[ Between classes and jobs and crime-fighting, and throwing in the occasional social engagement, it's no surprise that more often than not Poe ends up crashing on the couch or in bed with Gwen rather than staying up all night with other activities. It's not exactly sexy to fall asleep halfway through getting something started, but it happens. He's usually too stubborn to be the one tapping out first like that, but he can acknowledge the fact that he's occasionally snoring his way through time they were supposed to be taking advantage of before all those obligations close in on them again. That might have been what happened last night, in fact, but what Gwen doesn't know is that he's planning on making up for it. And then some. He's got Plans, a lot of flexibility, and a night that's - fingers crossed - free from any potential distractions that might pull him away. Nothing short of an emergency would dissuade him now, and he'd make sure that anyone caught on the wrong end of ruining that would regret it.
But while he's tried to be somewhat vague about what hes thinking there's no doubt that Gwen knows something is up. He doesn't get that particular gleam in his eyes for nothing, and it's been difficult to hide the fact that he's been fantasizing all day, especially over lunch at the office earlier. There have been days where he's been tempted into getting a very different kind of work done on his desk, but that's not what he has in mind this time. It's more of a wait, but the kind that's definitely worth it.
Because as soon as Gwen's home and had a chance to strip down to the casual clothes that she tends to settle into for the night, that's when he's setting his 'ambush' into motion.
As if she would let him web her up, suspended and wrapped up tight but not too tight, if that wasn't exactly what she wanted too. But they can pretend that he's surprised her, can't they? By the time he's done though he's already stripped himself down to his boxers. ]
Comfortable?
[ There's so much they can do with this. And even if they play around with this kind of thing often enough, it's never anything less than exciting, even better than using rope to accomplish the same thing. This is much more personal, and besides, there's no rope out there that's as strong or flexible or easy to work with as the webs are. As weird as it was for him at first, this just feels natural now, and Gwen's just as confident with them as he is. Is it incredibly selfish to use his abilities like this? Maybe, but all things considered he doesn't feel even a bit guilty about it. ]
[ yeah, gwen definitely knows something is up. they're both pretty good at making it clear when they'd rather be somewhere private when they can't just outright say it, but the looks poe was giving her all throughout lunch definitely clued her into the fact that he actually had a plan. she's been curious about it all day of course, but not enough to stick around at his office later, or bug him with texts all day. it's just sort of there, in the back of her mind, wondering when he'll clue her into exactly what he's got on his mind.
of course, it isn't until she's in her sweats that he finally does, and it's not so much a clue as a direct answer with a few well-placed webs.
it's fun, because it's always fun, letting him strip her and get her into one position or another. it's mostly fun because she of course doesn't put up much resistance at all, and usually ends up helping indirectly, just to make the set-up go even quicker. she always ends up just a few feet off of the ground, although this time she's more tightly bound than she has been in the past. her knees are drawn back against her torso, thighs spread, body parallel to the ground, the webbing that's binding her wrists somehow attached to the ones around her torso and both ankles. she could "sit up" if she really tried, the webs are anchored in spots that allows her to, but she seems relaxed enough in this position, head tipped back so the world around her is upside down.
they're both built to be comfortable in situations similar to this ( ... sort of, even if her hands are bound behind her back in a way they never would be if she was webbing around the city ), so there isn't really a version of this that's uncomfortable for her. so when he asks her just that, she ends up smiling more fondly than she has any right to when she's been tied into such a vulnerable position. ]
I love you so much.
[ it's not... technically an answer, but it sort of is. she thinks it counts. ]
[ Of course she's comfortable. Wrapped up in his webs, she's just as at ease as if she were casually tangled in her own, but while she's fully capable of putting herself in a position like this, part of it is the fact that this is all him. Which is why he's not surprised when she takes a more affectionate, softer approach to the question than a blatantly sexual one, which he's not going to complain about. It pleases him just as much as anything more shamelessly seductive might have, and whether or not she twists her gaze back around to look at him there's a similarly fond smile on his face too. As if he could feel any other way about having her tied up like this for him, open and willing and happy to let him take whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Not that she's often stubborn about spoiling him under any circumstances, but this is different. ]
I love you too, baby.
