His preference is from behind, that way he doesn’t have to school his features. He can let go and give in to every emotional reaction. Not that he has many that aren’t brutal. There are no soft kisses of empathetic emotions to pull from him. His soul holds nothing but dry ice and molten magma.
“O-okay. . .” Izz surrenders fully, stretching his arms out once more. Keeping himself in the position Sinn'ous wants him in.
Completely naked, butt out and exposed to whomever lives in the cells across the Wing.Should they be in their cell and happen to look this way. It matters not to Sinn'ous.
They can look, but not touch. Never touch.
He tugs Izz’s hips off the mattresses and his boy obediently keeps his chest pressed firmly down. He has Izz on full display to him. Open and vulnerable to whatever whim strikes him.
Being prepared for this he already has lube within reach, a hand up to the overhanging shelf above his bunk brings back the bottle. The top clicks and he squeezes out a generous amount. He isn’t sure if his boy has taken cock up the ass before—he sure will be now—so prep and generosity with the lube is a must. Tearing his boy isn’t on the cards, he’s well versed in the kind of pain an injury such as that entails.
He may be a sadistic sadist of inflicting pain, but even he wouldn’t wish that on his worst enemy, much less the boy he’s trying to break down and gain trust in.
His slick fingers make quick work of slicking Izz’s entrance, lubing the way to push a finger in. But the very brush of his fingertip has his boy tensing, entire body going rigid.
“Relax,” Sinn'ous orders softly, his other hand massaging Izz’s hip to calm him.
It takes a little work, and some soft petting over delicate hipbones, but eventually he is rewarded when he manages to work a finger into the tight hole. It immediately clamps around his digit, squeezing him all the way to the knuckle. Hot heatengulfs the digit in a way that wraps his entire body in tingling sensations of heat. The slow methodical way he presses his finger in and out works to loosen the tightly contracting muscles. It’s all smooth and warm inside, and he can practically already feel it squeezing around his cock.
It’s going to be a strangling fit.
When Izz’s back arches and his ass opens further Sinn'ous knows he has Izz right where he wants him. A second finger is added encountering little resistance, he delves that finger right in to join the first. And when his prey tries to pull away, he simply grips his hip and holds him in place. Sliding and twisting and spreading his fingers inside to the echoed noises breaching Izz’s lips.
“Don’t stop. Feels good,” Izz gasps, shifting his knees, widening his legs in a way that gives Sinn'ous more access to his squirming body.
And he’s lost for it, he needs in now. Right the fuck now.
He pops his fingers free, shuffling his knees in closer to line his body up to his target. Closing the gap between them, he lubes his cock real fast. Wasting no time to get it slick for what comes next.
“Fuck. . .” Izz breathes out, his body undulating like a stretching cat in heat. His boy is so ready for this, the panting need is written in every sharp exhale and every visible twitch of muscles in his thighs.
Absolutely nothing will stop Sinn'ous from taking everything this boy has on offer. Absolutely nothing. He is not leaving this bunk until he has left his mark inside Izz.
Yes, Sinn'ous is aware he should be wrapping up, but fuck that. This boy is his and his alone. He will be taking him bare. Marking him.
Satan gave me this boy for a reason.
And he will not tarnish this experience by coating it in latex.
He spreads the pert asscheeks, nudging the head of his engorged cock on the winking hole. Ready to takeeverything.
And by Satan if it isn’t the tightest entrance he has ever been inside, the mushroom head pops past the first ring and it’s like an eruption in his cock. So intense he half thought he came from it. But no, he is still hard as granite and in need of relief.
Sinn'ous spreads Izz’s cheeks wide to watch his cock sink deeper into the willing body. An inferno of heat constricting him to the point of pain, it teeters right on the edge. He’s not usually one to go for pain—the receiving end of pain that is—but this, this type of pain he can lie down and submit to.
“You alright.” Sinn'ous chokes out, eyeing the way Izz has a white-knuckle grip on the sheets.
“It burns. Can you—can you give me a minute?”
“Take your time. Relax. You’re doing exceptionally,” Sinn'ous flexes, shifting his position, which results in pushing him a little further in. He’s not even halfway inside and his boy’s body has broken out into a cold sweat. The way he’s trying to expel Sinn'ous’s cock from his anal canalonly serves to suck more of it in.
Satan, give me strength.
How easy it would be to shove a hand between Izz’s shoulder blades, pin him down and fuck straight into him. It wouldn’t even be a challenge to take what he wants. Absolutely nothing his boy could do would stop him. He wouldn’t stand a chance against Sinn'ous’s strength.
Izz rocks forward to escape, to prevent Sinn'ous sinking deeper—but Sinn'ous just tightens the grip he has on Izz’s hips, locking him in place. His ass muscles are contracting and fluttering in a way that has Sinn'ous biting back a moan.
“You’re taking me so well,” Sinn'ous praises. His cock is being compressed so tightly he may lose circulation in it if he’s not careful.
