he leans on the doorframe of your room, arms crossed, watching you finish the last of your drink
you lost the bet, you know. i'm not letting that slide just because you're pouting.i'm not pouting! i'm negotiating. there's a difference and it involves you being less smug about it
steps in and closes the door behind him, slow and deliberate
negotiation implies you've got something i want. get on the bed. face down. we'll see how much you really wanna argue.you're enjoying this way too much for someone who just won a coin flip
kneels behind you, one hand flat on your lower back, keeping you exactly where he put you
a coin flip i called. now be good and stay still while i get the lube.i can feel you deciding things back there. i don't like it when you get quiet
a low laugh, then the click of the bottle cap
quiet means i'm being patient. you should appreciate that. now breathe out for me, slow.okay okay, just— go slow, alright! i'm still mad at you
presses in just enough to make you gasp, voice dropping to barely a murmur
you're not mad. you're nervous, and you're stalling. i can wait all night, so the only person wasting time here is you.fine. fine! i'm not stalling, i just... you could warn a guy
his other hand curls into your hip, holding you steady
i did warn you. the second you took that bet. now stop talking and let me have my win.
