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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Rose_Lalonde/Equius_Zahhak
  Character:
      Rose_Lalonde, Equius_Zahhak
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Flushed_Romance_|_Matesprits, Smut, Making_Out,
      Rose_offers_some_semblance_of_control, Equius_is_still_unsure_of_himself,
      Trust, Xeno, how_do_you_write_het_porn
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-26 Words: 2111
****** Restraints ******
by Lacertae
Summary
     Equius/Rose
     for the kink meme
     Step by step Rose has been leading Equius through their relationship
     to the point where he can't deny anymore the implicit trust she has
     in him.
Notes
     I actually ship them, though I admit I prefer them waxing black, but
     it was a nice prompt and I really wanted to write something unusual
     for a pleasant pairing :)
The room is dark. It’s the kind of darkness that Rose enjoys the most, velvety
and soft, with only the light coming from the parted curtains preventing it
from being suffocating.
She can see the outline of her bed in front of her, untouched and inviting, and
she moves towards it.
The person at her side is gentle, carefully hesitant in the way he steps
forwards, his movements so restrained and slow that to the untrained eyes it
would look like he is barely moving at all; she’s leading him to the bed, but
allows him to come at his own pace.
It’s important that he knows she trusts him.
With the flicker of a smile, Rose turns around, facing her lover as he stops;
she is a beautiful barrier between him and the bed, but she doesn’t push him,
nor does she speak. She allows him the time to ease himself into what is
happening, to understand and accept, and the way his hands tremble softly,
hovering above her shoulders but not daring to touch, are more revealing than
any words.
She lifts her own hands, slowly so he won’t be scared –it takes nothing to make
him back away, stammering excuses, hands flexing as eyes scan the room for
towels– and presses them against his clothed chest.
His heart under her fingers is racing, but that’s not the only thing she can
feel; she feels his tense muscles, the way his skin twitches in restraint, the
way he’s trembling slightly, holding back, afraid but filled with desire to
touch, and her smile widens.
She doesn’t speak, and her hands slide against his torso, tracing his abs and
moving lower, to his hips, before moving back up again, to his shoulders. The
muscles she feels under his shirt are big and strong, and she continues tracing
them down his arms.
He’s visibly trembling, teeth clenched to hide his heavy breathing, and Rose
can’t help but circle his neck with her hands, finally exercising some pressure
to make him lean down.
He’s pliant under her touch, shaky and confused, not sure what to do with
himself, and the sheen of sweat she can already feel under her fingertips is a
tell-tale sign of how the whole situation is unbearable for him.
She kisses him.
Rose feels him gasp and stutter against her lips, but swallows his shocked
murmur with her mouth, tongue coming to trace his lips, tasting salt and
confusion and smiling softly as she coaxes him to join the dance.
He’s taller than she is, bulkier and alien, and his body makes her look even
more fragile as they’re pressed against each other, but he still won’t touch
her, won’t do anything unless she is in control, and the thought makes her
shiver.
It would take nothing for him to lose control and break –both would break, him
in spirit and her in body– but this will never happen, and that certainty is so
strong in her mind that it makes her want to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
She doesn’t.
She simply keeps kissing him, until she feels his resolve crumble and his lips
part, and he’s finally kissing her back.
Still restrained, still holding himself back, still tense, but he’s kissing
her, and Rose tilts her head back, watching a cascade of black hair fall around
her face, black against black, and stares right into his eyes, and feels her
heart flutter.
When she pulls back, he is reluctant to part from her lips, but his control
over himself is so strong, so complete, that he lets her go.
She doesn’t go far.
Her hands trail back down his arms, until she’s holding both of his hands into
her own, grey skin clammy with sweat and their fingers intertwined.
She brings his hands up to her lips and kisses each finger, tongue tracing the
tips one by one, teasing and light, and she takes a particular amount of
pleasure in the way his trembles shake his body.
It is harder to let go, but he won’t do it. He won’t. He–
Rose frees his hands and sits down on the bed. She is aware that he’s staring
from behind his broken shades, and she wants him to stare.
Looking up at him, purple eyes open wide, lips slightly swollen and wet, Rose
brings her hands to the hem of her shirt and removes it with a smooth, fluid
movements.
The shirt falls on the floor without a sound.
Her bra soon follows, leaving her chest bare for him to look.
He visibly flinches, almost pulling back, but Rose knows he won’t.
She brings her hand up to trace the contours of her breasts, exhaling softly,
and with her other hand she grabs one of his own and brings him closer.
The alarmed expression on his face tells Rose he wants to pull back, but once
again his fear of hurting her is stronger, and he’s left facing two conflicting
desires. In the end, he does nothing, and his fingers brush against her
stomach.
Rose shivers at the feeling of his big, calloused hand touching her naked skin,
and she feels him tremble in response as her hand leads his to explore her
chest.
He wants to pull back, but she wraps her thin, lithe fingers around his own
–fingers that are not weak nor delicate, fingers that can hurt, but he is still
afraid, because of his own strength he can barely contain, let alone cage– and
he’s trapped.
He can only feel –feel her breath falter when she moves his fingers to brush
against one of her nipples, feel her arch slightly to meet his touch, feel her
scalding gaze on him, coaxing him, daring him to move…
Equius’ lips part of their own volition as he inhales deeply, the desire to
touch more, to drag more sounds out of Rose’s lips so strong it physically
hurts.
