure. So you snapped your hips against him, periodically scratching the sensitive bone of his vertebrae and the top of his ribs with your nails.
You huffed from your own pleasure, your core throbbing against the tiny bit of bone just above where his member jutted out. “What could you have done, Edge? You could’ve been patient, could’ve gone to bed when you saw it was 10:30. What else could you have done, dear?” you asked again, going still.
Edge was sobbing and babbling incoherently now, trying to thrust up and get you to move, but you pinned him back with your hips and moved away to look him in the face.
Stars you thought he was drooling, but those were his tears soaking your neck. He had pink smudges all over his flushed cheekbones from where he’d been crying overstimulated tears into your neck and his eye lights were so fuzzy you wondered if he could even make you out.
You made a sound of sympathy and wiped his face. Then you softly repeated your question. He took a couple of breaths and hid his face back under your chin, which you allowed.
“Sh-Could’ve… Could’ve Come Found You Or Red If I Was Feeling Restless.” he finally uttered. You smiled. “Good boy. You did so well for me.” he sniffled at your praise and you felt him twitch inside you.
He nuzzled against your neck for a moment, then asked. “Can- Can I Move? You Said I Was Good, S-so I Can Move?” he sounded so small and hopeful, how could you say no?
You kissed the top of his skull. “Yes, dear. You can mov- ah!” he didn’t even let you finish before he was thrusting up into your heat frantically, mumbled and wet ‘Thank You’s being breathed into your throat with every thrust between little sobs of pleasure.You did your best to grind down onto him and clench down around him to help him along, but you struggled with the frantic, uneven pace he was going at. It was doing wonders for the knot in your belly though, your walls tightening around him as you neared orgasm.His claws tightened whenever he thrust up particularly hard, worried you’d fall off his lap. But it wasn’t long until he was whining and begging you to let him cum, more tears falling from his sockets as he tried to keep from cumming without your permission.
You hooked your legs and held his hips down, then pulled him away so he could look you in the face when you again asked. “What could you have done, Edge?”
He stuttered wordlessly for a moment, tears still streaming down his face as his hips tried to move and failed. Then- "F-found You! Found R-red! As-sked For Help! Please!"
A victorious grin split your lips. "Good boy. Now cum for me." you ordered, rolling your hips as you crashed your lips against his teeth, pushing your tongue against his.A choked, muffled sob left him as he came, warmth filling you. He was squeezing you so hard to his chest that you could feel his soul beating behind his ribs. He continued to lightly thrust as he emptied himself, the stimulation from it pushing you over the edge too, pulling a moan that got muffled by your sloppy kiss.
As he came down, you pulled away from the kiss for air and started praising him for doing so well and listening to you, nuzzling his skull and leaving light kisses in your wake as your hips continued to roll slowly.
Before long, he was whimpering from overstimulation and you had to pull yourself off him, his spent member immediately disappearing when it left you.
Now, came the hard part. Somehow moving him from his chair to his bed, which was five feet away. You’d think it’d be easy. Just get up onto shaky legs and push the wheeled chair over to the bed.
Except it’s not that easy. Whenever you tried to pull away in any form, Edge thought you were leaving and started to panic, making grabs at you and giving you the heartbroken eye lights.
It took a couple of minutes to reassure him that you were just going to move the both of you to the far more comfy bed. Even then, you had to compromise by letting him keep a hold of your hands while you tried to shove the chair over.
Once there though, he was quick to stand only to flop onto his mattress, taking you with him. Luckily he’s a comfy skeleton, so the landing wasn’t painful.
You fed him some water from the bottle you’d left on his bedside table, then settled down next to him, continuing to praise and comfort him while he recuperated. But surprisingly, he fell asleep shortly after getting comfortable.
Of course he’d fallen asleep with his arms around you, so you couldn’t move away. Not that you really wanted to, considering your presence is crucial to an emotionally stable Edge when he comes back from subspace, conscious or not. So, you just accepted your fate and settled in for a nap as well.
You hoped Red remembered to come harass you when 4:30 rolled around.