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Encore
It's difficult to maneuver with her wrists roped together, but then not much maneuvering is required to sit between a splayed pair of thighs. It's also not the most comfortable of positions. Her toes are scrunched up into the velvet backrest in front of her, her knees knock into her companion's ribs with every move she hazards, and Bubblegum has a surprisingly strong grip on her bare waist.
Strong enough in fact that Marceline is aware of her fingertips individually, despite the warm suction Bonnie is lavishing over her neck.
She flexes her wrists against their restraints. Her next breath is a quiet, hitching pant and Bubblegum presses a smug little smile into her skin. One of her hands drifts slowly down Marceline's stomach in a smear that feels like fire and prickles hotly in her belly even after the movement ceases and those fingertips hover teasingly over her. She leans back to regard Marceline and lazes a gentle touch between her legs.
"This was a good idea," the princess whispers. Her voice sounds like triumph and she's being too soft with that finger. Marceline bucks her hips once. "Ah-ah, stay still, love."
Her hand lifts away.
"Okay!" Marceline offers quickly, "Okay, I'll be good. I will. I promise – "
"Ssh," Bubblegum soothes. She squeezes Marceline's waist affectionately. "Do you want me to touch you?"
"Is that a serious question or do you just want me to beg?"
The princess smiles.
Marceline watches her tongue ghost over her lips before she answers: "Is there a difference?"
The queen frowns.
Bubblegum pops an eyebrow upward and waits until Marceline bites her lip and looks away. When her gaze returns to the princess it comes up from below her lashes. Bubblegum holds her breath.
"Please?" and Bubblegum could swear she's actually asking. "Please, princess?" she bumps her forehead into Bubblegum's. "Be good to your queen?"
"Marceline…" she closes her eyes at the intimacy, enjoying it.
"Please, my princess?" Marceline continues. Her voice cracks. "I need you."
Bubblegum presses down against her again, firmer this time, like she means it. Marceline gasps, presses her toes harder into the velvet to stay still. She bites her lip next, harder as the pressure builds from Bubblegum's fingers and at the base of her stomach.
"You don't have to be quiet," the princess whispers wickedly. "Moan for me."
She presses into Marceline instead and she gets her moan, with a side of breasts squished into her face when the queen arches. She could chastise again. Part of her even wants to, so she can hear some more begging, but before that thought can synapse, one of Marceline's nipples is in her mouth. She hears her name in that sultry singer's voice, in a duet with the stretching grind of ropes pulled taut and twisted.
Bubblegum works her slowly, steadily. Marceline lets her know when she's close. Her body begs even better than her mouth. Her knees dig a little deeper into Bubblegum's ribs, her thighs clench, and she manages somehow to bow her back deeper than she already has. She looks up to Marceline's face.
"Beautiful," she mumbles into the soft flesh in her mouth. Marceline hears. Her knees are like knives in Bubblegum's sides.
When it's over she smiles breathlessly and knocks her forehead into the princess's again.
"I know when I'm beat," she chuckles hoarsely. "This was a good idea."
Bubblegum kisses her softly while she unties the knots keeping Marceline's arms from their place around her neck.