And that was one of the major differences between dark and light lovers currently sunk to the hilt and having trouble steadying their breaths. Alike after so many fashions, dry witty humour and chosen careers would bond radioheads through good times and bad, but more important, the ways they differed. Outgoing or introverted, Robb's loud and spontaneous personality paired Yin to Yang with Jon's steady, quiet demeanor, necessary contrast to keep harmful quibbling at bay. Jon lusted for denial, Robb pushed for opportunity; just as the former possessed patience to level off boyfriend's constant listings one adventure to the next.
Tender balances key ingredient to living in harmony like so many other give and takes.
Here, Jon chose to give. Offer to cut the chains that bound him so securely to queen size mattress he couldn't even thrust up into all that hot, tight heat squeezing him blind had come not once but twice that morning. Roundabout, "Please and ta very much, love," way of asking clear to him as goosebumps and flushing cheeks often informed Robb in morse code tappings that he was struggling too.
His tender-hearted Scotsman needed something three languages and years of practice failed to articulate and he would do his best to listen and provide. Happy to, quite literally, chop off limb and head if required.
"The left hand," he huffed, earth toned orbs locked to ocean depths. "Untie it."
No sooner were latchings unbuckled than four fingers and thumb dug possessive fingernails into the nearest freckled hip. Splayed and bound so effectively, he could pull and direct boyfriend's greedy bounce, manipulate body mechanics to angle and pummel hidden treasure trove of pleasure. Carve his signature into flesh and never let go so long as his name slipped sinfully from lips sheened in remnants from their first ever sixty-nine.
"You tell me if it's too rough."
There would be another opportunity in the future for Jon to beg for borderline abuse; today was for Robb.