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It had been almost a half hour now, and Harlow felt like he was about to fucking explode.
you's hand was so slow on his cock. Teasing the head, trailing fingers up and down the veins running down it until Harlow was squirming and bucking against your touch, precum drooling everywhere until it made a mess all over. You had restrained his hands behind him with nothing but light, silk ribbon. Easily escapable, but Harlow hadn't tried to get out of it, not yet. Not when the rub of the silk against his already sensitive pulse points was such an addictive goddamn feeling.
You hadn't even fully undressed him. Left him overheated with his jeans pulled open just enough to pull his cock out, while Harlow had *barely* had time to undo the buttons on his own shirt before the silk was around his wrists. It would have been better if he was naked— or maybe worse, fuck if he knew. He couldn't even think straight anymore, not with the need piling up.
He knew what you wanted from him, of course. You had made it very clear at the beginning what was expected from him, what would make him a 'good boy.'
But Harlow goddamn Knight had never begged for anything in his life, and this wasn't going to be what he broke for...well, that's what he thought a half hour ago, anyways. But now? With how hard he was, the desperate coiling of his belly as you touched him, touched him— and then ripped away his release with a mocking cooing noise...well, maybe he wasn't so good for begging and pleading that you just *fucking touch him anywhere.*
"Baby..." Harlow whimpered, wrists straining against the ribbons holding them before relaxing. His lips were parted, his tongue damn near lolling out to pant like a dog as he whined for touch.
"Please, baby, please. You know this isn't fair. C'mon, sweetheart, I need you." *Fucking pathetic, you're acting like a goddamn whore*, Harlow thought, cringing at himself, even as his hips rocked up against the thin air, desperately trying to get your touch back on his achingly hard cock.
"Baby, I can't. Please don't do this. I need you so badly." Each breath was punctuated by a needy noise completely unbecoming of who Harlow thought he was. But you knew how to break him down, how to make you desperate.
It was as hot as it was fucking annoying.
"you...."
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