“Who’d have thought you’d be dominant in bed?” he mused, his hands hovering above her hips.

“Anyone whose ever had sex with me,” she deadpanned, reaching down to the hem of her shirt and pulling it off, batting his hands away when he tried to help her. “No touching. We’re doing this my way, remember?”

“Bossy,” Apollo hummed, looking up at her with mischievous eyes but he kept his hands to his sides.

“Thank you,” Astra dropped her shirt off to the side, snorting when his eyes drifted down to her cleavage. 

“Eyes up here, hon,” she placed a finger under his chin and tilted his head up to look her in the eyes. His face was rather red now and his eyes looked slightly dazed.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, “now I understand why you keep yourself covered up.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she told him.

“Maybe not,” he chuckled, eyes dark as he looked at her, “but I can think of something that will.”

Astra felt his hands trail up her sides and, for a moment, she indulged him as she let him trace the bottom of her bra. It was only when she felt him reach round to undo her bra that she decided to stop him.

Apollo’s face flushed even more when he found his hands pinned down.

“Keep touching when I tell you not to and I’ll have to restrain you.”

“Kinky,” he snickered.

Astra rolled her eyes at him and picked up her shirt. “Would you be okay with that?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

She smiled slightly and, using her shirt as a rope, tied his hands above his head. “If you want to get out, you should be able to. I haven’t tied it too tightly.”

Apollo tugged slightly against the bonds and nodded when he found that they were tight enough to hold him but also loose enough for him to be able to get out of them.

Astra reached behind to undo her bra and tossed it to the side. She then ran her fingers down the line of buttons that held Apollo’s shirt closed, starting to undo the buttons at the last one and working her way back up.

When the shirt was open all the way, she pushed it slightly more open and sat back to look at his chest.

‘He isn’t that muscled compared to some of the other gods but he doesn’t need to be,” she observed, shaking her head to the side when she saw him puff out his chest slightly with a smug look on his face.

“Are you just gonna look?” his voice was slightly teasing, his blush was fading slightly and he had a mischievous look in his still dark eyes.

Astra narrowed her eyes at him and trailed her fingertips down the side of his neck, smirking slightly when he tensed. “So, your neck is sensitive,” she mused out loud, acting almost as if she was doing it without thinking.

“It’s not the only thing that’s sensitive,”  Apollo muttered through clenched teeth, hissing slightly when she moves backwards to sit basically on his lap.

“Hmm, quite,” she smiled lazily, trailing her fingertips down his chest and taking note of the way he shivers.

She moved her hand back up to tangle in his hair and tilted his head back until his neck was exposed. His Adam’s apple bobbed and his breath left him in a rush as she leant in to brush her lips against the sensitive, vulnerable skin of his throat. Her hand shifted downward towards his chest, fingers still light against his skin. Apollo let out a groan, shivering as she teased the area around one pebbled nipple.

She circled it, pulling back just enough to watch the way his eyes fluttered closed.

His eyes opened, confusion clear in them, when she pulled her hand away. “Wha-?”

“Is there something you want, sunshine?” she tilted her head to the side, a confident smile on her face. “You’ll have to let me know if you do.”

Apollo blinked before shaking his head. “No, no. I dont want anything,” his gruff voice and the way his eyes keep trailing down her frame betrayed him but she didn’t say anything.

Astra smirked and released her grip on his hair, her fingers trailing across his collar bone and down the centre of his stomach. The muscles twitched beneath the barely-there touch and Astra wriggled a little in his lap, getting comfortable. “Well, if that’s the case,” she murmured, her words slow as if she was considering her options. “I think I’ll just take care of myself. You don’t mine watching, do you hon?”

He grit his teeth and shook his head.

She brought her hands to her own body, running them down her bare sides with the same touch she’d done on Apollo. With one hand, she cupped one of her breasts and with the other, she unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her fingers down under the cotton fabric underneath denim. They pressed down against her clit, giving her something to grind against and she let out a slight gasp of relief, closing her eyes.

Apollo shifted slightly underneath her and she opened her eyes slightly to look at him through her eyelashes. 

“Is there something you want, Apollo?” she asked softly, the fingers that were on her breast sliding over a pert nipple. She pinched it, twisting, and let her hips rock against her palm. His lips are parted and his face is flushed a darker shade then she has ever seen on his skin.

“Yeah,” he whispered, eyes flicking between both of her hands.

“What?”

“You.”

Astra hummed, blinking slowly at him as she pulled her fingers away from her clit. “That isn’t a good answer,” her face took on a thoughtful look. “I guess I’ll just have to guess until you tell me.”

His eyes lock on her damp fingers, a whine escaping from his parted lips.

Astra draped her arm over Apollo’s shoulders, a slightly wicked smirk on her face.

“Come on, babe,” she urged, leaning in as if she were going to kiss him. “Tell me what it is you want.”

That drew a long, needy sound from him and Astra leant backwards as he tried to kiss her.

“Uh-uh,” she scolded, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she pressed against the hardness in his jeans before opening again. “Tell me.”

“Please,” he gasped, voice rough and slightly desperate.

“Please what?” she asked, a mischievous light in her eyes. “You can tell me.”

He broke upon hearing that.

“Let me,” he choked out, voice catching on desire. “I want to…”

He tugged at the restraints, not enough to get out and he knows that, but enough to show just how desperate he is.

“Want what?” she asks.

Apollo sat upright, forcing her to use him for balance, and nuzzled at her neck.

“Please,” he mumbled, kissing what skin he can. “Touch me. Let me touch you. I dont care. I just want more than what you’re giving me.”

“Well,” she said slowly, lacing her fingers through the hair at the back of his head, tugging it back and locking eyes with him. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you touch me.”

“Thank you,” his voice was still desperate as he started to work his way out of his bindings.

“Keep your hands behind your back,” Astra scolded, leaning in close enough to kiss him, “you can only use your mouth.”

She pressed her lips against his in an open mouthed kiss, cutting off whatever reply was on his tongue.

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@writersshock, are you happy now? I have officially written somewhat smutty content and I dont really know how to feel about it. 

@writer-grandma, I am so, so sorry but the labour of my pain needs to be shared.