Chapter 61
SINN'OUS
Convincing Izz to stay the night had gone about the way Sinn'ous expected. He’d simply told Izz he was to stay and the boy had perched on the bunk and done as he was told. Fucking Izz into the mattress for half the night had also gone the way he planned.
The way his boy gives in, the way he obeys. It’s everything Sinn'ous could have hoped for.
And now it’s time to throw down the glove, and hand plant some seeds where they will grow, no matter what happens. Once planted they cannot be undone.
The cell would be cold if it isn’t for the warm body pressed up against his side. The thin sheet covering their naked forms reeks of sex. And they will be adding to it.
Sinn'ous rearranges their bodies so he is tucked between Izz’s legs, and he is on his back exposed to whatever Sinn'ous wants to do to him. And that comes in the form of an asked request, that isn’t a request.
A hand over Izz’s mouth will keep him silent in the early hours, A-Wing is only just beginning to stir. The noises are changing from snores to rising chatter, and sounds of men preparing for a new day behind bars.
Sinn'ous presses his palm down tight, it causes sleep deprived eyes to flutter open. He pays no mind to the mumbled words, leaning in he clamps his teeth over the pliant flesh above a reasonably defined pec. And bites down hard. When his boy starts thrashing, he sinks his body weight onto him to pin him still. He doesn’t let up until he tastes the tang of coppery blood in his mouth.
And even then, all he does is remove his teeth, and lick over the wound, lapping at the continued trickle of blood.
Sinn'ous makes a noise of approval in the back of his throat, lifting his head to look into red tinted eyes, a trail of tears leaking from each corner.
“You don’t mind that I marked you, do you?” he phrases this one more along the lines of a question. It has to come across as a choice, give the illusion of control, to pacify him into believing this is his idea.
The hesitant nod is a start, but he needs it to be a vigorous agreement with no hesitation. Still, it’s progress on the right path.
“I have something I need from you.” He pauses long enough to allow Izz to nod.
“I want you to take my cock down this pretty little throat,” he strokes his hand over Izz’s pulse point, trailing his fingertips up to his jaw, his other hand still holding Izz’s mouth hostage.
It’s been a handful of days since he first fucked Izz’s throat and he has done it at least once a day since then.
“But this won’t be like the other times.
No. This time you will hold my cock all the way down your throat, and you won’t take it out.
Not until you pass out. I want to cum deep in your stomach as your eyes roll back in your head.
I want to feel you slump on my cock as I take my release. ”
Sinn'ous removes his hand and cuts off any reply by his own lips, planting a desperate hungry kiss on Izz. And his boy returns the lip lock in full body enthusiasm. Tongue chasing tongue.
Until it’s broken, and Sinn'ous allows Izz to pull away. “I don’t think—I mean. Wouldn’t that be dangerous? Couldn’t I die?”
“I do not give you permission to die, I won’t allow it.”
Izz’s lips quirk into a small smile. “You know you can’t prevent that, what if I got hit by a car?”
Sinn'ous narrows his eyes, but keeps his expression light and playful. Hiding his true intentions where Izz will not see. “Do you see a car in here.”
Izz snorts a laugh, then sombres. “But with all seriousness, I don’t think that’s something I can handle. I think that might be one of my red limits.”
Sometimes, in moments like these, Sinn'ous regrets sharing so much about the kink world with Izz. And then he remembers he did it to push his boy into accepting Sinn'ous’s darker urges, and not saying ‘no’ strictly based on some made-up social etiquette.
He won’t push the issue now. He has planted the seed, next he has to nurture and grow it. He’ll give it a week until he has Izz right where he wants him. Accepting his place.
All he has to do is show Izz that it’s not scary. A few small nudges in the right direction here and there. And same as the time he cut Izz to thrust him into knife-play, he will find a way to have what he wants.
A little manipulation to gather consent never hurt anyone.