bakerstreet | level the playing field

His hands wind around the back of her, fingers playing along the length of her zipper. He lets out a low chuckle that was perhaps a few shades darker than was strictly necessary.

"You'd be appalled at the things I've had hired help do. Sometimes to themselves, sometimes to others, but more often than not, it requires me finding new help rather often."

"I imagine it doesn't turn out well for those around you when you don't get what you want. It's strange to be the first to experince you without all that power."

She licks a trail across his throat, before leaving a bite on the side of his neck.

"All mine."

That notion is a little worrisome, he admits to himself, but not so much that it would make him disinterested in continuing further. The bite she gives him is enough for him to hiss and unsuccessfully bite back a groan, and his fingers to dig into the fabric of her dress. Were it not so well-made he'd be tempted to try to tear it off her.

"All yours, am I? Well, I find myself uniquely unable to do much about that... What do you do with things that are all yours, hm?"

"I take very good care of them."

She halfway thinks he might not object to the notion even if he had his powers. She vividly recalls him asking her to stay. She finishes the buttons and pushes his shirt from his shoulders. Irene takes a step away from him and towards that entryway table she had mentioned. It's a solid piece of furniture, she hops up to sit on the edge of it, and gives him a very 'come and get it' look.

There's absolutely no hesitation from him in removing his shirt and jacket, and he doesn't even seem to mind leaving them on the floor while he hurries to attend his host. She didn't even need to tell him anything and he was already jumping at the chance to obey. Is that what it's like for other people? Strange.

He places his palms flat on the table on either side of her, able to bully himself between her legs with just his hips. He doesn't even need any prompting to lean in and take a kiss from her, either.

Being on the other side of matters is pretty nice. Irene likes the way he jumps at the chance to get against her again.

Her legs wrap around him to pull him closer still while she kisses him. She's not holding back, letting down the floodgates of her desire for him, and perhaps a bit of affection.

Of course he's eager. With a body and moves like hers, he'd have to be insane not to jump at every opportunity. He does like how eager and possessive she is of his body, so easily ready to take command of whatever part of him she needed. Right now, he doesn't need to guess at what she wants, and grinds his hips against her, his kiss relinquishing a satisfied groan against her lips.

"How do you do that? How do you make me want you this badly..?"

"It's just because you know how perfectly we fit together."

Her hands are snaking between them to undo his trousers, as much as she likes foreplay, there's something to be said for wanting someone so much that you completely forgo it. It's electricity between them and she wouldn't be able to deny him either.

He chuckles again, lifting his hands to push up her dress over her hips. "We rather do, don't we? It's remarkable." He smiles a little and bites down gently on her lower lip,.

His hips push against her hands while they work, and with a little wiggle of them, they fall to his ankles. "Hm.. I think if this is what it's like to be so owned by you, I think I'm going to like it here."

She sighs against his lips. They are a very attractive pair.

"I would hope so. I don't often take pretty men for myself." She's stroking him, teasingly; knowing her stroke is far too soft for his liking.

Kilgrave's eyebrows lift a little at this admission, and he finds himself easily grinning with the sort of mental images it's conjured.

"I'd be very interested in seeing the sort you usually do claim." Her fingers around him feel nice, but they aren't nearly enough for him, and he hisses through grit teeth, digging his fingers into her hips.

"Tighter. Hold me tighter," his voice nearly growls, having forgotten about the loss of his abilities.

"The last one was a very pretty ginger, legs for days." She continues the torment, and for the first time he makes a command and she doesn't immediately do as he says.

"I'd rather you fuck me, if it's all the same."

Oh and her refusal is so very frustrating. It's been far too long since anyone was able to, not since he was a boy, and he hates it. Thankfully, her suggestion is something he can work with.

"My dear, I wholly intend to." He grins a little through his frustration. It doesn't take much for her to make him hard, especially not with that look in her eye. He takes her by the hands and pins them to the table beside her under his own, and he wears a smug look when he's able to line himself up with ease and push himself in.

