Sinn'ous shoves his hips back, creating enough room to snake his hand between them and begin pleasuring himself. He knows it won’t take him long, he was already on a razor’s edge just from being inside Izz. This will not be a drawn-out pleasure session.
It does take every strand of willpower not to shove the unconscious heavy sleeper over, and take his ass hard and deep until he’s satisfied.
Remember you’re playing the long game, the wait will be worth it in the end.
He can either have Izz for a single fuck, or he can break into Izz’s very psyche and have him for eternity. He knows which one he’ll be choosing.
A crash of sensations is the only warning he gets. His body goes rigid, hot jets of cum spewing out to land on Izz’s exposed hip. And fuck is it hot to mark his boy in such a way. It drags a possessive growl from his chest.
It takes a long time for his soul to return to him and when it does he spends way too long examining his cum on his hand and glistening on Izz’s skin.
Washing it off is not an option. So instead of wiping Izz clean, he uses his cum streaked hand to massage the cum into his skin. Continuing to rub the red blushed skin until it has absorbed Sinn'ous’s essence. It’s nearly enough to have him cumming again, his cock even twitches to signal how ready it is. Though there isn’t enough left in him to harden again. Not so soon.
Izz mutters in his sleep and Sinn'ous pulls him back in. Tucking his boy to his chest, and pulling a sheet over the top of both their naked forms. Eyes devouring his possession in a new light, then flickering to the wall of Satanic memorabilia.
Thank you.He praises Satan. Closing his eyes and tucking his nose into his boy’s neck. Breathing deeply of the new addition to his cell. No longer his prey, but his possession.
46
SINN'OUS
Waking up to discover Izz angling his body this way and that, inspecting the bruises left behind, is mildly domestic. What one might think equals to a relationship or something equally sappy. Then the conversation to follow, and the stammered words of his boy. All clicked together into the perfect cover to seed what he will have. It had been so easy to speak the lie.
‘I’d have to draw blood from you to find my own satisfaction.’A lie that rolled off his tongue and cemented his next round of moulding his boy into whathewants. What he craves.
And right now. Backing Izz up to the cell wall, while they’re both completely naked. Prowling in to close off any attempt at escape. Not that he can escape, they are locked in a cell together.
Izz’s face drains of colour, “I . . . umm,” his eyes continuously dart to the door.
The trapped animal look is fitting, and it’s ragging up things Sinn'ous has to muscle back down. He isn’t doing this to kill Izz. This conversation is to prepare his boy for the next steps.
“Have you heard of knife-play, Gorgeous,” Sinn'ous drawls, stepping in closer. Bracing himself to fend off the darker desires he struggles with daily. Well, ‘struggles with’is a stretch. He usually gives in to them, and offers the sacrifice they demand.
His boy shakes his head, back hitting the wall, trapped chest to chest with Sinn'ous. Their faces inches apart. The panic and fear racing over his features has Sinn'ous suppressing a grin.
Satan give me strength, he’s too fucking innocent.
He wants to shatter that innocence. Crush it and remould it.
Satan, it’s good to hold this much control over another.
Sinn'ous’s lips brush over Izz’s ear, “you’ve enjoyed me biting you . . .” He emphasises his words by grazing his teeth over Izz’s neck, causing a shiver to run down his pinned body. “Well. Knife-play holds a similar pleasure . . . I promise you’ll enjoy it . . . I know you will,” Sin drawls.
Izz shudders at the tongue Sinn'ous licks over his throat. Firmly pressing his prey into the wall, allowing his size and power to bleed into this interaction.
That’s right, little doe, you belong to me. And there is nothing you can do about it.
The way his boy stands there, quaking, and visibly unnerved. Yet does nothing to fight back. It has a primal need unlocking inside him. And fuck if he isn’t going to grab the need by the balls and wring every ounce of pleasure from it.
The look in Izz changes. A shift deep inside those green irises that he would have missed if he hadn’t been staring unblinking at him.
Sinn'ous grips Izz’s jaw tightly, shoving his face upwards, exposing his throat. “Only I’ll use something slightly sharper, to mark your smooth . . .”
His other hand runs over Izz’s uncovered body. Cementing how naked and vulnerable his naive prey is.
“. . . Clear. . .”
He emphasises the word by digging his nails into his boy’s abdomen. Only slightly. Enough to leave behind red lines when he drags his hand downwards.
