[ That 'do you' is a trap. He knows it for what it is, even as he's nodding his head, even as he bucks against the hand crawling along his stomach, groin, hardness, even as the world shadows at the edges and a laugh escapes him, dissolves into a whimper.
He does. He gets a reward. He cut Daddy, he rewrote the world for Daddy, and now there's blood seeping into his clothes and streaked across his cheek. It's on his tongue, mingling with whiskey and honey and love. He gets a reward because he was a good Puppy, and has been all night. (Mostly.)
He earned it. (He's going to suffer otherwise. He'll be aching and Daddy will drag out this visit for every moment he can until Enri loses his mind, because Enri isn't allowed to touch himself -) (Visit.) (They're visiting people.)
His breathing quickens with the thought that Sen and Rin are nearby, and can probably hear. Probably heard Daddy shouting in pain/pleasure. Heard Daddy shout Enri and not Puppy.
(They'll hear how Enri can make him come.)
His eyes fix on Daddy again, intently focused, his hand a fist around the belt, the waistband of the pants, a promise of rending.
And then Daddy clicks his tongue and the hand is gone, it's fucking gone, at his lips instead while Daddy warns him about his tone.
He stares, a faint tremor passing through him. (He stares at Daddy's tongue. He thinks about the first night, about that lip caught between Daddy's teeth, and how he left Enri burning.
For a night. For a week. For hours on a plane. For hours after.
He can't.
He can't -
There's a sound like snarling, an animal clawing itself out of a trap; a jarring motion and he isn't careful anymore. (Frantic.) His hands tear, jerk a smaller (fickle) (bloodied) god from the floor, Enri kneeling, Enri teaching a god to kneel. His fingers dug into hips until his nails leave crescent wounds where clothes have been shoved away. His hand a fist in Daddy's hair.
He forgets everything but what's needed, readies only enough for an unhindered thrust, growling yes (yes it is a way to speak to god, yes he gets a reward, yes this and yes now and yes they can fucking hear him, the whole bar can probably hear him and yes, good puppy -)
They can hear him.
They could hear Daddy shouting his name.
He's a good Puppy, he's Daddy's perfect monster, he's shouting and he hopes they're listening because his god is a good Daddy, his god is bleeding across their nice floor and Puppy gets a reward for all that blood.
(He's never shouted 'Daddy' while fucking before.)
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He does. He gets a reward. He cut Daddy, he rewrote the world for Daddy, and now there's blood seeping into his clothes and streaked across his cheek. It's on his tongue, mingling with whiskey and honey and love. He gets a reward because he was a good Puppy, and has been all night. (Mostly.)
He earned it. (He's going to suffer otherwise. He'll be aching and Daddy will drag out this visit for every moment he can until Enri loses his mind, because Enri isn't allowed to touch himself -) (Visit.) (They're visiting people.)
His breathing quickens with the thought that Sen and Rin are nearby, and can probably hear. Probably heard Daddy shouting in pain/pleasure. Heard Daddy shout Enri and not Puppy.
(They'll hear how Enri can make him come.)
His eyes fix on Daddy again, intently focused, his hand a fist around the belt, the waistband of the pants, a promise of rending.
And then Daddy clicks his tongue and the hand is gone, it's fucking gone, at his lips instead while Daddy warns him about his tone.
He stares, a faint tremor passing through him. (He stares at Daddy's tongue. He thinks about the first night, about that lip caught between Daddy's teeth, and how he left Enri burning.
For a night. For a week. For hours on a plane. For hours after.
He can't.
He can't -
There's a sound like snarling, an animal clawing itself out of a trap; a jarring motion and he isn't careful anymore. (Frantic.) His hands tear, jerk a smaller (fickle) (bloodied) god from the floor, Enri kneeling, Enri teaching a god to kneel. His fingers dug into hips until his nails leave crescent wounds where clothes have been shoved away. His hand a fist in Daddy's hair.
He forgets everything but what's needed, readies only enough for an unhindered thrust, growling yes (yes it is a way to speak to god, yes he gets a reward, yes this and yes now and yes they can fucking hear him, the whole bar can probably hear him and yes, good puppy -)
They can hear him.
They could hear Daddy shouting his name.
He's a good Puppy, he's Daddy's perfect monster, he's shouting and he hopes they're listening because his god is a good Daddy, his god is bleeding across their nice floor and Puppy gets a reward for all that blood.
(He's never shouted 'Daddy' while fucking before.)
(He shouts it now and hopes they hear.) ]