[ Oh sweet hell-- ] Yes sir. [ He found himself saying it on instinct, and his brain only caught up with the words a few seconds later. Tyrell's body language was confident, experienced, or at least Vex reacted to him as though he were.
There was always the urge to rebel, to be cheeky for punishment, but he knew better than to push those limits in the very beginning. He had to see where the line was before he could dip his toe over it. After all, he didn't want to turn Tyrell off.
So, obediently, he stepped closer. He stood, hands at his sides, unmoving as if he was awaiting inspection or the next order. ]
(sir. tyrell's lips curl up at one corner. he looks over vex's face once he's close enough, expression betraying nothing, except maybe a mild curiosity in the furrow of his brows. he lifts a hand, sets it on vex's neck, index finger at one corner of his jaw, thumb at the other. it's barely even a grip, just a touch, and he turns vex's head this way and that, as if he's examining an antique for defects. his middle finger hooks under the rim of the collar, feeling out his pulse point.
when tyrell kisses him it's with that same kind of curiosity, grip still negligible, like he's testing the waters. he hasn't done this in a long time. doesn't want to waste it. )
Do you have safe words? ( it's mumbled against vex's mouth. he's not hard, but he can feel the beginnings of it, the warm twist low in his stomach. he doesn't want to spend any more time than necessary going over the particulars. ) Tell me what I can do with you.
[ To be inspected like that was flattering in of itself, in Vex's twisted mind, but to receive a kiss afterwards was the ultimate form of approval. His pulse was racing, his heart pounding with excitement, thrilled by the prospect of meeting someone who enjoyed this type of play. And by pure chance too!
Vex's lips were warm, yielding, and mouth tasted faintly of cinnamon-mints that he habitually sucked on. His cock was quick to stir, and the fine material of his small robe did nothing to hide that fact. ]
I don't like to bleed, a little is alright but not too much. No safe word.
[ To him, they were like training wheels on a bicycle- even though they were anything but. ]
Do anything you want to me, I'm yours. Love me, hate me, humiliate me, toss me 'round, whatever pleases you.
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There was always the urge to rebel, to be cheeky for punishment, but he knew better than to push those limits in the very beginning. He had to see where the line was before he could dip his toe over it. After all, he didn't want to turn Tyrell off.
So, obediently, he stepped closer. He stood, hands at his sides, unmoving as if he was awaiting inspection or the next order. ]
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when tyrell kisses him it's with that same kind of curiosity, grip still negligible, like he's testing the waters. he hasn't done this in a long time. doesn't want to waste it. )
Do you have safe words? ( it's mumbled against vex's mouth. he's not hard, but he can feel the beginnings of it, the warm twist low in his stomach. he doesn't want to spend any more time than necessary going over the particulars. ) Tell me what I can do with you.
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Vex's lips were warm, yielding, and mouth tasted faintly of cinnamon-mints that he habitually sucked on. His cock was quick to stir, and the fine material of his small robe did nothing to hide that fact. ]
I don't like to bleed, a little is alright but not too much. No safe word.
[ To him, they were like training wheels on a bicycle- even though they were anything but. ]
Do anything you want to me, I'm yours. Love me, hate me, humiliate me, toss me 'round, whatever pleases you.