[He almost hadn't expected Royce to come back for him.
Almost.
Even if he didn't, there were other's who would. And so he couldn't quite keep that smug smirk off of his features, even as he was being dragged away into a cold, dark room and left in cuffs. 'Figure out what to do about your breathe while you're at it." The door had paused in it's closing, and the figure had sneered at him, muttering some warning about how they knew exactly how to handle people like him.
And then he'd been left to stew and curse Royce's name and do little else but contemplate interesting means of pay back for the entirety of the following hour.
Still, there's a certain level of relief when that door opens and it's Royce instead of those who had brought him here, even if he does let out a rather annoyed sound at those fingers in his hair, despite whatever affection may lie behind the action.]
Took you long enough. [But there was no real heat behind the words, considering Royce didn't have to come back for him at all.
And for a moment, he almost wishes he hadn't, because there's a sharp, icy circle of metal still attached to one of his wrist and he's been led around with it like a dog on a leash. Even once they've reached the safe house, some unassuming house that no one was likely to suspect.
He wanted to complain, to protest, until he was being shoved harshly upon the bed and the other handcuff was being attached to the post and Royce's lips are over his and every other thought disappears.]
Go ahead. [It's almost challenging. Almost. Because he knows Royce wouldn't actually do it, despite whatever threats he may so easily hand out. Not when he's in his lap and his hand is over his heart and he can feel how wildly it's meeting entirely for him.]
[ Royce likes the control of it. Likes feeling the effect he's got on Cloud, with something as physical as a heartbeat. Royce isn't a touchy person and he's very particular about who he allows to touch him, how they touch him. Cloud has earned this. The trust, the permission to put his hands on Royce whenever he'd like to. Royce wouldn't call it an honor, because he doesn't think that highly of himself, but it is a special sort of thing. This, right here? This is not something he allows a lot of people to do.
Royce slides his hand up, resting it against the side of Cloud's neck instead. He feels for Cloud's pulse idly, almost like he's reminding himself, and then presses closer, stealing another kiss. ]
I should. But I won't. [ Royce murmurs, shifting in Cloud's lap again. This time it's more of a grind - Royce is confident, tonight, still buzzing after managing to clear an entire gang out of their own hideout, managing to actually get some measure of control over Cloud. Makes him a little smug, a little cocky, and more willing to take control, here. ] Too selfish for that.
[It was strange, allowing himself to be placed into such a vulnerable position, yet feeling no fear, no desperate clawing desire to attempt to free himself.
In fact, there was something almost thrilling about knowing he was trapped, about knowing he was entirely at Royce's mercy.
That willing surrender, that trust, that loyalty, was a precious gift that had been hard won. No one else that had come before had been capable of earning it so completely, so fully. No one else had ever come close.
Sparks of electric light dance across his skin, sending shivers running along the length of his spine at the movement of hips, at that press of fingers, mixing with buzzing adrenaline, a leftover side effect from the previous events.]
Gonna teach me a lesson instead? [Another challenge, free hand lifting, searching, coming to rest on the curve of Royce's hip and squeezing. Sure, the other man likely had a plan of some sort - he always did - but a little bit of goading couldn't possibly hurt.
Well, it could very hurt Cloud, but it was a risk he was more than willing to take.]
I'd planned on it, yes. [ Royce says softer, voice dropping. It's the tone he takes when he's looking to frighten, when he's sharp and dangerous. It's almost the same here, but the heat underneath it makes it less terrifying. Makes it more a promise, makes it just so that Cloud knows Royce is serious. And when he gets serious like this, he doesn't stop until he's achieved his goal.
Royce moves slightly to have room to get Cloud out of his shirt. Might be difficult with Cloud attached to the headboard, but he doesn't much care. He's still learning how to do this, still figuring out what he can do to make his touch feel good rather than hurt, but he thinks he's gotten the hang of it so far. He traces his fingers down Cloud's chest, leaning to press his lips to Cloud's jaw - and of course, he bites, nips at the skin along Cloud's neck, intent on leaving marks.
His. Cloud is his, and he's going to make sure that's apparent. ]
[Heat flares across pale skin, pooling within the pit of his stomach and radiating outwards. There was something thrilling about having that look turned on him, about the promise he saw clearly contained within it, the seriousness, the intent. Anyone else may wilted beneath it, may have given into the fear it could incite. Cloud rose to it, longed for it.
