Fuck, Izz’s so easy to manipulate he almost feels bad. Almost. Definitely not enough to stop.
He digs his fingers into the back of Izz’s head and drives his hips up, forcing his cock all the way down. Over, and over, he thrust in and out. The sloppy sounds of breathless resistance is nothing compared to the rush within him. He’s so hot he knows he’s close. So close he can touch it. And through it all he has Izz riding the edges of consciousness.
Sinn'ous allows his boy a gasped gulp of air every other thrust. Tears are streaking down Izz’s face, shoved out the same way his oxygen is deprived. All completely out of his control.
Everything is in Sinn'ous’s control.
Satan, are you watching him? He’s so fucking exquisite.
On the back of his mind a voice whispers a warning, a lie he told that he is about to shatter. It’s out of focus, a blur he ignores.
And then it’s over. On a whole body convulsion he has Izz’s chin in his pubes, lips stretched wide over his shaft, and he’s cumming straight down his throat. Rolling his hips at each wave jetting cum from his cock.
His thighs are shaking, his hands caught in a death grip on hazelnut hair. Cock planted deep in his boy, emptying every drop of cum from his balls.
This is how he loves it. How he craves it. No safe word. No stopping. All power in his hands.
It’s when Izz’s struggles become sloppy, and his eyes roll, that Sinn'ous finally relents, loosening his hold. His boy falls back, mouth gasping, curling on his side to cough and gag some more.
That flicker of hurt and confusion flashing past bright green eyes is the telling sign Sinn'ous may have pushed him too far. Though by now he knows just how easy to fix this is. A little praise goes a long way for Izz.
“Gorgeous,” He murmurs, scooping the boy off the floor to cradle in his lap, spreading his legs to straddle his thighs. Fingers petting over his jaw and down his neck. “You did so well for me. Such a good boy.”
And just like that, colour blossoms over Izz’s cheeks. His boy buries his face into Sinn'ous’s neck to hide the reaction.
His spent cock gives a twitch, and Sinn'ous is already of the mind to do this again. But no, he will wait. This was a shove off the cliff, now he has to wait for Izz to choose to take the dive again, now that he knows there is a rope to catch him.
Thank you, Satan, for your gift. You always look out for me.
Now for the reassurance, and affirming of what they just did. Sinn'ous eases his boy back, pinching his chin in hand to hold eye contact.
“I’m always in control. You belong to me, and nothing bad will happen to you.” To hammer the coffin nail in, he calls out his boy, “and you’re hard, you liked what I did to you.”
Izz’s breath sucks in, and Sinn'ous releases his chin so Izz can look down, brows furrowing in a way that says he hadn’t known his body would react this way. Or he doesn’t like it. It’s hard to tell, there are too many conflicting emotions flittering over Izz’s face.
Rubbing a thumb over Izz’s cheek, Sinn'ous calculates more soothing words. “You won’t lose consciousness until you allow me to do so with you. I pushed you to the edge to show youyoucan trust in that fact.”
It takes a few seconds—long seconds—then Izz nods. “I’m not ready yet.”
From the moment he saw Izz he knew he wanted him and this just proves it. “Take your time, I can wait as long as you need.”
That voice returns, and the lie resurfaces. The one that said he could only cum when blood has been drawn. He only hopes Izz’s too out of it to see the mistake.
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SINN'OUS
Sleep eluded him. Or it would have if he had tried to catch it. As it is, he dismisses the idea entirely, content to breathe in Izz’s scent and soakin his body’s warmth.
Being in Izz’s cell is a change in pace. They have done this several times in his own cell, but this is, what? The second time he has spent the night in Izz’s cell. Not the first or even the second time they’ve fucked in it. They have done that more than a dozen times. And Reni had only stepped in on them once more, when Izz was on his knees and Sinn'ous was standing above him, cock buried in his throat. Izz’s back was to the cell door, he hadn’t seen, and still doesn’t know that Reni stepped in. Watched for a very drawn-out minute, then slipped silently back out. The jealousy clear on his disapproving face.
Night slid on and with it the slow stillness to the Wing. The soft drone of snores, jangle of keys, whispered words of passing guards. All the normal nightly noises of prison. Only this time it’s coupled in the light breathing of the delicatebody in his arms.
Every ticking minute has Sinn'ous hyper aware of how close they are beneath the single sheet. His resolveis crumbling, not that he has ever had much self-restraint to begin with. He never denies his wants and needs, taking whatever it is his soulcraves. It usually consists of death in the form of sacrifices to Satan. But right now he has other preferencesplaguing his mind.
And he’s never been one to deny a good thing.
Temptation is pressed flush to him. His hands roam of their own volition. One hand still tucked under the boy’s body andcupping Izz’s crouch, the other sliding under his shirt to dragup his moderately tonedabdomen. Each valley and ridge of undefinedmuscles passes smoothly under his fingertips. He nuzzles into the side of Izz’s neck, gently nipping at his ear, and when the boy sighs and pushes back into him it takes everything in him not to shove him to his stomach and fuck him hard. The only thing holding him back is the knowledge that they’re not alone in the cell, and Izz would resist if he tried to fuck him.
