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[nifties]

John walks Behrad to his door and just barely resists the urge to tuck the big idiot in before telling him sweetly good night and closing his door before murmuring a low incantation for no one else's ears; putting a protection seal over the room that flashes up gold for an instant before disappearing with the only proof it was ever cast. He turns quickly on his heel and almost runs directly into Zari who must be heading back to her room after leaving Nate. He smiles wide if lackadaisically, his high still pleasantly wearing off.

"Well, hello there, princess," he greets warmly, hooking her arm with his at the elbow in a way he means as charming. He clearly has no idea Zari could have seen what just happened. "I was heading to the galley for a cuppa. You'll join? It's because of these bloody clothes I'm freezing half to death." The implication being it's her fault because she dressed him, or something.

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"Everything," he repeats in a hiss, biting into his lips at the way her hand squeezes over his; at how much she wants this. At how much she wants him. At first, maybe it was self-destructive in a way, upping the ante in the expectation that it would be too much for her. But she always rises to the bait - and then some. John's other hand closes over the wrist behind her back again, careful not to make it painful for her even as he makes it abundantly clear again he's controlling this scene. If only because it seems to get her so hot. "I never would have thought... you'd be into this." Into him, dominating her. It's why he'd never really tried until she gave him his day. Something he still calls up memories of every time they're apart.

He keeps up the stutter of his hips, losing rhythm but remembering how she'd asked him not to stop and wanting to oblige. Even in this position, her pleasure is paramount to him. His fingers twitch against her throat, feeling her pulse in his palm and feeling powerful for being allowed that type of ultimate trust.

"Do you want to hear... what I might be into?" He breathes it heavily into her ear, still putting off actually telling her what it is. He'll chalk it up to distraction later, but as always it goes back to his fear of rejection, though she's never turned away from him once even when she absolutely should have.

[influenceher]

John has changed a lot of things for Zari. She knows she could never do this with anyone else. All of this is like an extended trust fall for her. She extends herself a little more each time just to see what he'll do with it. John never disappoints her. That may not be true of the others, but the world has a way of narrowing when they are together. Those people have no place in this little bubble they've created together.

The hand covering his drops once he takes the other behind her back. It's perfect bliss to lose herself into the motions of their coupling even if John is off-key. The sensation of being held so securely by him, being so helpless yet safe, will keep her going to the last second. Zari is eager to extend this feeling for as long as she can.

"I'm into you." Zari reminds him. She's open to wherever this takes them. Her pulse quickens at the question. "Tell me. Please."

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His heart leaps against his chest when she lets go, appreciating it for the showing of trust it is even if others might take advantage. It's why she's right to place her faith in John and John alone, at least in this matter. He would sooner die than intentionally hurt her, but he can sense how much pleasure she's drawing from this and it gives him the confidence to constrict his hand on her throat just a tiny bit more, holding her other arm firmly up against the small of her back as his hips snap up into hers in a thready, untimed rhythm.

"I miss that mirror... seeing your face when I have you like this," John reminds her, sure she's remembering the same thing which makes it all the sweeter even if he can't see her expression for him. The words and the unmistakable way she shares his desires are more than enough to compel him to tell her what else has been on his mind, for a while now. "Have you ever used a strap-on?" Just the question is more than suggestive enough, and he waits to see what she'll do with it before he elaborates further though she'll easily be able to feel the way his face gets hot where his cheek is still pressed to hers.

[influenceher]

His name slips out of her mouth the second his grip tightens. Her brain is white noise and compilation of nerves set on fire with every snap of his hips. For once in her life she doesn't have to think. There's no angle to work or plan to enact. It's in John's hands. She feels a strange sense of peace. That said, Zari absolutely misses that mirror. She wants to see how he reacts to see her flushed, heaving, and at his mercy. That look he gave when she first submit to him will be etched in her brain for a while now.

"Next time." Zari promises. She has no idea how she'll fulfill it. She knows she wants the image of his hand over her throat etched in too. The question does give her pause. Zari isn't against it, of course. The thought of John beneath her is always sweet, but being the one to penetrate him for a change, well, she loves it. Zari also knows she has no experience with it. Every man she's dated is basically the definition of toxic masculinity. They'd never be so vulnerable with her.

John is nothing like them. She can feel from the heat against her cheek how much he wants this. "I could start." As loathe as she is to admit she doesn't know about something, he does deserve to know considering he'd be the first she'd tried it with. "Would you like that, baby?" She asks sweetly. Her pulse speeds up tellingly; as if she needed more fuel to push her closer to the edge.

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John isn't sure how she'll pull it off and yet he believes that she will, feeling her pulse hammer beneath his hand in a way that emboldens him to tighten his grip even the tiniest bit more. He's surprised by how much it turns both of them on, even if for him it's more because he's thinking about how much meaner she'll be with him on the next time.

The long pause to his question is more than answer enough, and more or less what he expected knowing of the kind of douchebags she's been with, but it still excites him to know they can go down this road together. He nods stiltedly against her face so she can feel it, but then hisses out an affirmative answer in her ear when it doesn't feel like enough, followed by a sharp exhale of her name.

