The Quiet of Knots and Need

Morgan whimpers, their hips bucking slightly. “Fuck, Ri,” they gasp, their voice strained. “Please. I need… I need…”

“I know what you need, baby,” I say, my voice a little rougher now, a little deeper. “And I’m going to give it to you.” I let my hand drift lower, skimming over the curve of their ass, the sensitive skin behind their balls. I can feel the way they tense under my touch, the way their breath hitches in their throat.

“Color, baby?” I ask, my voice a low growl.

“Green,” Morgan gasps, their eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck, Ri, so green.”

I nod, satisfied. I let my fingers brush against their hole, a feather-light touch that makes Morgan jerk and gasp. “You want more, baby?” I ask, my voice a low purr.

“Fuck yes,” Morgan breathes, arching into my touch. “Please, Ri. I’ll be good. I promise.”

I chuckle, low and dark. “We’ll see about that.” I start to work a finger inside them, slow and careful, my eyes locked on their face. Morgan’s mouth falls open, their eyes going wide and unfocused. “Ri,” they breathe, their voice rough with want. “Fuck, Ri, please.”

“Shh, baby,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to their temple. “I’ve got you. Just breathe.” I work my finger deeper, crooking it just so, searching for that spot that makes them see stars. Morgan cries out when I find it, their body jerking against the ropes. “There it is,” I purr, my voice low and satisfied. “That’s what you needed, isn’t it, baby?”

Morgan nods frantically, their breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes,” they pant, their voice rough with need. “Fuck, yes. Please, Ri. More.”

I smile, slow and predatory. “Since you asked so nicely.” I add a second finger, working them open slowly, carefully. Morgan’s body opens for me like a flower, their tight heat gripping my fingers like a vice. “Fuck, baby,” I groan, my voice rough with want. “You feel so good. So tight and hot for me.”

Morgan whimpers, their hips rocking, trying to get more of my fingers inside them. “Ri,” they beg, their voice desperate. “Please. I need… I need your cock. Please.”

I groan, my cock throbbing behind my zipper. “Not yet, baby,” I say, my voice a low growl. “I’m not done playing with you yet.” I thrust my fingers deeper, hitting that spot inside them again and again. Morgan cries out, their body trembling, their hands clenching into fists. “That’s it, baby,” I purr, my voice low and rough. “Come for me. Let me see you fall apart.”

Morgan’s body tenses, their breath catching in their throat. “Ri,” they gasp, their voice rough with warning. “I’m… I’m gonna…”

“Do it,” I growl, my fingers working them hard. “Come for me, baby. Now.”

Morgan comes with a shout, their body shaking, their release spilling over my hand. I work them through it, my fingers gentle now, coaxing out every last shudder, every last drop. When they’re spent, I pull my fingers free, bringing them to my lips and sucking them clean. “Fuck, baby,” I groan, my voice rough with want. “You taste so fucking good.”

Morgan whimpers, their body going pliant against the ropes. “Ri,” they breathe, their voice rough and sated. “Fuck, Ri, that was…”

“Shh, baby,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to their sweaty temple. “Just rest. I’ve got you.” I reach for the knots, my fingers working quickly, efficiently. The ropes fall away, and I gather Morgan into my arms, holding them close. They’re trembling, their breath coming in ragged gasps. “You okay, baby?” I ask, my voice soft with concern.

Morgan nods, burying their face in my neck. “Green,” they mumble against my skin. “So green, Ri.”

I smile, holding them tighter. “Good, baby. That’s good.” I can feel the warmth of their body against mine, the steady beat of their heart against my ribs. *This. This is what it’s all about.* I let the thought wash over me, warm and satisfying. *The connection. The trust. The care. The love.*

I hold Morgan close, savoring their warmth, their weight against my chest. *This. This is what it’s all about.* I let the thought wash over me, warm and satisfying. *The connection. The trust. The care. The love.*

But even as I think it, I can feel that familiar itch under my skin, that need to push, to take, to claim. It’s always there, simmering under the surface, waiting for its moment. *Not yet,* I tell myself firmly. *They need aftercare. They need softness. They need you to be their partner, not their dom.*

But Morgan shifts in my arms, their lips brushing against the pulse point under my jaw. “Ri,” they breathe, their voice rough and sated. “Fuck, Ri, that was… incredible. You… you always know exactly what I need.”

