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This has been kind of a weird week. A weird couple of weeks, in fact, weirdbad, but this is the week of the seventeenth of December, and that's always a particularly hard time for Megamind. This is when his sense that everything is wrong with both the world and with him hits him hardest, and is most difficult for him to let go of. Everything seems to go wrong this time of year more than any other, and the Christmas emphasis on family togetherness is inescapable. He hates December so much.
But this year, it…hasn't actually been specifically bad, so far. This is definitely at least in part because Roxanne has been living in Evil Lair for more than a year now and she's fully acclimated and everything in Megamind's life is more beautiful than it has ever been.
(There was a rough patch between them last year, around this time. Roxanne had been terribly nervous after moving in and doing her best to hide it, and things had come to a head rather abruptly when Megamind began to try to lean on her a little more than usual, simply due to the time of year. He doesn't like to remember that episode.)
(But they sorted it out. They came out stronger, actually. Megamind had put his foot down and stood up for himself, and Roxanne had backed off and listened. It was good. It was a necessary series of conversations, unpleasant though it was.)
Still. All of this means that he is waiting for something to go terribly, horribly wrong, but the days simply are not cooperating. Everything is fine. He is on edge and jumpy and stressed out of his mind, and by the time his birthday rolls around—his birthday, urgh—he's exhausted. In the bad old days, he probably would have simply thrown himself into his work and refused to eat until he felt better—which Minion would point out only happened after the sobbing breakdown that always accompanies a metabolic crash because he would EAT after a crash and THAT was the catharsis, not fucking starving yourself, Sir—but these are not the bad old days. These are the bad current days, in which 'bad' is decreasingly a state of being and increasingly just…a job Megamind does. Which is fine, but it does offer far fewer opportunities for cathartic screaming.
"Beloved," Megamind says that morning, lying half-curled in bed with his eyes on Roxanne's ass as she puts her bra on and sweeps her small breasts comfortably into their cups, "tonight, after dinner. Can we play?"
"Sure," she says, digging for panties to step into. Megamind feels his lips tug into a small smile. "Yeah, what did you have in mind?"
"I'd…like you to play with me."
Roxanne turns and blinks at him.
He raises and lowers a shoulder. "I want you to have fun with me. Tie me down and then get off on me." He feels his ears flush a little when she raises her eyebrows. "You know," he says, "play with me. Slit, ass, whatever. Sensory torment, break me down hard and then, ah…use me."
"Hmmm."
She turns more fully to face him, lips pursed as she thinks, hands on her lovely wide hips. "That sounds fun," she says, standing in her underwear with a thoughtful expression on her face. "Sensory…do you want to try something new? We could use ice."
He cocks his head, considering. Ice sounds like it could be interesting.
"Yes," he decides. "Inside me?"
"Maybe. Will that hurt you? I know ice can hurt a human if left in place too long, but…" She trails off. He's shaking his head. "No?"
"No," he says, certain. "I have had ice on my bare skin far longer than is advisable several times, to no ill effect. It can be painful," he adds, more because he knows she'll be upset if he doesn't tell her that sort of thing than because he wants her to know, "but I'm…me. You understand." The right kinds of pain in the right kinds of situations can be so exhilarating.
She nods. "Okay. Sure, we can do that. Bondage? Collar and chain you to our bed here? And then just…mess around with you?"
Flushing deeper pink, he shrugs. Nods.
"Just have fun," he says, with his pulse in his ears, embarrassed. "Please use me," he says again.
Comprehension flashes across her features and then her expression goes sly. "Oh," she says, "so, he's my sweet toy today?"
Blushing furiously, Megamind nods.
Roxanne's smile grows and she turns away to finish getting dressed. "All right," she says, pulling an A-line skirt and a button-down blouse with soft ruffles and pleats down either side of the placket from her wardrobe. "I do always enjoy taking good care of my toys," and that really should not make him as hot as it does, but here he is, and he is well past feeling shame about it.
She kisses him goodbye and leaves for work, and Megamind finally drags himself out of bed. He has no major plans for the day, and so before he gets into his undersuit, he locates a particular harness he likes. Fine bands of leather wrap his legs and hips. And affixed to the strap that covers his ventral slit…
Megamind swallows as he slides the silicone into himself. It's a tube, molded and shaped to fit snugly inside of him and hold his long, prehensile cock still. This particular harness leaves his ass free—for shorter-term wear, he might use the configuration that would help him plug his ass, as well, but he won't be able to handle that much for this length of time.
But he's worn this one for several hours before. He knows he can do it. By the time Roxanne gets home, he might actually be too worked up to manage an orgasm, but that's fine.
Sort of the goal, really.
He takes it easy throughout the day, spending most of his time at his drawing board and keeping his movements slow and deliberate when he needs to do other things. Enjoying the stretch of his slit around the silicone, enjoying the frustration of being unable to shift and coil around inside himself the way he usually would when aroused. His usual lubrication rises inside him and leaks around the leather, as he expected—this is an old undersuit, and he doesn't care about the clothes he's wearing.
So far, he hasn't actually soaked through an undersuit, but it really feels like a pretty near thing by the time Roxanne arrives home that evening. Megamind greets her as usual, taking pride in his ability to hide the state he's in, but as they sit down to dinner—he told Minion about their plans; Minion has made himself scarce—he twitches and makes a sound in his throat, and Roxanne pauses.
She arches a brow at him. "You started without me?"
He flushes. "Just the sheath."
"Ah." She nods.
Megamind nods along while she tells him about her day, and he chats with her about what he got up to as well. He's pretty sure he's covering his arousal well, pretty sure he's behaving almost completely normally…but maybe the anticipation of his impending relief is starting to show on his face, because as they finish eating, Roxanne looks at him for a moment and then asks, "You okay?"
"I am."
She waits. Finally, when Megamind cocks his head at her, she quietly says, "This wasn't a totally unusual request, but…you don't usually start without mentioning it. You're sure?"
Megamind sighs. "It's just been a rough couple of weeks."
She doesn't reply, still studying his face. Waiting again.