And yet, he remains motionless, allowing her to continue teasing them both.
Her hand move his own lower, tracing her belly, caressing her skin until they
come close to the hem of her pants, the tip of his finger disappearing
underneath it… and there she stops.
He can feel her heavy breath, he can feel her skin twitch under his touch, he
can almost taste her desire for him to move, to continue that path, to touch
her more, and the heat surrounding his head is suffocating and heady and–
Equius’ hand moves on his own.
Slowly, like every second counts, and every inch is a mile, his hand continues
lower, slips inside her pants, and traces the side of her thigh.
Rose gasps and her hips jut forwards, but the movement is halted instantly by
her own will, and Equius knows she’s controlling herself, too, and his heart
swells in his chest.
She isn’t afraid, she never was, she’s strong and fierce and powerful, but
she’s holding back because she knows the one afraid is him.
He wants to open his mouth, stammer out everything he’s thinking, everything he
believes will happen if he ever dares to let his control slip, words and
excuses and fear, but
He doesn’t.
He leans down, hesitantly, gently, inching closer to those beautiful purple
eyes, to those inviting lips, and claims them in a kiss.
Equius can feel her tugging him close, and allows her to, covers her smaller
frame with his own, follows her as she falls on her back on the bed, holding
him closer, and keeps on kissing her, his fingers exploring the skin he has yet
to see.
It feels hot and burning against his touch, and it takes him a mere second
before he’s tracing circles closer and closer, cheeks flushing blue when he
realises she has no underwear.
The skin is soft and so delicate, and he almost pulls away, but Rose bites down
on his lip and he nearly comes undone, inebriated by her closeness, by her
smell, by the way her body is pliant and open for him.
One of his fingers traces her folds, slipping past them hesitantly, and feels
how wet she is, feels her muscles contracting and tensing around his finger,
hot and inviting as she pushes more into his touch and
Suddenly he has no desire to stop anymore.
Rose moans, the loud sound making Equius echo it with a breathy gasp, and he
carefully caresses her, exploring every bump of her skin, not knowing the name
of what he’s touching but feeling her arch against him, her leg hooking around
his ankle, her hand holding onto his side and tugging at his shirt until it
rips.
The sound is almost obscene to his ears, but it only fuels his desire, feeding
the empty void in his chest, filling it with warmth and want–
Rose’s eyes are darkened with similar desire, tugging him down for another
kiss, her lips hungry and eagerly covering his own, and Equius feels his
control slip
And he doesn’t care–
She trusts him not to hurt her. It’s more than he’s ever trusted himself with,
and the thought gives him strength.
He surrounds her like a blanket, covering every inch of her body with his own,
until her entire world is just him –his scent, his frame, his everything
Hands push her pants down, carefully but with determination, not pausing until
they’re gone out of the way, and Rose drags her blunt nails down his sides,
scraping and not caring if she rips his clothes, because she can and she will
and she cares nothing.
She wants him.
She has coaxed him closer with every breath, reassuring him with every fleeting
touch that he wouldn’t break her, that she wanted him, and finally…
She feels his bulge moving close to her folds and she parts her legs more,
jutting her hips up to welcome him, eyes close as he finally pushes inside oh-
so-slowly, filling her, stretching her inner muscles, big and burning hot and
it feels so
Good–
He is the one moving now, taking the lead, a slow, delicate rhythm, but it is
enough to send sparkles of pleasure through her body.
He is still restrained, controlled, but the bubble of comfort and trust she has
built during the first months of their relationship surrounds them tightly, and
it is suddenly ok to want to touch her, and fill her and give her pleasure, and
she throws her head back and moans when he pushes in harder, trembling and
hiding his face in her neck, shades askew.
Heat and pleasure and desire, and Equius allows himself to feel, too.
Rose loses herself in the rhythmic thrusts, hands circling his frame, holding
him close, digging her nails into his skin when the pleasure was too much for
her to bear, lips parted to gasp and moan, dizzy with his scent and his touch–
Her nails scrape at his back, and he shivers, choking on the pleasure of being
buried inside her, tight and hot and good, and Equius moans and feels so
desperately happy and he pushes even harder, not scared anymore when she simply
moans louder, flushed against him, legs wrapped around his own, every inch of
her body wanting him closer, deeper, harder–
Rose moans his name, sharp and heated, and Equius falters, then pushes inside
her even harder, hissing through broken teeth–
He feels her clench around his bulge, climax ripping through her frame like a
sob, and he pulls back long enough to watch her writhe and moan unabashedly,
half-lidded eyes staring at him as she rides her orgasm fully, his bulge still
deep inside her, massaging her insides, coaxing more pleasure out of her until
her gaze blurs and she arches her back, her breasts pressing against his chest.
Equius stops thrusting long enough to kiss her, trembling fingers tracing her
sides before he allows himself to come, too, gasping out her name like a
breathless prayer, face hidden in her hair, wanting to lose himself in her
scent.
He lets her tug him down, to cover her body with his own, his brain fuzzy but
for once not caring about how he should be too heavy for her, and instead
concentrating on her heartbeat.
It’s soothing, and her body is hot against his own.
He feels it slow down against his ear, he feels her fingers dance against his
back, tracing his skin, he feels her lips press small, satisfied kisses on his
bare shoulder.
Slowly, Equius smiles, and relaxes all his muscles.
They fall asleep together, curled up in a tight, spent ball on the bed.
 
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