[ It only takes a moment to slide his boxers off too, getting rid of the last barrier between them as he sidles forward, his hands settling on her thighs. She could try to pull them closer together, there's enough give for some adjustment, but then again, he knows that there's a kink in here that they don't indulge in as often as a lot of others. One that involves her being fully restrained and fucked well past the point of overstimulation, until she's completely and thoroughly exhausted. And he's somewhat uniquely capable of fulfilling that in a way that most people couldn't. Especially when she's tied up with the most versatile restraints anyone could ask for and he's got free access to all of their toys. He's definitely planning on using at least a couple of them.
But they'll work up to that. Right now it's just him stroking her thighs until his hands settle into a light grip on them as he rocks his hips forward to press himself between her legs. He was already aroused just from the foreplay of getting her into this position, but rubbing his cock against her makes that even more obvious. As if she could have missed that familiar outline pressing against his boxers before. ]
Are you nice and wet for me already?
[ As if he couldn't answer that question himself, but that's not the point. He can't help but tease her, even when it's in these affectionate, almost doting tones. ]
[ she doesn't sound frustrated, exactly, but there's a slight impatience to her tone just because simply being webbed up to begin with turned her on, and he also already knows she's wet because he's rocking his hips to grind into her, right where it counts. so she sounds amused in the same way she always does at the start of him teasing her in one way or another, but it's also got that same edge to it that usually accompanies her using her hands or her legs to drag him in closer and taking some initiative on her own. but she can't do that while bound like this, so instead she's left with simply squirming against him.
and of course, she's turned on enough to make the teasing friction between them feel more enjoyable than if she weren't, but she's not nearly at the place where she knows he'll want her to be yet. it takes a little longer for her to ramp up to that frantic arousal that has her begging for him when she's tied up this way, and it's not as if she's fighting against any kind of fight or flight instinct, it's more about having to relax herself and venom. it takes a bit more effort to focus on the good emotions that come from being taken care of in this particular way, and less on the worries about being immobilized in general. poe knows that though, and he's always been so impossibly perceptive about when she's going through that inward process.
eventually she picks her head up so she can look down her body to where he is, head tilting to look around the webs holding her up. it helps, watching him - venom can't exactly find reason to panic when it can see with its own ( well, gwen's... ) eyes that the person responsible for its current position is the love of gwen's life. it definitely helps. ]
This is all you were thinking about before, huh? During lunch, probably all day, until you knew you could get me right here? I can tell.
[ she can read him, sure, but he can also read her just as easily, and there's no subtlety in the way she's talking to him now. it's the preface to the kind of behavior that earns her the type of punishment she'll always thank him for - fingers or his cock in her mouth to keep her quiet, a spanking wherever he decides is best. she tries to close her thighs a bit, tighten them against his sides, but his hands and the webs keep her from doing more than just shift a bit ]
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But while he's tried to be somewhat vague about what hes thinking there's no doubt that Gwen knows something is up. He doesn't get that particular gleam in his eyes for nothing, and it's been difficult to hide the fact that he's been fantasizing all day, especially over lunch at the office earlier. There have been days where he's been tempted into getting a very different kind of work done on his desk, but that's not what he has in mind this time. It's more of a wait, but the kind that's definitely worth it.
Because as soon as Gwen's home and had a chance to strip down to the casual clothes that she tends to settle into for the night, that's when he's setting his 'ambush' into motion.
As if she would let him web her up, suspended and wrapped up tight but not too tight, if that wasn't exactly what she wanted too. But they can pretend that he's surprised her, can't they? By the time he's done though he's already stripped himself down to his boxers. ]
Comfortable?