She knew it would irk him, that's why she denied him. She's the one in control now, and would like to make it very obvious.

He pins her hands and she arches a brow for a second, she will allow it. He can take that bit of control. And then he's sheathed inside of her and she lets out a content sigh.

"Kilgrave"

A proud man like Kilgrave isn't about to give up his controlling tendencies just because he can't compel someone into something anymore. The more he slips into her, the tighter the grip on her hands becomes, and her voice sighing out his name is enough to get a low groan out of him.

"Oh that does sound much nicer coming from your lips. I think I like that much better.."

"Say my name." She mutters against his lips, her legs drawing him in closer. She trails her nails up his back, just the pressure he likes; hard enough to sting.

When Irene finds someone she wants for herself, she can get a wee bit possessive. Though not as bad as he can be, so they'll be fine.

He breathes in a sharp hiss through his teeth and chuckles, her nails burning right through to the centre of him. She's so lovely he can't help but comply.

"Irene.. Oh, God, Irene.. I love how it feels when I'm inside you.." He's no stranger to playing nice and using placating words, telling people what they want to hear. Despite his history, he's had to use more than just demands to get by in life.

She would know if he had been completely dishonest about that. But he really does love shagging her, which is obvious. Irene bites into his shoulder.

She loves the way he feels, the way he smells.

(ooc- had a total brainfart about where her hands were in that last one, my bad. )

[ ooc: it's all good! ]

The bite isn't surprising, exactly, but it is somewhat painful, and he gives a shout out, his body thrusting up hard into her when the sensation makes his body go taut. It takes a bit of deep breathing to sort himself out and stop from shaking.

"Oh.. Irene, you are not playing very fair, are you..?" He says in a playful sort of tone. He pulls her body closer to him, if only so he can easily find the zipper pull on her dress and tug it down

"Fair isn't any sort of fun in these moments, is it?" She helps to wiggle her dress down, shoving a bit at the fabric.

It's not as if he would play fair either, and he probably won't once her breasts are exposed for his hands and mouth to play with. Her back arches, and her head dips back, giving him the expanse of throat and chest to do with as he pleases.

Yes, but not playing fair was usually his thing. He can't help but take advantage of this delightful treat she's given him, however, and at once takes both handfuls of her breasts and bends down to kiss her neck, not hesitating to draw his teeth over her throat as well.

"It's fun when I win," he offers. His hips slow to a languid pace, his body and mind almost too distracted with what his hands and mouth were doing. "Though if this is losing, maybe I could stand to let it happen more often."

She hisses a groan as his teeth trail over sensitive skin and a more frustrated sound when his hips slow.

"You'll win sometimes." Because she does want to please him as well. There will be times where he will demand something and she will give it with no hesitation. It's like a real relationship. "Mark me, leave bruises. Claim me as yours."

That is something he's thought himself to be rather good at, honestly, and he doesn't waste even a moment in sinking his teeth into the crook of her neck. His hands grab her wrists again, tight and secure while he leans her onto her back. It's an awkward sort of angle for him, but being tall certainly has its advantages in this case.

"That's a dangerous thing to want, Irene. You don't even know what that might mean to someone like me." He tightens his hold on her wrists, pinning her firmly in place to give a short, quick burst of violent thrusts followed by him kissing a line down between her breasts.

She's properly loud when his teeth sink into her skin, a true moan leaving her lips at the spike of pain and the endorphin rush that comes with it. She's laid back, but she arches off the table; her shoulders may be sore later, but it's worth it.

"I imagine you can be possessive. So can I" She's held down very well, and doesn't even try to fight it.

She's only known him for a short time, but she seems to know him so well already. He tries not to think about how many people she's known like him and instead chooses to channel that frustration into his thrusts.

He turns his head to bite into her breast, looking back up at her with a predatory gaze. "You've got no idea, my dear." He gives her another deep thrust and stands over her as best he can, a small grin on his face. "You were.. right about the table.. Think it can hold the both of us?"

level the playing field

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why yes, I do know how to respond in a timely and appropriate manner.

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