He curses under his breath. The rise of his orgasm racing in hard. The coppery tang in his mouth only adding to every other sensation crashing over him.
Close. Almost there.
His hips stutter. The rhythm lost. He tightens his hand over Izz’s mouth, returning his teeth to the same bite mark, and sinks them back in.
Sinn'ous cums on an explosive whole body shudder, growling into Izz’s neck. The strings of his cum getting lost in the water. His breath sawing in and out of his nostrils when he refuses to release his jaw. Clamped shut on his prey.
A final shudder leaves him, and he half sags onto Izz’s back. Throwing a hand out to catch his weight against the wall. He isn’t about to send them collapsing onto the cold tiled floor.
It takes until now for him to collect his wits enough to grasp how much he shouldn’t have done this here. And not because he gives a shit about others seeing. But because his back is to a room of volatile men he does not trust.
Izz’s making him do things he never would have done before. And it’s not a good thing.
He is slow to drop his hold on Izz. Allowing his boy time to lock his legs and stay standing on his own. When Sinn'ous is satisfied he isn’t about to fall, he steps back, slicking his wet hair back from his face. He hadn’t even noticed when it’d flattened out and gotten into his eyes. It’s not long enough to cause any vision issues, just tickles his lashes, and causes water to drip into his eyes.
“I trust you can take care of that yourself?” Sinn'ous half slurs into Izz’s ear. His voice coming in a post orgasmic haze through a cloud of deep fog. A fog constricted in the red strands of his dyed hair in the outskirts of his vision.
He doesn’t wait for Izz to acknowledge the order that came out stupidly close to being a question when it shouldn’t be.
Fuck.
He is in way too deep.
54
SINN'OUS
“Sin.” Izz’s groan is intoxicating. Rich in need and touched by deep desperation, brought about by Sinn'ous straddling him and toying with his boy.
He firmly tied his boy’s hands behind his back, effectively binding him in place. His naked chest on display. Every shallow groove in his thin frame is open to Sinn'ous’s touch. His shirt is torn into strips and currently working as the binding to constrict his wrists. He could have taken a guard’s cuffs, but he’d had immense satisfaction cutting Izz’s shirt from his body and creating a rope from the strips.
They’re in his cell, being watched over by everything Satanic, including Satan himself. Because why wouldn’t Satan watch this show. Andfuckwill it be a show.
This is it. The time he’s been building up to. Not even the chill to the cell can cool his heating excitement.
“I’m going to try something new with you.” Sinn'ous dips his head, leaning down to bite at Izz’s vulnerable throat. “You’re going to have to trust me.”
His boy’s soft gasps are coupled with him squirming around in his bindings. “I do trust you. Please.” His voice is a dripping mess of arousal.
Sinn'ous pulls one of his razors from the hidden slit in the waistband of his pants at the small of his back. At the same time gripping under Izz’s chin to push his head back, and prevent him from seeing what’s about to happen.
Can’t have his boy panicking before the funs begun.
This is what he has to offer. Pain and blood.
Each ragged breath his boy exhales drives the conviction further. Fear will do that, it demands to be heightened, and Sinn'ous is all but happy to oblige.
He takes his boy’s lips in a surge of dominance, creating a distraction and planting his control. Claiming a kiss, in the cover of what he really wants to own. Devouring every inch of his plump lips, and resting the razor on his skin. Tip poised just under the ribs, the same ribs his thumb rests on, positioning the razor for the next steps in breaking his boy.
Sinking his teeth into Izz’s lips, not to the point of breaking skin, but damn close. And the way his boy reacts, whining and arching, trying to press closer. It’s very desirable. And enticing Sinn'ous to do more. Take more. Control more.
The barely perceived flick of his wrist does just that. Digging the sharp blade in, and dragging it down inch by inch. As much as he wants to watch the blood well and fall, he continues their kiss. And continues holding Izz’s jaw in place, but even so, his boy manages to dislodge their mouths to rasp out on a wisp of breath.
“What . . .”
“Relax,” Sinn'ous commands. His voice level and soothing, “you’re okay. You trust me.”
Izz acknowledges on a shaky nod. And tries to look down at the cut. It’s not hard to stop him, hand tightening on his jaw.
