Chapter 53
SINN'OUS
Forcing someone to your will is easy, all you have to do is put them in their place by showing them who is in control. This is helped along by giving them a false sense of security and control. If they think it’s their idea they are more likely to go along with it.
It helps when the one you want to control is naturally submissive.
It’s not impossible to break someone down who is on the domineering side, anyone can be broken with the right tools and enough time.
Thankfully he doesn’t need this for Izz.
His boy seems to be the equivalent of an easy mark.
Pliant, and oh, so easy to form into the shape best suited for Sinn'ous’s needs.
He’s discovered over the weeks that the best way to handle any sparks of uncertainty is to apply physical touch. Caressing over his boy’s body sends shudders throughout, and works to fog Izz’s mind and link it to his own.
He is in the middle of testing this theory and blowing it wide open. Pressed into Izz’s back, in the shower’s corner, of a lightly packed room. Using soaped hands to drag moans from his boy that he is visibly trying to suppress and failing at.
The warmth in the water may as well be an ice bath, compared to the heat radiating out of them. A combined combination of panted breath and slicked skin rubbing together.
He’s kept Izz’s head turned to the corner, using his body to block out any view of the room. Distracting Izz enough to forget where they are and why he tried to protest in the beginning of their little soapy adventure.
Every time he fucks Izz it breaks his resistance further. To the point where he is nipping over Izz’s neck in the showers, in full view of anyone daring enough not to mind their own business.
His boy is rocking back into him. Hands in tight fists against the tiled wall. Body inches from pressing flat to it. And not a single word of protest coming out, even when Sinn'ous grinds his hips into Izz.
Hard cock sliding between Izz’s thighs, the tight squeeze becoming tighter still. His boy is pressing his thighs together to give Sinn'ous the friction he needs while he fucks them. He hasn’t yet reached the point where he can penetrate Izz out in the open like this.
He’s working up to it.
Sinn'ous bites into Izz’s neck, hard enough to draw blood, slapping a hand over his boy’s mouth to muffle the resulting cry. It had been way too easy to convince Izz that he needs to have blood to get off. So naive.
So trusting.
Giving him a safe word to make him believe he has any semblance of control here.
Sinn'ous is the only one in control. He calls the shots and he will be taking everything from Izz.
Izz’s eyes are pinched closed, and it pulls a bloody smile from Sinn'ous.
So obedient.
His hips continue their thrusting, sliding in and out of slicked thighs, causing a tantalising friction which reaches his toes. Tingling through his arms and into the pads of his fingertips.
Digging his fingers into Izz’s hips to the point of bruising. He places new marks to add to the smattering of bruises already covering his boy’s body. The vast majority situated around his throat, hips, and thighs. Leaving nothing to the imagination to know how they got there.
He curses under his breath. The rise of his orgasm racing in hard. The coppery tang in his mouth only adding to every other sensation crashing over him.
Close. Almost there.
His hips stutter. The rhythm lost. He tightens his hand over Izz’s mouth, returning his teeth to the same bite mark, and sinks them back in.
Sinn'ous cums on an explosive whole body shudder, growling into Izz’s neck. The strings of his cum getting lost in the water. His breath sawing in and out of his nostrils when he refuses to release his jaw. Clamped shut on his prey.
A final shudder leaves him, and he half sags onto Izz’s back. Throwing a hand out to catch his weight against the wall. He isn’t about to send them collapsing onto the cold tiled floor.
It takes until now for him to collect his wits enough to grasp how much he shouldn’t have done this here. And not because he gives a shit about others seeing. But because his back is to a room of volatile men he does not trust.
Izz’s making him do things he never would have done before. And it’s not a good thing.
He is slow to drop his hold on Izz. Allowing his boy time to lock his legs and stay standing on his own.
When Sinn'ous is satisfied he isn’t about to fall, he steps back, slicking his wet hair back from his face.
He hadn’t even noticed when it’d flattened out and gotten into his eyes.
It’s not long enough to cause any vision issues, just tickles his lashes, and causes water to drip into his eyes.
“I trust you can take care of that yourself?” Sinn'ous half slurs into Izz’s ear. His voice coming in a post orgasmic haze through a cloud of deep fog. A fog constricted in the red strands of his dyed hair in the outskirts of his vision.
He doesn’t wait for Izz to acknowledge the order that came out stupidly close to being a question when it shouldn’t be.
Fuck.
He is in way too deep.