[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.
[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?
[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.]
[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?
[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.]
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.
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Date: 2021-09-12 02:22 am (UTC)Stumbling, he rushes after him.]
Hey, wait up baby-
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Date: 2021-09-12 02:30 am (UTC)--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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Date: 2021-09-12 02:37 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2021-09-12 02:47 am (UTC)[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?
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Date: 2021-09-12 02:56 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2021-09-12 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-09-12 04:31 am (UTC)[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.