Something claws it's way upwards, something deep and feral and sharp teeth have to sink into the tender flesh of his bottom lip to stop the sound from releasing, not quite content on giving Royce the satisfaction just yet. Those marks will be remain for days to come, stark purples and reds and blues, symbols that he was off limits, that he had already been claimed, that he belonged entirely to another.
Bright eyes flutter closed, back arching slightly at each other, little signs that he's enjoying what's being given. Fingers tighten in their grip, slipping downwards along a slender thigh, testing the limits of just how much he's going to be allowed to get away with.]
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Sounds good to me
Almost.
Even if he didn't, there were other's who would. And so he couldn't quite keep that smug smirk off of his features, even as he was being dragged away into a cold, dark room and left in cuffs. 'Figure out what to do about your breathe while you're at it." The door had paused in it's closing, and the figure had sneered at him, muttering some warning about how they knew exactly how to handle people like him.
And then he'd been left to stew and curse Royce's name and do little else but contemplate interesting means of pay back for the entirety of the following hour.
Still, there's a certain level of relief when that door opens and it's Royce instead of those who had brought him here, even if he does let out a rather annoyed sound at those fingers in his hair, despite whatever affection may lie behind the action.]
Took you long enough. [But there was no real heat behind the words, considering Royce didn't have to come back for him at all.
And for a moment, he almost wishes he hadn't, because there's a sharp, icy circle of metal still attached to one of his wrist and he's been led around with it like a dog on a leash. Even once they've reached the safe house, some unassuming house that no one was likely to suspect.
He wanted to complain, to protest, until he was being shoved harshly upon the bed and the other handcuff was being attached to the post and Royce's lips are over his and every other thought disappears.]
Go ahead. [It's almost challenging. Almost. Because he knows Royce wouldn't actually do it, despite whatever threats he may so easily hand out. Not when he's in his lap and his hand is over his heart and he can feel how wildly it's meeting entirely for him.]
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Royce slides his hand up, resting it against the side of Cloud's neck instead. He feels for Cloud's pulse idly, almost like he's reminding himself, and then presses closer, stealing another kiss. ]
I should. But I won't. [ Royce murmurs, shifting in Cloud's lap again. This time it's more of a grind - Royce is confident, tonight, still buzzing after managing to clear an entire gang out of their own hideout, managing to actually get some measure of control over Cloud. Makes him a little smug, a little cocky, and more willing to take control, here. ] Too selfish for that.
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In fact, there was something almost thrilling about knowing he was trapped, about knowing he was entirely at Royce's mercy.
That willing surrender, that trust, that loyalty, was a precious gift that had been hard won. No one else that had come before had been capable of earning it so completely, so fully. No one else had ever come close.
Sparks of electric light dance across his skin, sending shivers running along the length of his spine at the movement of hips, at that press of fingers, mixing with buzzing adrenaline, a leftover side effect from the previous events.]
Gonna teach me a lesson instead? [Another challenge, free hand lifting, searching, coming to rest on the curve of Royce's hip and squeezing. Sure, the other man likely had a plan of some sort - he always did - but a little bit of goading couldn't possibly hurt.
Well, it could very hurt Cloud, but it was a risk he was more than willing to take.]
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Royce moves slightly to have room to get Cloud out of his shirt. Might be difficult with Cloud attached to the headboard, but he doesn't much care. He's still learning how to do this, still figuring out what he can do to make his touch feel good rather than hurt, but he thinks he's gotten the hang of it so far. He traces his fingers down Cloud's chest, leaning to press his lips to Cloud's jaw - and of course, he bites, nips at the skin along Cloud's neck, intent on leaving marks.
His. Cloud is his, and he's going to make sure that's apparent. ]
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Something claws it's way upwards, something deep and feral and sharp teeth have to sink into the tender flesh of his bottom lip to stop the sound from releasing, not quite content on giving Royce the satisfaction just yet. Those marks will be remain for days to come, stark purples and reds and blues, symbols that he was off limits, that he had already been claimed, that he belonged entirely to another.
Bright eyes flutter closed, back arching slightly at each other, little signs that he's enjoying what's being given. Fingers tighten in their grip, slipping downwards along a slender thigh, testing the limits of just how much he's going to be allowed to get away with.]