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[meowww]

Leave a fuckin' message.

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[ewwww]

I should hope not. You're especially not going to say no to the hard one I'm going to give you as soon as you get back here.

[meowww]

Oh yeah?

[ewwww]

Oh yes. You didn't think you were going to get off with a warning, did you?

[meowww]

Uh, kinda.

Where are you?

[ewwww]

At the penthouse. In bed. Alone.

[meowww]

[The door to the penthouse clicks open a moment later. The loud stomping of feet following soon after.]

Roman?

[toplieutenant]

If you're not careful, you'll end up on your knees.

[ewwww]

[Roman is at the top of the steps by the time Victor arrives. He leans there with an arm against the banister, in a silk purple robe open just enough to show off his hairy chest. One equally hairy leg pokes out of the robe.]

Up here, Victor.

[meowww]

[Victor has never seen Roman so seductive, so purposefully aimed at unraveling the few strings holding his mind together. He slowly starts up the stairs, careful not to trip over his own feet.]

Wow...boss...doll.

[meowww]

Is that supposed to discourage me or encourage?

[toplieutenant]

Your choice.

But if you're on your knees for me, Mr Zsasz, I assure you that your mouth will be far too busy to talk back.

[ewwww]

[Roman loves that look on Victor's face. Loves to know that, even after all these years, he can still control him with just a look. He backs up, smirking darkly.]

Come to Daddy. [He keeps backing up, beckoning Victor to follow as he makes his way toward the bedroom.]

[meowww]

[Victor follows, nothing more than a fish on a hook. Eyes following the soft shift of fabric as it swishes from slow movement. It’s one of the reasons Victor fought so hard to marry him.

Wanted to finally put his claim down. ]

Look so good, Daddy.

[ewwww]

[Oh, Victor. Poor, tragically stupid Victor, who forgets things as often as Roman changes underwear. Who's easily distracted by the sight of a pretty face and a prettier body.

Who has no idea what he's in for.]

I know I do. [He grins, letting Victor get just close enough that he can skim his fingers under his chin before he ducks into the bedroom.] Come get me.

[meowww]

[He is stupid and it really takes no more than a lovely face and an exceptional body. The light brush of Roman’s fingers under his chin nearly have him floating off his toes.

Stumbling, he rushes after him.]

Hey, wait up baby-

[ewwww]

[Roman giggles, light and airy, as Victor stumbles after him. He grabs Victor by the arm once he's in the room--

--then wrenches it behind his back, slams him against the wall, snatches a pair of handcuffs off the nearby end table, and locks Victor's wrists behind his back. Snarling against the back of his neck, he digs his thumbs into the spaces between the bones making up Victor's wrists.]

If you want to keep your balls tonight, you're gonna listen up, 'kay?

[meowww]

[He expects a whole different scenario. One that involves him scooping Roman up and showering his face and chest with kisses before pinning him onto the bed.

Not that he complains at the sudden manhandling. He doesn’t choke down the gasp and resulting moan as the cuffs click around his wrists. The pain that comes at the cruel press of Roman’s fingers makes him light headed.]

Yeah, yeah, okay, Roman.

[ewwww]

Good.

[Roman hauls Victor by his arms to the bed, where he deposits him bent over the mattress with his feet on the floor. There's a click, and then Victor's clothes are being cut off, Roman careful with the knife around Victor's back, but careless with it over his thighs and calves.

Once Victor is more or less naked save for some scraps and his shoes, Roman licks his lips, staring down at his back. Red and raw and angry, the RSB there is large and still healing.]

Beautiful. [He sighs it out before he can stop himself. But he quickly rights his airy demeanor and makes up for it by grabbing Victor's balls, hard and rough.] These things cause me so many fucking problems, do you know that?

[meowww]

[It's not like he can really fight Roman even if he weren't handcuffed. The adrenaline rush of the manhandling, Roman's furious voice, and the click of a switchblade all have Victor breathless and dizzy.

He doesn't fight Roman's cutting, but he does squirm every time the blade slices his skin. Maybe too, he purposefully strains himself in the direction of it to make sure the slight burn washes over him. By the time Roman grabs his balls, he's panting, hard, and biting the covers.]

Do they? I thought you liked them.

[He says it with a bit of a smile, spreading his thighs wider.]

[ewwww]

I like them when I'm the one in control of them. [He squeezes a touch harder.] Not when they're making you go all stupid in the head for every bitch with a nice rack who'll look twice at you.

[meowww]

You know they don’t mean nothin’ to me.

[A soft hiss to hide the delighted groan that threatens to break.]

Just like tits, that’s all. Don’t compare to my good-lookin’ husband. The one that’s got my mark on him.

[meowww]

I'm told, when need be, my mouth is exceptional when put to better use.

[toplieutenant]

I will certainly take that under advisement.

text; un: boomerbang

[boomerwanged]

hey babe. got my hands on some fancy as fuck jewellery, real top quality stuff. if you boys are in the market for any sparkles just lmk and i can do you a deal, easy as. seems a real shame to melt some of this down.

[meowww]

Yeah? Maybe I'm in the market for some diamond things. Roman likes those the most.