His hand from behind her back frees itself to find hers, holding for a moment before he directs it along her abdomen then down between her legs. "Every time I watch you like this... I'm jealous," he admits, ridiculously close just by putting himself in her exact position in his mind. Each time he pulls out enough to feel her hand on him, he hisses broken words and sounds into her ear, his hand leaving hers after a minute of that to seek out the little bundle of nerves between her folds, now exposed by their coupling. Two fingers gently press as he goes on, "Want to get on my knees for you, too."

The image is enough to send him, let alone everything else they currently have going on. Careful of her safety to the utmost even now, he helps her to tip her head backwards against his shoulder, exposing her throat even more. His thumb presses into her windpipe as he bows his head to curve his lips against the juncture of throat and clavicle. His hips work faster and more messily towards an end with one goal in mind, teasing her clitoris with one finger as he slowly makes peace with letting this scene go.

"Do you want to come? You need to ask permission." He expects that will get her going, smiling against her skin and kissing at her neck softly in firm contrast to everything else he's doing to her now. His finger gives a last stroke in farewell though he leaves her own hand between her legs to do with what she will, wanting to feel one more time as he presses her wrist against the swell of her back, somehow forcing Zari into an even more compromised position. "You've been so good for me... how many times would you like to? I don't think once is enough for my princess."

[influenceher]

It is amazing the way he can make her feel like an exposed nerve while fantasizing about the all the things she will do to him. The lights dancing behind her eyes growing impossibly bright as his grip tightens on her throat bit by bit. She wants to promise John that he will be on his knees for her soon; worshiping her the way that only he can with that mouth of his. She wants to tell him in detail about the fantasy she is already building of having him face down on their bed, hands tied behind his back as she is buries herself inside him. She wants to make him beg and plead for her to never stop.

He is reduced her to soft whimpers, breathless moans, and broken words that resemble his name. All the sounds he makes in her ear as she barely manages to touch him are driving her insane. Zari needs John to finish this.

A part of her thinks he never will. He'll keep her trapped here, toying with her body in the cold water until she passes out from the over stimulation. Zari is distantly aware of how much she loves the idea; how desperately she wouldn't mind doing the same to John. He offers her an out. Maybe five minutes ago, she'd be stubborn about it. Zari can get herself off with the one free hand, she thinks.

Zari is too spent for that kind of of game. The position he has her in now just reinforces how securely John has her. Zari decides to finish the game his way. Her hand trails back up to rest over the one gripping her throat. Her thumb strokes back of his hand softly before the other hand strains against his hold one last time for the thrill of it.

Her lips work for a few seconds. It's struggle make the words he needs to hear after being worked over on so many fronts. "...Please, John. I need to... as many as you can." Her tone is breathless and desperate. Her grip on his hand tightens to drive home that point even as it ruins Zari further. "Please."

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It's automatic, the way his hand closes around her arm as she twists against him. She wants him to own her completely in this moment and he's never been so happy to oblige.

"In that case... I think we can beat our record. Two's a rather pathetic number, don't you think, baby?" His overly saccharin voice drips into her ear as he feels emboldened enough to tighten the hand around her throat, waiting until he hears her try to breathe before letting go. His hips stutter forward again, knowing which spots to hit to make her light up, his palm closing over her nose and mouth as he moves, confident this will make her fall of the rapidly approaching edge easily. "Count them out, sweetheart. I know that's number one..."

He waits patiently until she admits it before moving his hand so she can breathe, grinning against her face as he twists her arm that much more, making her feel a tiny bit of pain as she comes down off of her high. John knows all too intimately how intoxicating mixing the two can be, and her boundless trust makes him want to flirt with danger all the more.

Before Zari can come down entirely from her first orgasm, John's other hand trails back down her body, fingers pressing mercilessly against her through the sensitivity. He hums into her ear like it's the sweetest feeling for him, despite still holding out himself, rock-hard inside her. His hips snap in a rough rhythm along with his hand, forcing the second one over her while he just barely holds back from the edge himself. "You are so goddamn sexy," he whines into her ear, almost like it's a complaint.

[influenceher]

It is scary how good he is at this. Zari wants to give herself over for a change, see what he'll do with the power she gives him over her, and God does he not disappoint. Her skin practically vibrates from that sweet tone alone, knowing he is going to ruin her, and desperately craving it. He lights her up predictably, but the rest is so very new. She gets a sick thrill from the way his hand closes over her mouth and nose, holding off on giving in to the last possible second, and screaming into his hand. It's already more than she can stand without mixing the pain in. It leaves Zari a panting, breathless mess even before he forces the next organism onto her.

Zari has to reach up to cover her mouth at the cry that escapes her lips as the second one hits her, shivering against the hard line of his body as the release surges through her again. She's not big on restraint normally, but even she knows the others would be unable to miss this. She doesn't move her hand away until she's sure she can control herself. "And you're merciless." She says it like a compliment, out of breath still. Zari leans into him like she doesn't have a single bone in her body. "I can't take it." She whines without ever telling him to stop. John is still hard inside her. She knows they're not done by a long shot.

