Chapter 62
SINN'OUS
The end of his week-long manipulation into destroying Izz’s mental reasoning has been a bemusing journey. And today is the day he will push Izz right to the edge.
The sounds of slurping and choked gagging is thick in his cell. As is his own ragged breathing, because damn if this isn’t affecting him. The foreplay to build up to this moment.
Izz’s on his knees, hands fastened behind his back in cuffs Sinn'ous had ‘borrowed’ from a guard. It’s not like Rogers needs them right now, and Sinn'ous’s use for them far exceeds any use the guard could have for them.
He guides Izz down his cock, using the tight grip in his boy’s sweat slicked hair to drive him all the way to the base. Thrusting his hips up at the same time to fuck Izz’s throat raw. The gag he drops, and the convulsing of his throat wrenches a moan from Sinn'ous’s chest.
This isn’t the first time he’s face fucked Izz in this way. But it will be the first time he takes it to the very edge. To the point where he will feel his body succumbing to unconsciousness. And then, and only then, will Sinn'ous pull back, stopping right on the cusp.
He drives his hips up into that tight constricting heat.
Once.
Twice.
Then he shoves him all the way down and holds him there. Where he gags, then struggles, trying to shove off of the cock that’s balls deep in his throat.
No exertion is used to hold his boy down, it takes minimal effort to keep Izz there.
And the resistance only constricts the soft walls of his oesophagus around Sinn'ous’s shaft even more.
And fuck, if that doesn’t do things to him.
His balls squeeze tight, his muscles locking up in an effort not to cum.
But by Satan does he want to cum.
“Don’t resist. You’re fine.” Does he really sound that hoarse? “I’ve never hurt you. You can take this, Beautiful.”
He’s not stopping. He’s never forced Izz, but he isn’t above doing so. He’d rather him compliant. But if he needs to push to break past boundaries by Satan he will.
Sinn'ous forces himself to let Izz up. Let him breathe before the darker urges get the best of him. The moment he does Izz’s gasping like a dying man, sucking in air in hungry gulps.
Allowing two more starved grabs at oxygen, he shoves his cock back in, hitting the back of his boy’s throat, then pushing on until he is all the way down.
“Relax. Your body will panic. But I won’t let you die. No matter what your body tells you. Have I ever lied to you.”
Yes, constantly, but as far as you’re aware, I never have.
Manipulate. Cut him off from outside influence.
Take whatever I want.
Fuck, Izz’s so easy to manipulate he almost feels bad. Almost. Definitely not enough to stop.
He digs his fingers into the back of Izz’s head and drives his hips up, forcing his cock all the way down.
Over, and over, he thrust in and out. The sloppy sounds of breathless resistance is nothing compared to the rush within him.
He’s so hot he knows he’s close. So close he can touch it.
And through it all he has Izz riding the edges of consciousness.
Sinn'ous allows his boy a gasped gulp of air every other thrust. Tears are streaking down Izz’s face, shoved out the same way his oxygen is deprived. All completely out of his control.
Everything is in Sinn'ous’s control.
Satan, are you watching him? He’s so fucking exquisite.
On the back of his mind a voice whispers a warning, a lie he told that he is about to shatter. It’s out of focus, a blur he ignores.
And then it’s over. On a whole body convulsion he has Izz’s chin in his pubes, lips stretched wide over his shaft, and he’s cumming straight down his throat. Rolling his hips at each wave jetting cum from his cock.
His thighs are shaking, his hands caught in a death grip on hazelnut hair. Cock planted deep in his boy, emptying every drop of cum from his balls.
This is how he loves it. How he craves it. No safe word. No stopping. All power in his hands.
It’s when Izz’s struggles become sloppy, and his eyes roll, that Sinn'ous finally relents, loosening his hold. His boy falls back, mouth gasping, curling on his side to cough and gag some more.
That flicker of hurt and confusion flashing past bright green eyes is the telling sign Sinn'ous may have pushed him too far. Though by now he knows just how easy to fix this is. A little praise goes a long way for Izz.
“Gorgeous,” He murmurs, scooping the boy off the floor to cradle in his lap, spreading his legs to straddle his thighs. Fingers petting over his jaw and down his neck. “You did so well for me. Such a good boy.”
And just like that, colour blossoms over Izz’s cheeks. His boy buries his face into Sinn'ous’s neck to hide the reaction.
His spent cock gives a twitch, and Sinn'ous is already of the mind to do this again. But no, he will wait. This was a shove off the cliff, now he has to wait for Izz to choose to take the dive again, now that he knows there is a rope to catch him.
Thank you, Satan, for your gift. You always look out for me.
Now for the reassurance, and affirming of what they just did. Sinn'ous eases his boy back, pinching his chin in hand to hold eye contact.
“I’m always in control. You belong to me, and nothing bad will happen to you.” To hammer the coffin nail in, he calls out his boy, “and you’re hard, you liked what I did to you.”
Izz’s breath sucks in, and Sinn'ous releases his chin so Izz can look down, brows furrowing in a way that says he hadn’t known his body would react this way. Or he doesn’t like it. It’s hard to tell, there are too many conflicting emotions flittering over Izz’s face.
Rubbing a thumb over Izz’s cheek, Sinn'ous calculates more soothing words. “You won’t lose consciousness until you allow me to do so with you. I pushed you to the edge to show you you can trust in that fact.”
It takes a few seconds—long seconds—then Izz nods. “I’m not ready yet.”
From the moment he saw Izz he knew he wanted him and this just proves it. “Take your time, I can wait as long as you need.”
That voice returns, and the lie resurfaces. The one that said he could only cum when blood has been drawn. He only hopes Izz’s too out of it to see the mistake.