Finally he just swallows and shakes his head. "This is always a bad time for me," he says, looking at his hands. "Personal history reasons, unimportant, but…well, you remember how I was last year. You know I've told you I don't get on well in December. Nothing particularly bad is happening yet this year, and that's…it's fine. Good, even. I'm not unhappy about it. But it has been very weird." He pauses. Shrugs, feeling terribly stared-at. "So I just…I want…I don't know."
Roxanne stands. For a moment, Megamind thinks maybe she'll say she doesn't want to do this while he's feeling so out of sorts—
—but then she comes around the table to him and strokes her hand over the top of his head, and he breathes. "So you want to be a good toy for me," Roxanne murmurs. "Just a soft, safe thing for me to play with, that doesn't need to think."
Not thinking sounds amazing. He nods and pulls himself into a hug with his arms around her waist and his face pushed to her stomach.
"You want to be screaming?" she asks, still gently petting over his crown.
He nods against her.
"You want me to make you cry?"
Another nod. What she can see of his ears is very pink.
"Okay," Roxanne whispers, resting her hand on his head for a moment, holding him against her. "Go to our room, get undressed, and wait for me there."
With a sigh of grateful relief, Megamind nods and gets to his feet, and turns away.
As his footsteps fade out down the hall, Roxanne turns to the freezer. She's actually had something prepared for a while, but she hasn't been sure how to broach the subject. For now, she pulls the silicone mold from the freezer, scoops some ice into a bowl, and gathers up a particular little cooler she texted Minion about earlier that day.
Megamind is just finishing peeling his undersuit off when Roxanne comes in. Blushing hard, he straightens and turns to face her, nude except for the harness pinning his cock inside himself.
"Oh," she says, voice going warm as she sees the state of his legs. He's been leaking into his undersuit all day; he's damp down his thighs and bright moisture is already beginning to gather at the edges of the strap holding his prison in place inside him. "You beautiful thing, how long have you been wearing that for me?"
"A while."
She smiles and walks to set her things down on the nightstand, and the cooler on the floor. "Come here, then. You'll wear it a little longer. Hands at your sides."
Megamind steps to her, and Roxanne cups his chin firmly in one hand and tips his face up. Her other hand caresses his neck, his back while she holds him in place and kisses him…and then finally she slides it down to tease at the cleft of his ass. Megamind jerks, whimpers into her.
"Shhh," she purrs against his mouth, questing fingers moving further. This harness is one of her favorites; it leaves more of him open and available for activities. "None of that. I'll be careful. I don't break my toys."
His cool skin is always so soft. She begins to lightly circle him with her fingertips and he shifts on his feet. Gasps into her mouth so he doesn't whine.
"Put your arms around me, beloved," Roxanne murmurs, and he lifts them and wraps them around her shoulders. Still holding his chin in place, she takes a moment to sweep her fingers through the slick arousal leaking from his slit before returning to tease and press gently on his twitching hole.
He moans when she slips her tongue into his mouth. He's trembling in her arms; he can't help it. This is already such a relief, to kiss her and feel her smiling against him, to feel her teasing him and know she's enjoying herself. This is exactly what he was hoping for. She's going to take him apart, undo him as she uses his body for her own pleasure. Her entertainment. He doesn't have to worry.
She rubs over him, pressing harder and massaging him while he jumps and gasps and kisses her. When she finally pushes two fingers past the rim of him he cries out and sways on his feet—but there's very little resistance. She gathers more fluid from his shaking legs, then pushes back inside. He lets out another soft cry and clutches her.
She is still holding his chin, but with her hand on his neck now, wrapped around one side with her thumb in the soft place under his jaw. Making him tip his head back, making him bare his throat and let her kiss and lick his neck as she opens him up on her hand.
"Is he so wet," Roxanne murmurs to him, fingers working slowly in his ass. Megamind gasps, jerks. The silicone sheath inside him shifts around his trapped, sensitive cock with every firm thrust of Roxanne's hand. "Has he been so wet, waiting for me. Mmm, we should find a way to really seal your slit, shouldn't we? Then your clothes wouldn't be so embarrassingly soaked. Of course, you'd still produce fluid…it just wouldn't have anywhere to go. You'd have to keep working as you slowly fill yourself up…stretch your body beyond even the silicone…all of it building up inside you, the pressure…"
Megamind seizes his lip between his teeth, imagining this. Roxanne steps back and guides him to stand with his legs together, then kneels down and begins to bind them with ropes above his knees.
"Oh wow," he whispers. Usually when they play like this, his legs are tied apart, not together, but—the angle of his body works just as well for this—his slit is far enough forward on him that he should still have no trouble extending—
Roxanne quickly finishes with his legs and presses a kiss to the strap over his sheath, gazing up at him with dark eyes. Megamind makes a small, choked-off sound in his throat, and she grins.
"Good?" she asks, on her knees with her skirt pooling around her legs, her hands framing his hips. She kisses the leather again and then bumps it with her nose, nodding gently, nudging the silicone deeper inside him so he gasps. Fluid squeezes out on either side, and she makes a sound of smug recognition and does it again, trailing a fingernail down along his wet skin next to the leather. "Hmm?"
"It's good," he manages, with fire curling through him at her touch and her position and the ropes on his legs—
She rises, still smiling wickedly, and turns him around. Megamind stumbles but Roxanne holds him steady, and then she pulls his arms behind him and begins slowly to lash them together there.
Megamind stares down at himself, panting, dick twisting in its prison inside of his body.
"Imagine the swell," Roxanne whispers, binding his wrists to his elbows across his back. It's a comfortable position for lying down, and has the advantage of baring his chest and the softly sweeping lines of his gills while leaving his shoulders perfectly accessible. "The swell, the stretch of it—no relief—I'd help you get undressed, of course; I doubt you would be able to manage it on your own. And I would admire you for a while, swollen and helpless, trembling with pleasure and pain…"
Megamind is already trembling. He tugs on his arms, feels no give, feels his cock jump uselessly inside him at the feeling of danger, of Roxanne's control.
"I could leave you like that while I kiss you, while I touch you. Let you suffer and whine while I play with you. Would you like that?"