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The way she collapses against him is perfection to him, and he finally lets her arm go, helping her to straighten it without injury. John grins against her throat as both hands covetously roam her front, exploratory rather than demanding to start, but soon he's gently plucking at her nipples and running two fingers over her clit, biting into his lip at how positively soaked he finds her. He kisses at her neck, elation building under his skin even as he slowly pulls out of her body, biting into his lips against a moan at the slick feeling, the cold water making him shudder at the same time. He grabs onto her hips suddenly to keep himself from losing control.

"Turn back around, baby. You can take it and I want to watch you..." He manhandles her again, a little less gently this time as delicacy leaves him and his baser instincts take over. He draws in a sharp breath when she's straddling him front-ways again at last, one hand reaching up to cup her chin, locking his grip after a moment of caressing. "Take me back inside," he commands gruffly, eyes flashing as they catch on hers. "And ride us both home."

It's easily her favorite position, covering him; being in complete control, but he wants her to feel this from a different perspective. He wants her to feel powerless in a seat she usually rules him from, knowing the mixed signals will blow her mind for a round count of three.

[influenceher]

It is always her favorite way to finish. She knows this has to be it once the delicacy starts to leave John. She complies even if this leaves her to end it on her terms or so she thinks anyways. Zari gets to her knees in front of him, locking themselves against his legs. The water is cold as they shift, but her skin is still burning from their lovemaking. It's not as bad as it could be.

She'll finish this, clean up a little, and collapse into a heap in her warm bed. It is not bad as far as plans goes up until that soft touch turns into something harsher. Brown eyes crash into his as the command comes. Her tummy does little flips at the audacity of it. This is always her show.

Once again Zari complies, using her hand to guide him back in after lifting her hips up, still slick from the previous rounds. Her eyes fall shut, gasp escaping as he fills her back up. One hand braces at his shoulder as she prepares to move against him, the other going to lower the one holding her chin in place. "Are you ready, baby?" Her eyes open back up to meet his.

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He gasps, knowing soon he won't be able to keep himself silent any more as his eyes roll back into his head. She almost gets away with taking over, but slowly his gaze peels back as she tries to move his hand. His grip flips, grabbing her wrist and looking up at her with black eyes. John loves this view more than anything, but it isn't the time; and he's too far gone besides. He takes a moment to drink her in anyway, but then he's pulling her down against his chest at the same time his hips thrust up into her, the slap of their bodies echoing across the tile lewdly.

"That's my line," he chastises her, lips ghosting across hers in a cruel smile as his hands settle possessively over her backside and his hips start to snap faster and harder. "Tell me when." He seals the reminder with a tugging bite against that full lower lip.

[influenceher]

Zari gasps as he pulls her against him, quickly shifting into a loud moan as his hips snap up into her. There's nothing normal or standard about this. Her eyes are pitch black and unseeing with every snap. This would be more than enough to do her in if not for how clearly he's enjoying himself. Zari feels his mouth stretch into a smile. It's so unbelievably hot to have switch things up this way, take away the control she normally enjoys from this position, and revel in it. She could make a whole night of this, but they're both spent.

It doesn't take her long to get there, forgetting about being quiet as the only thing that seems to exist is the way their bodies slap together against the water and how it lights her up. Her nails dig into his skin as she finally breaks the silence to plead with him for one last release with her. "John, now. Please...." It comes out as little rasps. She's so far gone it's actually hard to form the words.

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He slowly sits up until he's fully seated inside her, both hands running up her body to cup her face. The move cuts his speed in half, but any discomfort he feels by denying himself is overtaken by how much he loves to watch her impatience get the better of her.

"Hold onto me," he orders into her ear, shifting so he can reach behind her to pull the drain plug. For how close he is to the edge, it almost compromises his control, but he manages to come back to her panting and still hard inside. "I'm gonna make you scream." It might wake the whole ship, but he doesn't care anymore. All he wants is to overload her with so much pleasure she can't see straight anymore.

One hand travels down her front covetously, his hot touch claiming every inch of skin as it passes to its final destination. John's fingers close around that small bundle of nerves at the same moment his hips begin to move again, catching just the right angle he knows will leave her powerless. As the water drains out of the tub around them, his legs close around her back, his public bone grinding hers as he tortures and pinches her clit.

"That's it, three for me, baby. Say my name." He hums against her lips as he leans in for an unsustainable kiss, trying to contain most of the noise with his mouth despite his threat from earlier. While she's still under the tide, his hips circle to one end, determined to wring a fourth and final orgasm from her though he knows how intense it will be for her. Just the thought of that sends him over with a relief-soaked chuckle as he sucks on her tongue, coming inside her hotly as both hands instantly release to pull at her nipples now. He can feel her sensitivity as her body convulses around him, milking him for every last drop. "Was that four? Oh, yeah, that's a much sexier number."

His hips work until he's sure they're both done and maybe a little beyond, enjoying the pain of his own sensitive member still buried inside her, fully empty.

"Next time, maybe we'll both get there," he murmurs against her before nuzzling into her throat, both arms winding around her until they both can catch their breaths enough to move.