[Even with that permission, Ozymandias didn't anticipate that Caren's approach would change. She was enjoying the control over him far too much to do anything less than her slow torment, likely testing to see just how long until he couldn't take it any longer and took it back from her.]
[Ozymandias manages for a time. As much as he wants more, wants to find release, he is also incredibly (legendarily, in fact) stubborn. And so, although it is perhaps plain as day the effect her mouth is having on him with every groan and the grip on her hair beginning to tighten once more, he refuses to take control back so soon. And setting aside this little challenge to withstand her sweet torment, there is still a part of him yet that enjoys the teasing, that wants her to set that pace and yield to her whims. So, he manages for a time to not urge her in any particular way, to not make any demands and be grateful for the feel of her lips around him and the movement of her tongue against him. But it is still not long before that urge to move arises and Ozymandias offers far less resistance to it, pressing his hips forward with a strangled sound of pleasure.]
[They don't share a Bond, but Ozymandias can feel the surge of emotion from Caren while he is this close to her. She fights against it in all the usual ways, trembling in her efforts to keep herself steady. She still speaks as though there is a chance he is wrong, desperate for him to admit the same through any means possible. It would be easier for her if Ozymandias would hurt her as so many before him have, but it's not what she wants. She betrays that truth with the prick of her claws and her unnecessary attempts to keep him close to her.]
There are things beyond even my control, [he says, the hand over hers tightening.] I cannot lie to you and say that there shall never be pain, that my own actions or words at times might not bring about harm. I cannot guarantee that this place shall not find it fit to separate us.
[Her tears wet the hand that remains at her cheek, but still he does not brush them away, allowing those that land just right to slip further and those less fortunate to begin to dry against her cheek and his hand.]
But what reason do I have to worry? Such joy as I feel with you is worth the possibility of pain. And whatever pain there might be shall be eclipsed by that joy, not the other way around. I would gladly face whatever hardships are to come a thousand times over for the time I have already been fortunate enough to have with you, never mind for what might yet be.
The only way that I could ever bear any regret with you is if I remained a fool and never said anything, but quite fortunately, I've come to my senses. [Ozymandias catches a tear as he kisses her cheek.] I am right here. If you will have me. But I will not be angry with you or resent you if you choose otherwise.
Your happiness is too important to me to be so petty and childish.
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[Even with that permission, Ozymandias didn't anticipate that Caren's approach would change. She was enjoying the control over him far too much to do anything less than her slow torment, likely testing to see just how long until he couldn't take it any longer and took it back from her.]
[Ozymandias manages for a time. As much as he wants more, wants to find release, he is also incredibly (legendarily, in fact) stubborn. And so, although it is perhaps plain as day the effect her mouth is having on him with every groan and the grip on her hair beginning to tighten once more, he refuses to take control back so soon. And setting aside this little challenge to withstand her sweet torment, there is still a part of him yet that enjoys the teasing, that wants her to set that pace and yield to her whims. So, he manages for a time to not urge her in any particular way, to not make any demands and be grateful for the feel of her lips around him and the movement of her tongue against him. But it is still not long before that urge to move arises and Ozymandias offers far less resistance to it, pressing his hips forward with a strangled sound of pleasure.]
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[They don't share a Bond, but Ozymandias can feel the surge of emotion from Caren while he is this close to her. She fights against it in all the usual ways, trembling in her efforts to keep herself steady. She still speaks as though there is a chance he is wrong, desperate for him to admit the same through any means possible. It would be easier for her if Ozymandias would hurt her as so many before him have, but it's not what she wants. She betrays that truth with the prick of her claws and her unnecessary attempts to keep him close to her.]
There are things beyond even my control, [he says, the hand over hers tightening.] I cannot lie to you and say that there shall never be pain, that my own actions or words at times might not bring about harm. I cannot guarantee that this place shall not find it fit to separate us.
[Her tears wet the hand that remains at her cheek, but still he does not brush them away, allowing those that land just right to slip further and those less fortunate to begin to dry against her cheek and his hand.]
But what reason do I have to worry? Such joy as I feel with you is worth the possibility of pain. And whatever pain there might be shall be eclipsed by that joy, not the other way around. I would gladly face whatever hardships are to come a thousand times over for the time I have already been fortunate enough to have with you, never mind for what might yet be.
The only way that I could ever bear any regret with you is if I remained a fool and never said anything, but quite fortunately, I've come to my senses. [Ozymandias catches a tear as he kisses her cheek.] I am right here. If you will have me. But I will not be angry with you or resent you if you choose otherwise.
Your happiness is too important to me to be so petty and childish.
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