Roxanne pulls him backwards against her when she finishes with the ropes. She slides one hand up to gently squeeze his throat and pull his head back, rubs her other firmly down over his belly to press hard on the strap over his pinned-open slit. Megamind cries out, gasping as she touches him, teases him. She's holding his neck; his arms are behind him and his knees are bound; there's nothing he can do but wait and squirm. His ass against her skirt, the ruffles of her blouse pressed to his back.
"Head up," she murmurs, releasing his neck and sliding both hands down his front. Caressing his groin with both hands. Megamind keeps his face tipped up and lets her press her mouth to his shoulder as she gazes down the length of his body and pushes—her fingers—in under the strap—and slowly pulls the lips of him even wider apart.
Megamind yelps, spasming, stumbling in place.
"Easy," Roxanne says, quiet. Naked in her arms, he whimpers. "Let me play with you, pretty toy."
Megamind's eyes fall closed and his mouth falls open around a breathless sob as he feels her tug on the lips of his aching slit. He feels her push in harder behind the leather strap to grope and squeeze his wet, sensitive flesh; feels her curl her fingers into his flinching body on either side of the silicone despite how he jumps and whines and squirms against the texture of her clothes.
Roxanne plays with him until he's shaking and his voice is high with distress. His poor slit has been pinned wide open all day; Roxanne shoves her fingers into him and drags his lips even further apart and Megamind wails and staggers on his feet.
"Yes?" she murmurs against his shoulder, her fingers resting on his skin for a moment. Wet hands cupping his sharp hips, thumbs brushing up and down, up and down so lightly.
Megamind nods. "Please," he gasps, and he arches up on his toes as he feels her slide back in under the leather and start to pull him apart once more, "please, Roxanne—"
"Does it hurt?" Still in the same low, silky voice.
He nods. She puts her mouth to his ear.
"Good," she whispers, and Megamind's eyes and mouth are so wide as heat sears through him, sweet and molten. Roxanne definitely notices his gasp and his shiver of anticipation; she laughs softly against his skin.
Finally she turns him to face her, and she wraps him in her arms and kisses him. She parts his lips with her tongue and explores his open mouth, wet and obscene, holding him close as he stumbles in place, off-balance and aching.
"Ah—ahlgh—"
He can't reach for her, can't hold her. He has to stand and be held, has to let her claim his helpless mouth, can only cry out and stagger when she pushes her fingers back into his ass and moves her lips to his ears and his beautiful neck. She raises a livid bruise just below the edge of his jaw while he wails in her arms, arching towards her with her fingers twisting firmly inside him, his bound knees threatening to buckle.
Finally she takes him and pulls him stumbling over to their bed. "Up you get."
He falls onto the bed, shaky and off-balance trying to wriggle forward without his knees or arms, then cries out when Roxanne grabs him and drags him roughly into the middle. She throws him down onto his back.
"Oh, oh god," staring down at himself as she moves to his ankles and buckles soft cuffs around them, "oh," as she shackles them together and then runs a chain to the foot of the bed.
She licks a stripe up his body, up his throat, up the side of his face so he flinches, and then she takes his chin and pulls his mouth open. "Just a toy," she purrs, and spits onto his tongue. "Just a soft, helpless body for me to play with. No, look at me. Look at me. Open your mouth."
Megamind turns his face up and opens for her, flinching. Roxanne spits into him again and he jerks.
"What a good toy," she purrs, pushing her fingers into his throat. He chokes. Tries to turn his face away, but she grips his jaw and drags him upright. "He's such fun."
He's moaning in humiliation when she wraps a collar around his neck. She buckles it shut, and then she runs chains through rings on either side and loops them up around the anchors on his headboard, and locks them there.
"Please," Megamind begs, bound tightly with ropes and now chained to his bed as well, unable to sit up or roll away, "please, don't hurt me—oh—"
"Pretty toy," she croons, running a hand slowly down his chest and stomach. "All laid out so nicely."
Megamind shivers and gasps as Roxanne touches him. Slowly petting over his skin. His sensitive gill slits, his trembling, pinned-together thighs. His neck and shoulders.
Finally she undoes the harness pinning him motionless inside himself and pulls the sheath from his aching slit. Megamind keens, then sobs when she thrusts her fingers into him.
"Oh, he's so wet!" Roxanne exclaims, fingers sliding easily inside him. "And so empty, now, poor thing. Let's fill him back up, hmm?"
"Fill—what—"
Megamind's eyes go wide at the plug she holds up. Shining in the light, hard…
Roxanne pushes him onto his side and trails the thing down the length of his spine, and Megamind jerks and cries out, eyes going wide. "Oh fuck—oh god fuck please god it's cold—"
It's made of ice.
Roxanne pushes it into his ass and Megamind screams as he opens around it, screams as it sinks into his relaxed body. He's kicking and twisting against his chains, but there's nothing he can do. "It's too big! It's—fuck—ah—"
"It'll shrink," she tells him, grinning. She sinks it into him all the way to the base—Megamind accepts it despite the panic in his eyes—and then she rises to assemble the strap she wants to use. Heavy duty, good buckles. Good support for this particular toy. It's made of glass, a thick, tapered series of orbs with steep ridges between them, set in a gentle curve. Heavy, cold. Unyielding. Good for splitting Megamind's soft, pliant body open and making him scream.
She steps out of her panties, but puts the strap-on harness on under her skirt. This particular one is a good material, soft and smooth. It drapes so prettily. Megamind loves the imbalance created between them when Roxanne is clothed and he isn't—and it works especially well when he wants to be a toy for her; sex feels more like something she's doing to him, rather than with him, this way. It's exciting, he says. They've tried it the other way around and Roxanne can sort of see what he means, but she doesn't feel it to the same extent he seems to.
It doesn't take her long to put everything together, but when she turns back to the bed a minute or so later, she finds him already breathing hard, flopping against his chains like a little fish. Roxanne crawls over him and shoves him onto his back—he whimpers—
She sinks the glass dildo into his shining body without any teasing and Megamind lets out a wail and arches hard under her. Full-body shudders. Pinned on his bed, twisting helplessly with the ice plug freezing and melting inside him as Roxanne fucks his throbbing slit slow and deep.
