[ Another one, just for you, Vergilius. And another, and another. He's at a sharp angle, pulled up and into place for his pleasure, all thin bones and awkward angles, and he thrusts into him like it's a mission, to make him ache and hurt and tremble. He doesn't sound displeased by it, each punctuated little moan or groan to match his relentless pace.
Fingers wound into the sheets, His face rubs against it β he might have a rash, in fact β the unmarred side of his face pressed into it, leaving a damp patch of spittle from every punctuated breath, every single time he has to open and close his mouth from the force of it. ]
Is that β [ His eye tries to catch sight of him, even if he can't. He still tries. His breath wheezed out, his sentence unfinished with a low moan. ] β All you have?
[ Maybe he doesn't mind the pain? Maybe he wants to see more of it β that monster β maybe he wants to really feel him.
After all, he had hurt him. Stabbed him. He knew he could handle it, but maybe a small part of him wants to see him lash out more; make them both sinners in this. Make sure he, too, hurts back. Just like with the bites, with the choking.
If neither is without sin, maybe he won't leave. ]
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[ Another one, just for you, Vergilius. And another, and another. He's at a sharp angle, pulled up and into place for his pleasure, all thin bones and awkward angles, and he thrusts into him like it's a mission, to make him ache and hurt and tremble. He doesn't sound displeased by it, each punctuated little moan or groan to match his relentless pace.
Fingers wound into the sheets, His face rubs against it β he might have a rash, in fact β the unmarred side of his face pressed into it, leaving a damp patch of spittle from every punctuated breath, every single time he has to open and close his mouth from the force of it. ]
Is that β [ His eye tries to catch sight of him, even if he can't. He still tries. His breath wheezed out, his sentence unfinished with a low moan. ] β All you have?
[ Maybe he doesn't mind the pain? Maybe he wants to see more of it β that monster β maybe he wants to really feel him.
After all, he had hurt him. Stabbed him. He knew he could handle it, but maybe a small part of him wants to see him lash out more; make them both sinners in this. Make sure he, too, hurts back. Just like with the bites, with the choking.
If neither is without sin, maybe he won't leave. ]