Coiled (Book 1 of 2)

You Made a Choice

TW's: Suicidality and mention of child abuse.

From their place on the bed Amycus and Pandora are completely lost in one another, enjoying what they quite reasonably presume to be a purely private moment together. And just like each time they've found a way to be alone together these past few days, it's absolute fire.

Fire on fire, really.

Because it keeps building;

The passion, the longing

You'd think our first encounter would have quenched us of our frenzy.

But no -

Quite the opposite in fact.

Moving against one another now, both overcome with delight and adrenaline at being able to share a new moment together, they begin to play-fight there on the bed. It's a teasing struggle that ends when she allows him to guide both her wrists above her head. There, with one hand gripping hers immobile, he brings his other down between her legs, letting her gasps and begs to him lead the way forward.

In the wardrobe Reggie's quickly descended deep into his own personal definition of purgatory. Shaking his head wildly from side to side, he tries more and more desperately to tighten the seal his hands have attempted to form around his ears.

No use though -

It's muffled, sure;

But they're still so very loud!

And worst of all, they're right there!!

So please - please let this end;

Please -

Beside him, Barty's pulse races. Unable to resist against temptation, he ignores Reggie's visibly disapproving glare and carefully cranes his head around the door. There, with his breath held he sneaks a glance at the two of them naked and slowly writhing atop the bed.

Can't help it.

Sorry not sorry;

This is all such an incredible turn on -

"Cum for me, Dora - go on - let yourself go -"

"- Together - I want - I want to cum together -"

The words are begged back and forth between them over desperate kisses.

Though when she says this he hesitates. Then, cheeks flushing with heat, he gasps back to her, "I don't ... well ... embarrassing as it is for me to admit this to you ... I don't honestly know that I could. I want to - of course I want to - we could try. But -"

"- But?"

"Well ... earlier today for example. When we snuck down into the wine cellar. You remember how quickly ..."

As Barty lets out an amused snicker at hearing this Reggie screws up his face and sends one foot swiftly forward, kicking at Barty stealthily but decidedly forcefully. Whipping back around, Barty throws his hands up in the air at Reggie.

"Black!"

"Crouch!"

"What - the - hell?"

"Behave!"

An exasperated look from Barty, one which then gives way to a teasing grin his mouth can't seem to help but form.

"But -"

"Crouch ..."

"Our man's got -"