"Oh god please," he cries, over the delicious stretch of his helpless body as she moves in him, "it's cold, it's too cold, take it out—take it out—"
"But he's so good this way," she murmurs, kissing his neck, his ears. "Trembling, shivering. I'll keep him warm, don't worry."
"Ah—fuck—"
It's incredible. The freezing cold seems to radiate through him, all-consuming. Difficult to think about much else. Which means when he convulses and runs into his restraints, when Roxanne's hot tongue sweeps over his clavicle, when her warm hands stroke over his heaving ribs and the lines of his gills—it feels like almost a surprise. He isn't forgetting the state he's in, he's just—ohfuck it's—cold—he can't open his legs and he can't sit up and his arms are behind him—her mouth on his neck—his ear—the hot stretch of his ventral slit as she fucks him, his cock wrapping around the dildo inside him—
He's too distracted to be able to come. Roxanne keeps him like that, bound and struggling, gasping in an agony of pleasure and pain under the heavy soft weight of her until finally when she kisses him, all he can do is part his lips for her and let her run her tongue behind his teeth, over the roof of his mouth. All he can do is let her fuck him and play with the trembling sex toy of his helpless body.
She pulls out and sits up and he whines, squirms. Sobs when she pushes her fingers into him, both hands, and drags him open to admire the quivering tip of his cock.
"Please," he gasps, writhing in his ropes, against his chains. She touches the tip of him with her thumbs, holds him open—and then she bends down and takes him in her mouth and sucks hard as he thrashes and screams. Out of his mind with cold and pain and pleasure and need and he needs her, he needs—
Roxanne pulls free with a soft pop and he collapses, then moans in agony when she crawls back up and straddles him. She rocks her hips to slide the toy teasingly between the wet lips of his slit again while he flinches and turns his face away... and then she sinks into him once more and resumes fucking him.
"Poor thing," she whispers, breath hot in his ear as she plunges inside him, "he's such fun."
"It hurts," he moans. The dildo is so big inside him, so harsh stretching him, filling him. It's good. But it pushes his insides against the ice with every thrust and his ass is open so wide and so cold, he can't think, he can't think— "Please, it hurts."
"Good hurt?"
He nods.
"My favorite toy," she murmurs, "my sweet love," scraping her teeth over his bruised throat. Megamind sobs.
Finally she sits up and sits back on her heels, withdrawing from his dripping slit. He sags, gasping—and then bites back a broken yelp when she rolls him back onto his side.
Roxanne eases what's left of the plug out of him. She's careful but he still gives a high, thin scream that might be her name—she rubs lube over the strap; it's wet with him but it never hurts to be sure—
—Megamind's voice cracks on a piercing shriek like a hawk's when she thrusts into his freezing ass. It's a thick toy, one of his favorites for how deep it is between each of its orbs, but it's heavy and hard and his body is numb with cold. Feels stiff. Every ridge slams through him like an electric shock as the thing pumps in and out of him; he's screaming and arching his back, half-on his front now and feeling the swell of his stomach against his mattress every time Roxanne buries the toy inside him. His arousal leaks from his slit onto the sheets, sticky on his skin and the sensitive lips of his abused slit. And he can't move, can't wriggle away. He's on his side with Roxanne behind him tearing him apart, one of her arms under the curve of his neck and her other arm hugging him to her chest, her fingers wrapped under his gills. Her tongue trails up the back of his neck and over his collar to the top of his spine, the nerve cluster there, she kisses it, presses her tongue against him—
He spasms hard, and Roxanne slows and nudges her forehead against the back of his skull. "Too much?"
Panting, Megamind nods. Roxanne nods back, and then resumes kissing his neck further down, avoiding his spine. His collar is inconvenient for this but that's okay—she takes the opportunity to pause and unbuckle it with Megamind fully impaled and trembling, and she takes a moment to sweep her hand down to caress his slit as she rocks her hips, feeling the way his body shifts, enjoying the choked, helpless noises that escape him. His protesting whimpers as she plays with him.
And then she settles behind him again, this time with her arm up around his head to hold him steady, her other hand cupping his bare throat.
She fucks him slowly now, pulling out nearly all the way and letting him feel the stretch of his ass around every—deep—ridge—of the curved toy and then opening him back up around it hard-hard-hard-hard—working his neck and shoulders with her mouth. Holding him under his jaw with his face tipped up, his throat against the soft threat of her palm.
Megamind gasps and cries, held on his side with his legs together, unable to do anything but experience the hot stretch of his ass and the squeeze of the size of it inside him keeping him from wrapping back around himself. The heat of Roxanne's mouth. Her tongue dragging over him and then her teeth, her lips. His shoulders must be an absolute riot of bruises by now; he can barely think of anything but the strain of his body and the fire she's pulling through him, and the strain of his heart at her hands on his skin.
Sudden teeth squeeze the curved shell of his ear, and Megamind jerks and extends from his slit with a whimper.
"Oh," Roxanne murmurs, sliding her hand down from his neck to wrap her fingers around his twisting length, "is there something he wants?"
"Leave—the toy," he gasps, "let-let me—please use me, please let me—want to feel you come, want to be inside you—please—"
She curves her lips into a smile against the back of his shoulder. "That sounds nice."
Unfortunately, she does have to withdraw in order to unbuckle the strap-on harness. But she picks up the toy again as soon as she's free, and she teases Megamind's twitching ass with it for a moment before thrusting it all the way into him—he's still flushed from the ice and the rough treatment and his voice breaks so beautifully as he opens back up again—and leaving it there.
Megamind struggles onto his back and Roxanne takes a moment to drag him up on the bed to straighten his legs and arch his neck over his pillow. He's already wrapped his long, slender cock down around itself; she can see how he's pulsing. His thin chest is heaving, ribs moving under his skin as he gasps.
She smiles down at him and runs her fingernails down so lightly over the lips of his slit, open wide around the base of his cock. "What a beautiful thing," she teases. "He's still so wet!"
