Obviously I've fucked some sort of compliance chemical into him. I suppose I'm not too upset about this at all, really. From my perspective, he's hot, I would love for this to be a regular thing between us, and I gave him just what he wanted, fast and hard and no fluffy preambles. Whatever effect I've had on him means he's okay with remaining tied like this for a while, or at least he thinks he is.

I'll just try not to be annoying pillow conversation. Huh. And on the topic of pillows.

I shift with him, trying to maintain a regular angle as he adjusts the brace of his arms. "We can sit," I offer, shrugging diffidently. "If you're getting tired~"