“No.” The word is clipped. And he regrets walking over here.
Why did he come here?
“He know you worship the devil?” At Sinn'ous’s silence Rogers whistles. “Lot of secrets you’re holding back there. You might want to tell him, before someone else does.”
His eyes flash immediately to Rogers, scanning if that was a threat.
The guard’s hands go up. In the universal sign of surrender. “Don’t look at me, I don’t have a death wish, my lips are sealed. But others’ might not be.”
Teeth gritting to the point of pain, Sinn'ous takes his gaze back to Izz. Choosing to stand in the shadows and not wade into the deep end of this conversation and the outcomes it may have, should he choose to do something about this.
“I just need a little more time.”
“Time for what?”
“To break him down. So he won’t run when he finds out.”
Rogers hums in something that could be agreement or weary concern. Either way, Sinn'ous pays it no mind. Locking his thoughts off and shutting off his mind. Clearing it of everything but the sight of Izz smiling warmly at something his sister said.
53
SINN'OUS
Forcing someone to your will is easy, all you have to do is put them in their place by showing them who is in control. This is helped along by giving them a false sense of security and control. If they think it’s their idea they are more likely to go along with it.
It helps when the one you want to control is naturally submissive. It’s not impossible to break someone down who is on the domineering side, anyone can be broken with the right tools and enough time. Thankfully he doesn’t need this for Izz. His boy seems to be the equivalent of an easy mark. Pliant, and oh, so easy to form into the shape best suited for Sinn'ous’s needs.
He’s discovered over the weeks that the best way to handle any sparks of uncertainty is to apply physical touch. Caressing over his boy’s body sends shudders throughout, and works to fog Izz’s mind and link it to his own.
He is in the middle of testing this theory and blowing it wide open. Pressed into Izz’s back, in the shower’s corner, of a lightly packed room. Using soaped hands to drag moans from his boy that he is visibly trying to suppress and failing at.
The warmth in the water may as well be an ice bath, compared to the heat radiating out of them. A combined combination of panted breath and slicked skin rubbing together.
He’s kept Izz’s head turned to the corner, using his body to block out any view of the room. Distracting Izz enough to forget where they are and why he tried to protest in the beginning of their little soapy adventure.
Every time he fucks Izz it breaks his resistance further. To the point where he is nipping over Izz’s neck in the showers, in full view of anyone daring enough not to mind their own business.
His boy is rocking back into him. Hands in tight fists against the tiled wall. Body inches from pressing flat to it. And not a single word of protest coming out, even when Sinn'ous grinds his hips into Izz.
Hard cock sliding between Izz’s thighs, the tight squeeze becoming tighter still. His boy is pressing his thighs together to give Sinn'ous the friction he needs while he fucks them. He hasn’t yet reached the point where he can penetrate Izz out in the open like this.
He’s working up to it.
Sinn'ous bites into Izz’s neck, hard enough to draw blood, slapping a hand over his boy’s mouth to muffle the resulting cry. It had been way too easy to convince Izz that he needs to have blood to get off. So naive.
So trusting.
Giving him a safe word to make him believe he has any semblance of control here.
Sinn'ous is the only one in control. He calls the shots and he will be taking everything from Izz.
Izz’s eyes are pinched closed, and it pulls a bloody smile from Sinn'ous.
So obedient.
His hips continue their thrusting, sliding in and out of slicked thighs, causing a tantalising friction which reaches his toes. Tingling through his arms and into the pads of his fingertips.
Digging his fingers into Izz’s hips to the point of bruising. He places new marks to add to the smattering of bruises already covering his boy’s body. The vast majority situated around his throat, hips, and thighs. Leaving nothing to the imagination to know how they got there.