"Please," he gasps. The edges of his sex are flushed and soft, swollen with arousal. His hips tremble at each gentle pass of her nails; he's always so responsive. "Roxanne—oh, you—ah—"
"Can't retract with that in your ass, can you?" she asks, and grins when he frantically shakes his head. "Hmm. One of these days," bending to kiss the base of him and then slipping her fingers into his coil and unwrapping him, "not today, but someday…I should trap you this way and give you some piercings."
He makes a high little sound in his throat, hips lifting away from the bed and cock trembling in her hands.
"I could do a line of them all…the way…down," she says, trailing a slow fingertip down the long, quivering underside of him. Megamind shivers and moans, and Roxanne grins. "Yes? He likes that idea?"
"Yes," he chokes out, immediately coiling back down around himself and rippling a squeeze down his own length when she releases him, "yes, please."
She crawls up and straddles his abdomen, but doesn't go to seat herself on him just yet. She rises on her knees for a moment to undo the buttons of her blouse down to where it's still mostly tucked into her skirt so it falls open around her chest, and then leans forward over him.
The fabric of her blouse drags over his chest as she bends to kiss his mouth and then his jaw. She's cupping his long neck in both hands now, pushing his head further back over the pillow with her thumbs under his chin. She turns him just a little to the side and runs the flat of her tongue from the wing of his clavicle all the way up to his ear and Megamind lets out a helpless, fluting whistle at her teeth over his fluttering pulse.
Roxanne turns his head and repeats the move on his other side. Forcing him to feel what she could do to him, if she wanted to. His arms are behind him, his knees are together. Her lacy bra scrapes over his chest with his frantic gasping.
"Mmm," she hums, nuzzling under his ear for a moment, petting her thumbs up the sharp line of his jaw. "Poor thing. Scared?"
He gulps, nods.
"Good scared?"
Another nod.
"You want your arms back?"
He shakes his head. "No," he gasps, "no, the collar—want my collar back; I feel untethered—"
Roxanne nods and bites his arched throat, and he keens. "Give me just a sec."
She crawls off of him. He turns his head to watch her rustle around where she pushed his collar out of the way earlier, his heart in his eyes.
(This sort of thing always tugs at her. It's definitely more sweet than bitter, but she knows exactly how much doing this means to him—to lie, bound at his feet and his knees and his arms, and not reach for the knots at his wrists, and then continue to lie quietly on his bed while Roxanne buckles his collar snug around his neck and chains him to the headboard of his bed. He could escape pretty easily if he wanted to, until she has him down. He could yank his wrists free and shove her off of him and unclip the chains on his feet, lunge for the scissors on the nightstand to free his knees. He is naked on his bed with nowhere to hide; he cannot retract and the lights in their room are on. He is aching with harsh treatment, and full of an unyielding toy that will not let him forget his position, and he has stars in his eyes for her and his long, slim cock is shining and dripping with need.)
Roxanne finishes with his neck and Megamind starts to sit up. The chain pulls tight with a sharp clink.
"Good?" Roxanne asks as he falls back.
He nods. "Good. Yes."
"It won't hurt you if you start thrashing?" She was able to hold his head steady earlier when he was on his side; she's not sure about pinning him if he's on his back like this.
"It shouldn't." His lips tug sideways into a bit of a grin. His voice is breathless and his eyes are wide, but he still teases, "Going to make me wiggle? I'm still not crying, Miss Ritchi."
She smiles down at him. "Oh, just you wait."
"I am, I am waiting! That's my whole problem."
"Uh-huh." She crawls back down next to him and guides him to lift his head—there is a rustling behind him and—
Ah. She's put another pillow under him. His head is tipped farther back now. She doesn't have to push him anymore to tip backwards; his bound neck is beautifully supported and forced into a soft, vulnerable arch.
"Oh," he whispers. He swallows, feels the tug of his muscles and the fit of the leather. Unable to see himself or what Roxanne is doing unless he chokes himself to look down. "Fuck."
"Hmm?"
He gasps and jumps when she strokes her fingertips down the strong line of his throat. He strains upward, presses into her touch. "Oh—please—no, please—"
"He's shaking," she murmurs, one hand on his neck and the other petting over his chest. Fingertips dragging lightly over his sealed gill slits to curl sweet pleasure through him. "No?"
Megamind gulps. "I'm fine," he pants. "I'm—fine, I'm fine, I just—"
Roxanne nods. No is just a thing he needs to say sometimes, at times like these. "What do we say if we need me to back off?" she asks, because she is still planning on winding down soon-ish, but…Megamind may be able to tease, but he still seems like he needs centering and it never hurts to confirm.
"Mercy," he gasps, blinking at his headboard, at the chains fastened there. He's so pretty when he's afraid.
"Good boy," she says, and he chokes. Squirms. "And what do we say to call a full stop?"
"Freedom."
"Good. Kiss you?"
"Kiss me, kiss me," he begs, lifting his head just a little and then falling back, "please—mmn—"
He whimpers into her mouth, and when Roxanne breaks away, she pushes her forehead to his temple. "You beautiful thing," she murmurs, her hand on his chest, lightly stroking the hollow at the base of his throat with her fingertips. "I could just do whatever I wanted to you, couldn't I?" He whines, twisting his shoulders, yanking against his ropes and chains with his head thrown back over the pillows.
Roxanne rolls over for a moment, reaching for the bowl on the nightstand, and she brings this over and sets it on the bed on Megamind's other side.
"What—is—aaAAGH—"
She grins, slowly dragging the ice cube over the sharp wing of his collar bone. Megamind twists and cries.
"Roxanne," he begs, voice breaking as she trails it along one of the muscles standing out on the side of his neck. "Oh god no I thought, I thoughtohFuckNoGodPlease I thought we were done with the ice—no, noAAHGH it's cold! Oh, oh—hhffshsh—"
Running the thing down over his chest now in slow, meandering loops and spirals, Roxanne grins. Megamind's cock is still coiling and twisting restlessly at his hips, squeezing itself, pulsing. She teases ice over his shivering belly, working towards his sex, biting her lip around a laugh at his breathless shriek as he tries to turn his hips away when she gets close. She pulls it over the sharp edge of his hipbone and Megamind screams and writhes against his restraints, his breath sobbing in his lungs. Struggling to lift his heavy head against his collar. Failing.
