[ Oh, that made his mouth still on his sternum, mid-bite, his mouth half-open against him and his fingers still laced against his ribs like they could reach in. Hasn't even started β and his cock twitched at the prospect, pressed up against his stomach, against him. He wanted to continue down his path, memorize every scar and leave his own in his wake. He wanted to stop, and see where he would start. He wanted to rut against him until he felt that same wave of pleasure again.
He was greedy, selfish. He liked seeing it come out of this man too, taking instead of worrying about it. He'd thought, once, when they'd talked, that he'd almost gotten through to him, before he'd said something damning, that he didn't deserve it. That he didn't get to take what he wanted.
Well, now he had him beneath him, him, scarred and broken into pieces like he always was. Barely worth looking down on β that dirty little thing from the undercity, he'd hardly escaped it despite being better, working to do more β and he had pulled him out a little bit out of that malaise. He took his hand, bought into his goading, stole away here, and now he'd opened himself up to him. He let himself be selfish, take it. What more could he convince him to take?
Could he teach him to take more?
He shivered, another sucking bite onto his skin β but it worms into his brain, shivering, vibrating impatience. He tipped his head upward, focusing that blackened eye on him, a quirk of his lips around a mouthful of skin. ]
I could make you wait...
[ He murmured against his skin. His fingers pressed into the spaces between his ribs. ] Take my time...
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He was greedy, selfish. He liked seeing it come out of this man too, taking instead of worrying about it. He'd thought, once, when they'd talked, that he'd almost gotten through to him, before he'd said something damning, that he didn't deserve it. That he didn't get to take what he wanted.
Well, now he had him beneath him, him, scarred and broken into pieces like he always was. Barely worth looking down on β that dirty little thing from the undercity, he'd hardly escaped it despite being better, working to do more β and he had pulled him out a little bit out of that malaise. He took his hand, bought into his goading, stole away here, and now he'd opened himself up to him. He let himself be selfish, take it. What more could he convince him to take?
Could he teach him to take more?
He shivered, another sucking bite onto his skin β but it worms into his brain, shivering, vibrating impatience. He tipped his head upward, focusing that blackened eye on him, a quirk of his lips around a mouthful of skin. ]
I could make you wait...
[ He murmured against his skin. His fingers pressed into the spaces between his ribs. ] Take my time...
Should I?