Until it’s broken, and Sinn'ous allows Izz to pull away. “I don’t think—I mean. Wouldn’t that be dangerous? Couldn’t I die?”
“I do not give you permission to die, I won’t allow it.”
Izz’s lips quirk into a small smile. “You know you can’t prevent that, what if I got hit by a car?”
Sinn'ous narrows his eyes, but keepshis expression light and playful. Hiding his true intentions where Izz will not see. “Do you see a car in here.”
Izz snorts a laugh, then sombres. “But with all seriousness, I don’t think that’s something I can handle. I think that might be one of my red limits.”
Sometimes, in moments like these, Sinn'ous regrets sharing so much about the kink world with Izz. And then he remembers he did it to push his boy into accepting Sinn'ous’s darker urges, and not saying ‘no’strictly based on some made-upsocial etiquette.
He won’t push the issue now. He has planted the seed, next he has to nurture and grow it. He’ll give it a week until he has Izz right where he wants him. Accepting his place.
All he has to do is show Izz that it’s not scary. A few small nudges in the right direction here and there. And same as the time he cut Izz to thrust him into knife-play, he will find a way to have what he wants.
A little manipulation to gather consent never hurt anyone.
62
SINN'OUS
The end of his week-long manipulation into destroying Izz’s mental reasoning has been a bemusing journey. And today is the day he will push Izz right to the edge.
The sounds of slurping and choked gagging is thick in his cell. As is his own ragged breathing, because damn if this isn’t affecting him. The foreplay to build up to this moment.
Izz’s on his knees, hands fastened behind his back in cuffs Sinn'ous had ‘borrowed’from a guard. It’s not like Rogers needs them right now, and Sinn'ous’s use for them far exceeds any use the guard could have for them.
He guides Izz down his cock, using the tight grip in his boy’s sweat slicked hair to drive him all the way to the base. Thrusting his hips up at the same time to fuck Izz’s throat raw. The gag he drops, and the convulsing of his throat wrenches a moan from Sinn'ous’s chest.
This isn’t the first time he’s face fucked Izz in this way. But it will be the first time he takes it to the very edge. To the point where he will feel his body succumbing to unconsciousness. And then, and only then, will Sinn'ous pull back, stopping right on the cusp.
He drives his hips up into that tight constricting heat.
Once.
Twice.
Then he shoves him all the way down and holds him there. Where he gags, then struggles, trying to shove off of the cock that’s balls deep in his throat.
No exertion is used to hold his boy down, it takes minimal effort to keep Izz there. And the resistance only constricts the soft walls of his oesophagus around Sinn'ous’s shaft even more. And fuck, if that doesn’t do things to him. His balls squeeze tight, his muscles locking up in an effort not to cum.
But bySatandoes he want to cum.
“Don’t resist. You’re fine.” Does he really sound that hoarse? “I’ve never hurt you. You can take this, Beautiful.”
He’s not stopping. He’s never forced Izz, but he isn’t above doing so. He’d rather him compliant. But if he needs to push to break past boundaries by Satan he will.
Sinn'ous forces himself to let Izz up. Let him breathe before the darker urges get the best of him. The moment he does Izz’s gasping like a dying man, sucking in air in hungry gulps.
Allowing two more starved grabs at oxygen, he shoves his cock back in, hitting the back of his boy’s throat, then pushing on until he is all the way down.
“Relax. Your body will panic. But I won’t let you die. No matter what your body tells you. Have I ever lied to you.”
Yes, constantly, but as far as you’re aware, I never have.
Manipulate. Cut him off from outside influence.
Take whatever I want.