Roxanne plays with his hips and his thighs for a while, teasing the ice closer and closer to his ventral slit and his cock and enjoying his frantic whistles and chirps, his begging. There is a particular edge to his voice that she knows is an actual no-I-will-not-enjoy-that, the precursor to a call to slow down; she eases the ice towards his slit and he cries "No no no please, no don't," trying so hard to twist away, and—she doesn't. And Megamind sags, panting…and then goes harpstring-tight again as Roxanne starts to tease him the same way on his other side. His leg, his hip, the soft line of muscle pointing towards his groin. "Roxanne Roxanne Roxanne please—"
He jumps and squirms with discomfort. It's not just the ice; every movement shifts the heavy dildo still tormenting him from behind. It presses deeper and then sinks back under its weight, rocking gently as it holds him open and rolls inside him. Roxanne runs an ice cube firmly over one of his gill slits and he bucks and the dildo shoves hard into him, and the noise that bursts out of him is so piercing that she flinches.
It was a trill, though. It was very high but it was a trill. He's dripping with freezing water and he is shrinking away and shuddering and begging and screaming, but…
She leans down and puts her mouth to his ear, one hand flat on his heaving chest. She croons a soft trill of her own, then teases, "Oh, is my favorite toy enjoying himself?"
Gasping, he nods.
"Scared?"
Another nod. A cry, when she moves to reach over him and grab more ice and run it gently over his chest. She trails it down over his belly and he chokes, twists. His flexible cock flinches away from her, dripping bright arousal down the length of it.
"Poor thing," Roxanne murmurs. She begins to very lightly circle and stroke the soft dip just below his sternum—he has a nerve cluster there very similar to hers—alternating between ice and her fingernails. "Poor, soft thing. He's so good."
Finally she lays the ice aside. Water is drying in cool lines on Megamind's blue skin; she bends down and kisses his chilly hip. Uses the heat of her mouth to make him moan. She blows on the droplets to make him choke and whimper and pull weakly against his bindings, his breathing ragged, uneven.
"Poor thing," she murmurs again, petting the palm of her hand up over him to gently squeeze his neck below his collar. "Is he tired."
"Please," he whispers, limp on his bed and gasping like he's run half the length of the city, gulping against her palm, "please."
He groans with hopeless dismay at the sound of Roxanne's fingers dipping back into the bowl of ice, and he closes his eyes. He isn't expecting her to put one of the melting cubes in her mouth and then crawl up and bend over him and kiss him.
He makes a small, surprised noise, but then he realizes what she's doing and his lips curve against hers. He takes the cube—rolls it around in his mouth for a moment, passes it back to her—he gasps under her—she slips it back and he takes it again with a sweet trill of pleasure—
Roxanne sits up for another. Megamind crunches what's left of the first one and then leans eagerly up to her with his lips parted when she ducks to kiss him again, and she laughs into his mouth. Cupping the side of his neck, petting his cheek with her thumb.
"Better?" she finally says, smiling down at him. Shifting to straddle him again, dragging her fingertips down his sides. His mouth falls open in a soft gasp that presses his ribs into her touch and he nods.
"He's been so good," Roxanne tells him, voice warm and eyes soft as she caresses his gills. "So sweet, letting me tie him down and play with him. How do you want me? Mouth first?"
"No I want you to get off," he says, with a hint of a whine behind his breathless, laughing tone. "I want to watch you get off on me, I want to feel you, please, I already said."
She snorts. "You want me to make you come first, or after, or…"
He shakes his head. "Just you," he says. "Please, just you."
Surprised, she blinks down at him. "You sure?"
He nods.
Roxanne hesitates. "Do you want to stop?"
He lifts his head and glares at her, nose wrinkled and mouth in an angry pout. "What I WANT is for you to get OFF ON ME," he says, loudly and slightly strangled because he's yanking against his collar to look up at her. "This is not a difficult concept, Roxanne; I want to watch you get off and I want to feel you get off and then I want attention and nice touching while we come down, this is NOT hard."
Half-laughing in spite of herself, nodding, she reaches down and cups his cheek so he falls back. "Okay. Okay," she says again. She leans down and kisses him, smiling at the disgruntled noise he makes under her. "Okay," she whispers, and touches foreheads. Moves to hold his face in both hands.
And then she says, "Ah," because Megamind has just uncurled and stroked the tip of his cock firmly between her legs. She leans on her elbows for a moment, her fingers on his cheeks, and breathes as he touches her.
"Oh, you were enjoying playing with me," he murmurs, eyes half-lidded, his smile all wicked teeth. "Am I so good? Am I really your favorite?"
She nods. "Obviously, yes. Exhibit A."
"Mm. Exhibit P."
She lifts her head and peers at him, and then sighs at the way his eyes are twinkling above his smirk. "…Right. For pussy, of course. What happened to C for cunt? That's earlier."
"I'm distracted," he complains.
"It's just letters! It's Sesame Street basic—"
"I'm cold and I'm wet and my neck hurts," he whines, laughter in his voice. "Leave me alone."
It's Roxanne's turn to grin down at her partner. "Aw, his neck hurts?" She bends and puts her mouth to his ear, petting a hand over his enormous skull. "Bet I can make it worse."
The sound that purrs out of him is telling; and totally involuntary from the way his ear immediately goes pink and he squirms under her. Roxanne smirks and pulls his ear between her teeth.
Then she nips one of the purple bruises she left on the side of his neck; Megamind yelps into a soft groan. "Now, down around yourself like a good toy," she murmurs, "and let me fuck you." She bites his clavicle—once, twice so he whimpers—and then teases her nails along his gill slits. His cock slips into her, finally.
She's slowly easing her hips down onto him; he probably isn't expecting the press of her mouth on his shoulder. He startles under her, but she just kisses him there again. "Open for me," she murmurs against his spiracle, pulling the bowl of ice cubes closer. "Pretty toy."
"Oh," he whispers. Roxanne sits up so he can fit more of himself into her; his eyes are so wide when she looks at him. "Oh—"
"Open wide," she says again, trailing a fingernail back and forth along him. She pulls her lip between her teeth as he coils inside her, stretching her.
