[It feels primal to be held by the back of the neck, blood pulsing against the pinch of fingers where they close over arteries, wavering over the threat of a drop. With anyone else, it would be enough to inspire true fear beyond the veil of fantasy — but he trusts Cy. He would put his bloody, still-beating heart into Cy's hands, knowing he would be well-cared for, knowing he would not be harmed.
The praise sinks alongside degradation, his body's protest forced still across the man's lap. His ears burn; his cock is throbbing; he has to swallow hard to keep from deteriorating into pleas. Hit me, I can take it, I want to take it, hurt me... Instead he emits a low whimper muffled down against the sheets.]
I won't give in. [Affirmation that tastes metallic in his mouth, which he realizes is because he's bit the inside of his own cheek.] Three hours. I won't come.
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The praise sinks alongside degradation, his body's protest forced still across the man's lap. His ears burn; his cock is throbbing; he has to swallow hard to keep from deteriorating into pleas. Hit me, I can take it, I want to take it, hurt me... Instead he emits a low whimper muffled down against the sheets.]
I won't give in. [Affirmation that tastes metallic in his mouth, which he realizes is because he's bit the inside of his own cheek.] Three hours. I won't come.