( oh, he's young. sweet cocksucking mouth around danny's thumb, those little human canines gnawing a red ring into his skin to match the rings tattoed in black already there, he looks young even for danny, a tender cut, a premium slice of veal. but he doesn't flinch or choke at the knife or danny's implicit suggestion, holds his flaying stare like he wants to flay him right back for no reason, really, just for fun, because he can.
that's interesting. that's promising. his thumb fishhooks his bottom teeth, prying his mouth wide for danny to lick inside and say, softly — ) Good boy.
( under the bright pulse of stage lights, danny crowds marcus' space. the rubean hosting this specific demonstration prattles on in the background, going over rules and expectations, but it's all white noise as danny's hands skim marcus' shoulders and biceps, his little waist, his bony hips, then anchors him by the ass, humps hips and cock into him roughly. )
Except you ain't a good boy, are you?
( a good boy wouldn't have walked onto this stage with him. good boys don't have eyes like marcus' eyes.
the bone knife slithers from his sheath with a rattlesnake hiss. it's in the shape of a karambit or a cat's claw, viciously edged. the blade shaves razor burn along the slope of marcus' throat, tip pricking beneath his chin, angling his head back for danny's mouth and tongue to leisurely suck on his adam's apple. marcus' pulse throbs between his teeth. fuck, what a little whore. danny wants to fuck(ing chew on) him, fuck him stupid, fuck him full.
he flips the knife and offers it to him hilt-first. )
no subject
that's interesting. that's promising. his thumb fishhooks his bottom teeth, prying his mouth wide for danny to lick inside and say, softly — ) Good boy.
( under the bright pulse of stage lights, danny crowds marcus' space. the rubean hosting this specific demonstration prattles on in the background, going over rules and expectations, but it's all white noise as danny's hands skim marcus' shoulders and biceps, his little waist, his bony hips, then anchors him by the ass, humps hips and cock into him roughly. )
Except you ain't a good boy, are you?
( a good boy wouldn't have walked onto this stage with him. good boys don't have eyes like marcus' eyes.
the bone knife slithers from his sheath with a rattlesnake hiss. it's in the shape of a karambit or a cat's claw, viciously edged. the blade shaves razor burn along the slope of marcus' throat, tip pricking beneath his chin, angling his head back for danny's mouth and tongue to leisurely suck on his adam's apple. marcus' pulse throbs between his teeth. fuck, what a little whore. danny wants to fuck(ing chew on) him, fuck him stupid, fuck him full.
he flips the knife and offers it to him hilt-first. )
Show me.
( prove it. )