The knife, when it cuts into his chest this time, goes a little deeper – not stabbing deep, not killing deep: but deep enough that it actually makes him grit his teeth, give a soft hiss and smile at Chris with his eyes the moment afterwards.
She smiles in return, a fond thing that he’s rarely seen before, gently trails the knife along – so slowly that he has time to reflect on the soft, slight ooze of blood that he can feel from the cut. It aches a little, yes, and will probably ache a bit more later – but Chris avoids all vital and soft areas and it actually ends up… Nice, still arousing as she gently lifts her knife from the first cut and inspects it with critical eyes.
And is pleased, judging by the bright smile that she gives. With another glance up to him, and he does appreciate it even if he’s more than fine with everything, she moves the knife a little down and gently cuts in again – pressing just as hard, just as deep and gently gathering up the resultant blood with a finger as she goes.
The third cut happens in much the same way.
And the fourth cut…
But by the end of the fourth cut, gentle and vertical this time, he is properly hard – and she has happily noticed. She halts before making the fifth cut, tilts her head with a slow smirk before rocking back and wiping the slightly bloodied blade against the sheets “…That should come out.”
“Aren’t you going to apologise?” He asks, with only the slightest touch of weariness.
“Nah,” which she only smiles at, and tilts her head at, and seems to actually think on for a moment before beaming like a beautiful madwoman yet again “…But I will do something better: do you want a go?”
He pauses for a second himself “…A go?”
She gently, and he’s very glad for the gentleness there, raises the blade and waves it – an obvious answer if he’s ever seen one.
And, well…
“Alright,” he says, with a faint touch of reluctance, and reaches up to carefully take the knife from her fingers, “I suppose it couldn’t do too much harm-“
…Even if it doesn’t feel that good.
And he makes a face, and hisses in sympathy, and can’t help but let his erection wilt a little as he gently presses the knife against her side and traces a gentle pattern there.
It’s a good thing, then, that Chris is immediately ready to chuckle and pluck the blade from his fingers – setting it down on the side table before leaning in for a kiss that is sweet and forgiving and so perfect that he doesn’t know how he ever lived without it (…Though that does sound like something from some romance movie, that Chris would probably cackle at for years), “it’s alright.”
“It’s-“
“You don’t get off on cutting me, that’s fine - actually considered healthy in some circles,” she’s beaming as she leans back, one of her properly happy ones that always make casual observers think that she’s an actually nice person instead of a society hating machine (though she’s also a nice person as well as a society hating machine, she just refuses to tell anybody), “you still let me cut you even if you weren’t sure that you were going to like it, and then you actually went and got hard from it!”
“…Yay?”
She chuckles, an impossibly fond sound for Chris, leans in for another kiss that makes him almost helpless yet again “…Now, I brought extra condoms today and shoved them in the side table while you were treating your harpy of an ex-wife with far more kindness than she deserves. Want to use them?”
…He loves her.
He honestly does, as he scrambles up to grab them and hears her laughter echoing in his ears.
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She smiles in return, a fond thing that he’s rarely seen before, gently trails the knife along – so slowly that he has time to reflect on the soft, slight ooze of blood that he can feel from the cut. It aches a little, yes, and will probably ache a bit more later – but Chris avoids all vital and soft areas and it actually ends up… Nice, still arousing as she gently lifts her knife from the first cut and inspects it with critical eyes.
And is pleased, judging by the bright smile that she gives. With another glance up to him, and he does appreciate it even if he’s more than fine with everything, she moves the knife a little down and gently cuts in again – pressing just as hard, just as deep and gently gathering up the resultant blood with a finger as she goes.
The third cut happens in much the same way.
And the fourth cut…
But by the end of the fourth cut, gentle and vertical this time, he is properly hard – and she has happily noticed. She halts before making the fifth cut, tilts her head with a slow smirk before rocking back and wiping the slightly bloodied blade against the sheets “…That should come out.”
“Aren’t you going to apologise?” He asks, with only the slightest touch of weariness.
“Nah,” which she only smiles at, and tilts her head at, and seems to actually think on for a moment before beaming like a beautiful madwoman yet again “…But I will do something better: do you want a go?”
He pauses for a second himself “…A go?”
She gently, and he’s very glad for the gentleness there, raises the blade and waves it – an obvious answer if he’s ever seen one.
And, well…
“Alright,” he says, with a faint touch of reluctance, and reaches up to carefully take the knife from her fingers, “I suppose it couldn’t do too much harm-“
…Even if it doesn’t feel that good.
And he makes a face, and hisses in sympathy, and can’t help but let his erection wilt a little as he gently presses the knife against her side and traces a gentle pattern there.
It’s a good thing, then, that Chris is immediately ready to chuckle and pluck the blade from his fingers – setting it down on the side table before leaning in for a kiss that is sweet and forgiving and so perfect that he doesn’t know how he ever lived without it (…Though that does sound like something from some romance movie, that Chris would probably cackle at for years), “it’s alright.”
“It’s-“
“You don’t get off on cutting me, that’s fine - actually considered healthy in some circles,” she’s beaming as she leans back, one of her properly happy ones that always make casual observers think that she’s an actually nice person instead of a society hating machine (though she’s also a nice person as well as a society hating machine, she just refuses to tell anybody), “you still let me cut you even if you weren’t sure that you were going to like it, and then you actually went and got hard from it!”
“…Yay?”
She chuckles, an impossibly fond sound for Chris, leans in for another kiss that makes him almost helpless yet again “…Now, I brought extra condoms today and shoved them in the side table while you were treating your harpy of an ex-wife with far more kindness than she deserves. Want to use them?”
…He loves her.
He honestly does, as he scrambles up to grab them and hears her laughter echoing in his ears.