His pupils pin down as his spiracles open and his gill slits relax. Roxanne smiles.
"There he is," she purrs, with Megamind curling and twisting into her, holding his shoulders open, showing her the soft pink inside of him.
She picks up an ice cube. His eyes flick to it; she feels his cock jump. "Oh, he's frightened," she teases, breathless. "Poor thing, tied down, helpless. Hold very still."
He jerks away when her hand gets close. She's seated on his hips now, panting, her cunt stretched hot and wide around him.
"I said hold still," she says, and she wraps her fingers and thumb around the top of his throat and forces his head back.
Megamind sobs. He's shaking, pulling against his chains. Still faithfully holding himself open for her as he begs, "No, please," spasming at the freezing drop that falls into him, "don't, don't—oh—"
Roxanne drags the ice cube down his neck and Megamind keens, trembling, then lets out a high, thin shriek. "Oh god—"
She leans down, holding it dripping against the lip of his spiracle. "Shall I?"
He gulps against her hand. "I am honestly very intrigued to see what happens if you do," he gasps out.
"If you want it out of you once it's inside, I don't know if we can do that," she warns.
Megamind shrugs as best he can. "It'll melt." His breathing is picking up in anticipation but there is amusement in his voice as he says, "I'll survive. Do it. Wait—both sides."
She feels her eyebrows vanish under her bangs. "Both?"
"If it's just one side it will be worse," he says. He's moving inside her, slowly. Not the way he moves when he's trying to jerk himself off, just…teasing her. "Do both. Make me scream."
Okay.
Rolling her hips on him, Roxanne pokes through the cold water for two smallish cubes of roughly equivalent size, then runs both of them up his chest to his clavicles. Megamind whimpers, flinches.
"Ready," she murmurs, holding them hard against the sharp bones there.
"Yes—hnnyes—"
She stifles a snort. "You can say no if you want to, sweetheart."
"OhGodNo," he chokes out immediately, arching under her and collapsing back. "No, please, please god no don't don't don'tHolyShit—ah! Aaaaaaagh!"
His spiracles squeeze closed, then flare open wide as Megamind twists desperately against his restraints. Roxanne begins to move, begins to rise and fall on him, and he chokes and then lets out a breathless sob.
The way she's moving shoves the toy in his ass against the bed each time she sinks onto his hips, rocking it inside him. His sides are freezing, a delicious, terrible chill that sears against his lungs with every breath—the heat of Roxanne's fingers caressing his gill flaps just about shorts his whole brain out; his eyes roll back in his head and he bucks, too aroused and overwhelmed to try to come. He's wailing. She puts a roll in her hips and grinds down against his pelvis, squeezing him inside of her and shoving the toy in his ass hard against the back of his stomach; Megamind screams—gasps—she begins once again to fuck him, to fuck herself on him and use him to get off; he screams again—he's so cold and it's so good and it's Roxanne here with him, taking him apart and using him for her pleasure, god, god—
She leans forward and wraps her hand over his mouth, still bouncing her hips on his cock, slamming his ass over and over against their bed. "Shhhh."
He whimpers into her palm, tears in his eyes. He pulls his eyebrows together and tweaks them upwards, begging with his eyes, shaking his head; it's so much—
"Yes," she whispers. She drags her hand from his gills to his spiracles and rubs her thumb hard along the lip of him there, he spasms and trembles and his eyes nearly cross with how good that is. He throws his breaking voice into her palm, tears running down over his temples. "Oh, he likes that," she murmurs, breathless. "He's so good, god, you're wonderful," and he's screaming and crying into her hand at the second round of ice cubes she slides into first one spiracle and then the other, he's finally weeping and trembling under her as she fucks his body into oblivion, "best thing that's ever happened to me, I swear. Oh…fuck, oh my god…"
He's panting through his nose, no attempt to turn away from the hand covering his mouth. Lost in it. The shift of the toy in his ass and Roxanne wrapped like silk around his cock, the heat of her skin on his legs and hips, on his chest where her shirt is open, her soft, lace-covered breasts—her breath fluttering over his skin—the thought-obliterating freeze of the ice inside of him—it's so good, it's all so good, and he can't—probably could if he tried but this is so good, he doesn't want—doesn't want to, he just wants this—to be rendered helpless and played with and teased and tortured and used—
Roxanne leans up a little with a soft little whine and grinds hard against him again. Megamind opens his bleary eyes and he feels her—he loves, he loves her so much; he wants—he needs needs needs to see Roxanne in ecstacy on his body oh god—he unwraps himself a little bit and shoves as deep as he can and strokes—over her—
Her hips buck. Roxanne yelps and then full-body convulses and chokes out, "Fuck-FUCK holyshit oh my GOD—"
His mouth is freed as she grabs at him with both hands, her own mouth falling wide as she jerks and spasms on him. She throws herself upright for a second, wailing, and then falls to his chest on one elbow and grips his shoulder with her other hand, hips twisting, voice breaking. Megamind gazes up at her face as he shifts inside her; she keens and rakes her nails down his chest, wild-eyed and gasping, then grabs at him again. He moans at one more frisson of cold spiking through him from the last of the melting ice behind his ribs and he pushes deep one more time—he nudges—
Roxanne's voice breaks on another frantic sob and she jerks on top of him as another wave of tremors racks her. Megamind seizes his lip between his teeth as he keeps moving in her; she drops her forehead to his chest at the base of his throat and rocks forward, squeezes him—whimpering—her hands, her body, all of her shaking as she grinds her clit over him—
—she shudders and sags onto his chest at last. Mouth still open, breathing hard.
Dazed and aching, comforted under the lovely soft weight of her, Megamind finally relaxes in his restraints.
"Oh my god," Roxanne finally manages in a high, plaintive voice, nearly a whine, "what the fuck was that?"
"Good?"
"Jesus," she says. Slowly, she pushes herself up on trembling arms. "No, seriously, what was that?"
"Anterior fornix," he murmurs, eyes closed, all of him thrumming with a delicious blend of pain and perfect warmth. "Up next to your cervix."