I hum low in my throat, a wordless sound of satisfaction. “I do my best, baby.” I run my hands over their back, their shoulders, their arms, checking for any soreness, any rope marks. “How are you feeling? Any tenderness?”

Morgan shakes their head, snuggling closer. “No, I’m good. Great, actually.” They tip their head back, their eyes finding mine. They’re soft and warm, still a little unfocused from their orgasm, but there’s a spark there, a heat that makes my breath catch. “I feel… amazing. Like I could… like I want…” They trail off, biting their lip, a flush rising on their cheeks.

I raise an eyebrow, my heart starting to pound. “Want what, baby?” I ask, my voice a low rumble. *Don’t get ahead of yourself. They might just want more cuddles.*

But Morgan’s hand slides down my chest, my stomach, coming to rest on the bulge in my jeans. “Want this,” they breathe, their voice rough with want. “Want you. Inside me. Now.”

I groan, my cock throbbing against their palm. *Fuck. How am I supposed to resist that?* “Baby, are you sure?” I ask, my voice strained. “We don’t have to… I’m happy just to hold you…”

“Ri,” Morgan cuts me off, their voice firm, their eyes hot on mine. “I want you. I need you. Please.”

*Fuck.* The need in their voice, the hunger in their eyes… it’s too much. *Later. I’ll be gentle later. Right now… right now I need to make them mine.* “Okay, baby,” I growl, my voice rough with want. “Okay. Come here.”

I roll us over, pinning Morgan beneath me. They gasp, their legs coming up to wrap around my waist, their arms around my neck. I capture their lips in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue, pouring all my want, all my need into the press of my mouth against theirs.

Morgan kisses me back just as fiercely, their fingers digging into my shoulders, their hips rocking up against mine. “Ri,” they pant against my lips. “Fuck, Ri, please. I need you.”

*I know, baby. I need you too.* I rear up onto my knees, my hands going to my belt, my fly. My fingers are shaking, my breath coming hard and fast. *Get it together, Ri. You’re supposed to be in control, remember?*

But with Morgan looking up at me like that, their eyes dark and hungry, their body open and waiting… control is the last thing on my mind. *Later. Control later. Right now… right now I just need to be inside them.*

I shove my jeans and boxer briefs down, just far enough to free my cock. It’s hard and aching, already leaking at the tip. I spit into my hand, slicking myself up, my eyes never leaving Morgan’s. “Ready, baby?” I ask, my voice a low growl.

Morgan nods, their teeth digging into their lower lip. “So ready. Fuck, Ri, please. I need you.”

I don’t need any more encouragement. I line myself up and thrust forward, sinking into Morgan’s tight, wet heat in one long, smooth stroke. We both groan at the feeling, Morgan’s head tipping back, their eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck, baby,” I pant, my voice rough with pleasure. “You feel so fucking good. So tight and hot for me.”

Morgan whimpers, their legs tightening around my waist, their nails digging into my shoulders. “Ri,” they breathe, their voice rough with want. “Move. Please, Ri, move.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I pull back and thrust forward again, harder this time, deeper. Morgan cries out, their back arching, their body trembling. “Yes,” they gasp, their voice rough with pleasure. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.”

I set a hard, driving rhythm, my hips snapping forward, my cock sinking deep into Morgan’s welcoming heat. They meet me thrust for thrust, their hips rocking up to meet mine, their body straining against mine. The room is filled with the sounds of sex, of flesh against flesh, of Morgan’s whimpers and moans, of my own rough groans.

*Fuck, they feel so good. So perfect.* I can feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight, my cock throbbing inside them. *Not yet. Not yet. Need to make them come again first.*