[A lazy sort of accusation, if it even is one. He almost states it as casual fact, watching the contortion of the other's face with his hand so firmly on his cock. It still is sticky from before, thighs coated in his previous release. He aims to add more to that, though he thinks his alone will be enough to stain him.]
[That being said, he twists his wrist as to hold both of them in the same grip. He is still sensitive himself, hissing as they both touch.]
You want what can hurt you.
[There's a confident stare at the way spider fingers drift over his thighs, daring them to move. To dig in. To hurt.]
no subject
[A lazy sort of accusation, if it even is one. He almost states it as casual fact, watching the contortion of the other's face with his hand so firmly on his cock. It still is sticky from before, thighs coated in his previous release. He aims to add more to that, though he thinks his alone will be enough to stain him.]
[That being said, he twists his wrist as to hold both of them in the same grip. He is still sensitive himself, hissing as they both touch.]
You want what can hurt you.
[There's a confident stare at the way spider fingers drift over his thighs, daring them to move. To dig in. To hurt.]
[Maybe be wants to be harmed, too.]
Isn't that right....?