'Mmhmmm,' he murmurs, a smugly wordless, Oh, you don't have to call me God.
Unthank can see it in Johnny's eyes, the too-late realisation of a man who's just signed a contract and not read the fine print, and there is something uniquely piquant about that. It's all well and good to force a man into something against his will, but to lead him there, to make him want his own undoing until the moment he's left scattered and ruined, that is a most particular pleasure. Of course, Johnny Truant is already more than half scattered and ruined, but even so. It's the little moments.
He keeps firm his grip on Johnny's nipple, slowly, slowly increasing the pressure, digging in with his thumbnail through the thin fabric of Johnny's t-shirt. A sharp pain, he knows, but the persistence of it will eventually make it seem not a focussed sensation, not limited to the flesh between his fingers but felt in a hot, numb throb all around it.
Craning down to put his mouth right next to Johnny's ear, he gives a little tug to his nipple to draw him closer. 'Now,' he murmurs, 'why don't you tell me about that fascinating thing I rescued you from?'
He punctuates his request, very deliberately, with a single soft, bristly kiss under Johnny's ear, wet with tongue and suction. Like he's sampling him to see if the taste is to his fancy.
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Unthank can see it in Johnny's eyes, the too-late realisation of a man who's just signed a contract and not read the fine print, and there is something uniquely piquant about that. It's all well and good to force a man into something against his will, but to lead him there, to make him want his own undoing until the moment he's left scattered and ruined, that is a most particular pleasure. Of course, Johnny Truant is already more than half scattered and ruined, but even so. It's the little moments.
He keeps firm his grip on Johnny's nipple, slowly, slowly increasing the pressure, digging in with his thumbnail through the thin fabric of Johnny's t-shirt. A sharp pain, he knows, but the persistence of it will eventually make it seem not a focussed sensation, not limited to the flesh between his fingers but felt in a hot, numb throb all around it.
Craning down to put his mouth right next to Johnny's ear, he gives a little tug to his nipple to draw him closer. 'Now,' he murmurs, 'why don't you tell me about that fascinating thing I rescued you from?'
He punctuates his request, very deliberately, with a single soft, bristly kiss under Johnny's ear, wet with tongue and suction. Like he's sampling him to see if the taste is to his fancy.