[ There's so much they can do with this. And even if they play around with this kind of thing often enough, it's never anything less than exciting, even better than using rope to accomplish the same thing. This is much more personal, and besides, there's no rope out there that's as strong or flexible or easy to work with as the webs are. As weird as it was for him at first, this just feels natural now, and Gwen's just as confident with them as he is. Is it incredibly selfish to use his abilities like this? Maybe, but all things considered he doesn't feel even a bit guilty about it. ]
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of course, it isn't until she's in her sweats that he finally does, and it's not so much a clue as a direct answer with a few well-placed webs.
it's fun, because it's always fun, letting him strip her and get her into one position or another. it's mostly fun because she of course doesn't put up much resistance at all, and usually ends up helping indirectly, just to make the set-up go even quicker. she always ends up just a few feet off of the ground, although this time she's more tightly bound than she has been in the past. her knees are drawn back against her torso, thighs spread, body parallel to the ground, the webbing that's binding her wrists somehow attached to the ones around her torso and both ankles. she could "sit up" if she really tried, the webs are anchored in spots that allows her to, but she seems relaxed enough in this position, head tipped back so the world around her is upside down.
they're both built to be comfortable in situations similar to this ( ... sort of, even if her hands are bound behind her back in a way they never would be if she was webbing around the city ), so there isn't really a version of this that's uncomfortable for her. so when he asks her just that, she ends up smiling more fondly than she has any right to when she's been tied into such a vulnerable position. ]
I love you so much.
[ it's not... technically an answer, but it sort of is. she thinks it counts. ]
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I love you too, baby.
[ It only takes a moment to slide his boxers off too, getting rid of the last barrier between them as he sidles forward, his hands settling on her thighs. She could try to pull them closer together, there's enough give for some adjustment, but then again, he knows that there's a kink in here that they don't indulge in as often as a lot of others. One that involves her being fully restrained and fucked well past the point of overstimulation, until she's completely and thoroughly exhausted. And he's somewhat uniquely capable of fulfilling that in a way that most people couldn't. Especially when she's tied up with the most versatile restraints anyone could ask for and he's got free access to all of their toys. He's definitely planning on using at least a couple of them.
But they'll work up to that. Right now it's just him stroking her thighs until his hands settle into a light grip on them as he rocks his hips forward to press himself between her legs. He was already aroused just from the foreplay of getting her into this position, but rubbing his cock against her makes that even more obvious. As if she could have missed that familiar outline pressing against his boxers before. ]
Are you nice and wet for me already?
[ As if he couldn't answer that question himself, but that's not the point. He can't help but tease her, even when it's in these affectionate, almost doting tones. ]
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[ she doesn't sound frustrated, exactly, but there's a slight impatience to her tone just because simply being webbed up to begin with turned her on, and he also already knows she's wet because he's rocking his hips to grind into her, right where it counts. so she sounds amused in the same way she always does at the start of him teasing her in one way or another, but it's also got that same edge to it that usually accompanies her using her hands or her legs to drag him in closer and taking some initiative on her own. but she can't do that while bound like this, so instead she's left with simply squirming against him.
and of course, she's turned on enough to make the teasing friction between them feel more enjoyable than if she weren't, but she's not nearly at the place where she knows he'll want her to be yet. it takes a little longer for her to ramp up to that frantic arousal that has her begging for him when she's tied up this way, and it's not as if she's fighting against any kind of fight or flight instinct, it's more about having to relax herself and venom. it takes a bit more effort to focus on the good emotions that come from being taken care of in this particular way, and less on the worries about being immobilized in general. poe knows that though, and he's always been so impossibly perceptive about when she's going through that inward process.
eventually she picks her head up so she can look down her body to where he is, head tilting to look around the webs holding her up. it helps, watching him - venom can't exactly find reason to panic when it can see with its own ( well, gwen's... ) eyes that the person responsible for its current position is the love of gwen's life. it definitely helps. ]
This is all you were thinking about before, huh? During lunch, probably all day, until you knew you could get me right here? I can tell.
[ she can read him, sure, but he can also read her just as easily, and there's no subtlety in the way she's talking to him now. it's the preface to the kind of behavior that earns her the type of punishment she'll always thank him for - fingers or his cock in her mouth to keep her quiet, a spanking wherever he decides is best. she tries to close her thighs a bit, tighten them against his sides, but his hands and the webs keep her from doing more than just shift a bit ]
So desperate.