[ The softest snort, his eyes dark. Ordinarily, Yuri would be all for having the tables turned on him, but right now? Not so much.
The zipper dragging down, slow and deliberate, is very audible in this brief silence.
Husky: ]
It's so cute that you're pretending 'words alone' was ever on the table.
[ Hand inside Rosen's pants, cupping him. Squeezing, ever so gently, because not everyone's into pain. ]
This isn't about forgiveness. [ Stroooke. ] It's about gratitude. [ Purred: ] You've been so good for me today, Roz. I just wanna give you what you've earned.
[ Sliding. Down. Onto his knees, but his stare — dark and intent on Rosen's face — never falters. The smirk on his face never falters. ]
There are a couple rules, though. [ Because he thinks you'll like having rules. Call him crazy. ] No hair-pulling. No fucking my throat. In fact: I'd really like it if you could keep yourself still. I bet you can. A big, strong man like you...
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The zipper dragging down, slow and deliberate, is very audible in this brief silence.
Husky: ]
It's so cute that you're pretending 'words alone' was ever on the table.
[ Hand inside Rosen's pants, cupping him. Squeezing, ever so gently, because not everyone's into pain. ]
This isn't about forgiveness. [ Stroooke. ] It's about gratitude. [ Purred: ] You've been so good for me today, Roz. I just wanna give you what you've earned.
[ Sliding. Down. Onto his knees, but his stare — dark and intent on Rosen's face — never falters. The smirk on his face never falters. ]
There are a couple rules, though. [ Because he thinks you'll like having rules. Call him crazy. ] No hair-pulling. No fucking my throat. In fact: I'd really like it if you could keep yourself still. I bet you can. A big, strong man like you...