[Okay, it's pretty different, but to Roman, it feels the same. It feels just like his love being denied.]
That's not the point, Victor! The point is, the next time a woman or anyone sends you raunchy pictures, you come to me first and ask me if it's okay to keep speaking to them.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[Victor follows, nothing more than a fish on a hook. Eyes following the soft shift of fabric as it swishes from slow movement. Itβs one of the reasons Victor fought so hard to marry him.
[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.
[He is stupid and it really takes no more than a lovely face and an exceptional body. The light brush of Romanβs fingers under his chin nearly have him floating off his toes.
[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?
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[Oh yes, he's the "paranoid over your bisexual partner" kinda guy.]
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That's not the point, Victor! The point is, the next time a woman or anyone sends you raunchy pictures, you come to me first and ask me if it's okay to keep speaking to them.
[Who's the Dominant here, exactly?]
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Where are you?
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Roman?
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Up here, Victor.
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Wow...boss...doll.
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Come to Daddy. [He keeps backing up, beckoning Victor to follow as he makes his way toward the bedroom.]
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Wanted to finally put his claim down. ]
Look so good, Daddy.
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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.
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Stumbling, he rushes after him.]
Hey, wait up baby-
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--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?
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