"My vision whited out," she says. He slides his eyes open to find her staring down at him. "Holy crap, my ears are literally ringing. If I didn't need to untie you," as she's reaching for the safety scissors, "I don't think I could make myself move. I am legitimately dizzy."
He laughs a little. Hums.
"Here," she says, slowly lifting herself off of him with a stifled, bitten-back whimper, "here, roll—let me get your arms—wait, let me get the toy first so you can retract—"
"Yes please." He doesn't resist at all as she helps him onto his side, but he does hiss and whimper as she carefully pulls the dildo out of him. She's gentle, but it's a lot. His ass aches with the hard use of his own frantic struggling and Roxanne nailing him to the mattress and the rhythm of her as she rode him; it's still a lot.
But then he's free, and he retracts slowly into himself with a groan. And then his arms are free as well, hooray, and he lets himself flop back onto his pillows for Roxanne to deal with the cuffs on his ankles. If she needs help she'll tell him; for now, he's just going to lie here in their wet spot and be sticky and get his breath back.
She takes a moment to fully unbuckle the cuffs from his feet, rather than simply unclipping them from their chains. If she just unclipped them, Megamind would go immediately for cuddles instead of getting fully free, and then he wouldn't fully come down and he might get tangled up in his head when it came time to actually remove the cuffs later. So she frees him completely, and leaves the chain around the footboard and just shoves the cuffs onto the floor to get later.
Then she crawls back up his body to loom over him.
Her shadow falls across his face and he opens his eyes and blinks up at her. She smiles, fingers undoing the buckle of his collar.
"My sweet thing," she murmurs, petting the backs of her fingers down his bare neck, then touching his face again. "Such a good, pretty toy for me. My absolute favorite."
He flushes pink, sends her a helpless smile at the sweep of her thumb over his cheek.
"Come here," Roxanne says, shifting over to a cleaner area of the bed and pulling water bottles and their usual fuzzy blanket off the nightstand. No towels this time; they'll go shower off soon and the brainbots will handle the mess. "Come here, sweetheart. Let me hold you." But she passes him the water first, and then leans down to pull the tiny cooler onto the bed as Megamind drags pillows over and stacks them against the headboard.
Megamind's water bottle is empty a whole five seconds before Roxanne is even halfway done with hers and needs to pause. She laughs at him, shaking her head; he just grins back and shrugs.
She replaces the cap and sets the bottle on the nightstand; she's done with it for now. She wants her partner. The pillows shift and settle behind her as she leans back, reaching for him.
Megamind immediately burrows down into her arms. He shoves one of his own under the small of her back and wraps the other over her stomach, and then he nuzzles her open shirt off her shoulder so he can rest his enormous head high on her bare chest, and he tangles his legs with hers. Roxanne flops the blanket over him and holds him under it, as much of her skin against his as possible—he shifts around—she wiggles a little—
—they settle in together.
"I meant that, by the way," Roxanne says. "About you being the best thing that's ever happened to me," and then, "I love you so much," because Megamind will not say it first after a session like this. Neither of them is entirely sure why.
(Neither of them is sure, but Roxanne privately suspects it is at least partly because if for some reason she failed to say it back, it would break him. Even if she only missed it because she was distracted or didn't hear him. After something like this? Rational or not, that's a recipe for an instant sobbing breakdown, she suspects.)
(She never wants to not say it back. Megamind has not been told nearly enough in his life that he is loved, which is possibly some of why it's so hard for him to remember. It's probably not an exaggeration to say Roxanne has told him she loves him more frequently than any prior partner, and—frankly—she's fine with that. He still cannot take it for granted, even years into their relationship; that's fine; Roxanne doesn't mind that he can't always remember she means it. But she does want him to hear it. She would want that even if he had no problem remembering at all. She loves him so much and he never thought he would ever hear those words from anyone in any romantic sense, and Roxanne is determined to make up for lost time. All his lonely years expecting nothing better.)
He nods a little, rubs his cheek against her skin. "I love you," he echoes, and heaves a sigh. "That was amazing."
"You really had fun?" she asks. "It was really okay?"
Megamind tips his head back and peers up at her.
She shrugs. "I just," she says, feeling a little bit silly, "wanted to make sure. You do usually come at least once. Of course I'll never make you, if you don't want to, but…"
His confused expression clears; he laughs. "Oh," he says, "yes, well. Today wasn't about that." He sighs again. "I just wanted to…see you having fun. I wanted you to have fun with me." He pauses, with Roxanne gently stroking his back, then says, "I wanted to be something fun for you."
"Oh sweetheart," she says.
He shrugs. "I'll be back to normal tomorrow, maybe. This really was incredibly satisfying."
"Well, I'm glad. And you were a lot of fun," she adds. "Give me a little extra notice next time and I'll bring more than just ice to play with you."
"Oh?"
"Ever considered hot wax?"
Megamind blinks. "I have not," he says. "That could be interesting, yes. And then the ice, to follow the wax? I like that idea."
"Mmm." She hugs him.
Then she turns and digs in the cooler. "Here," she says, "one second…aha. Open," as she pops the lid off a small Tupperware container. Megamind obediently opens his mouth.
He makes a sound of pleased surprise at the thing Roxanne puts onto his tongue. A raspberry.
…Unbelievable.
He is lying in his bed, warm under a blanket, in the arms of his partner who loves him. His partner who delights in playing with his body, who delights in hurting him so very carefully in nice ways that he likes, who delights in filling him so full of pleasure that he can barely think. Who delights in reducing him to a writhing, weeping, inarticulate mess of raw nerves and heartstrings…and who then holds him afterwards, and feeds him raspberries.
Ooo, and peaches!
"I see you asked Minion to prepare snacks," he says, somewhat thickly because his mouth is full, still somewhat preoccupied with if I could send a picture of this to me four years ago, he would never believe it, and an odd wash of pity for his prior self that he isn't entirely sure what to do with.
"I did indeed. We've got fruit and chocolate. And pretzels."
"Mmm."
"Comfy?"
"Very." He sighs and turns his mind away from the unfathomable miracle of Right Now. "Thank you for this," he adds. "You treat me so well." Another piece of fruit appears at his mouth, and he opens and lets her put it on his tongue.