I'll be sure to remember it when you're screaming for me to stop.
[Fenris isn't the only one that turns vicious when incensed.
Hunched like a lion over tattered scraps, one hand hooked in that collar and keeping it to cold stone, the other fanned flat across the back of Fenris' skull. His knees resting wide and comfortable like bracketry for the lithe legs they bar fully from even the mere notion of traction: all of his inhuman prowess committed to pinning mastery— all of it surrounding the shallow spurring of his drooling prick, overeager for its hunt.
When he leans forward, close to a downturned, pointed ear, all that pressure doubles.]
Beg.
[And if it weren't convincing enough, he drops his hips by depthless degrees— letting agonizingly blunt rigidity distend the little hole it teases.
A vulgar knife to a pretty, obligingly obedient throat.]
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I'll be sure to remember it when you're screaming for me to stop.
[Fenris isn't the only one that turns vicious when incensed.
Hunched like a lion over tattered scraps, one hand hooked in that collar and keeping it to cold stone, the other fanned flat across the back of Fenris' skull. His knees resting wide and comfortable like bracketry for the lithe legs they bar fully from even the mere notion of traction: all of his inhuman prowess committed to pinning mastery— all of it surrounding the shallow spurring of his drooling prick, overeager for its hunt.
When he leans forward, close to a downturned, pointed ear, all that pressure doubles.]
Beg.
[And if it weren't convincing enough, he drops his hips by depthless degrees— letting agonizingly blunt rigidity distend the little hole it teases.
A vulgar knife to a pretty, obligingly obedient throat.]
Beg for me like you beg for him.