McGillis wonders if there are people more into the D/s subculture who would be deeply into this, just absolutely enthralled with this level of stubborn childish disobedience. There probably are. It's really too bad that McGillis isn't one of them, that his patience with these games is already running thin.
There's another long pause here, as he considers his course of action. Entering a 'did not' 'did too' feedback circle is about the least sexy thing he can imagine, so...
He's going to let go completely now, but only so his next order can be easily obeyed: ]
It doesn't suit you to try and be sneaky about your disobedience, Izou. If you're going to strike back, do it brazenly... On the bed. Now.
[Sneaky is... a generous word to use. Even Izou knows that. He really had no idea how he expected McGillis to react, but it wasn't this. On the bed!! If he was less horny, it would occur to him that there could be further torment to be done to him on the bed, but, well. Horny brain just clocks this as a win. Somehow??? He got away with it!!?? Yay!!!
He's hopping to his feet without a second thought, and stepping out of his hakama as he dutifully complies. A small part of his brain suggests he should try to spread his body on the bed alluringly, but McGillis doesn't need to be further seduced, so he just flops onto his back comfortably. He'd never admit it, but the novelty of how comfortable modern beds are still hasn't worn off for him. Some new things are stupid, but this one he's a big fan of.]
If ya want me to be brazen, come over here and find out how sharp my fangs are.
[ McGillis uses the brief moment of interlude to grab some lubricant from the drawer and place it a little more conveniently on the nightstand. They may have put the matter of condoms aside permanently while back in Sunset City, but there's no reason to abandon the actual conveniences of modern life alongside them.
He then undoes his belt and climbs onto the bed, to claim his rightful spot looming above Izou. He probably should think up some further patience games to rile him up and torture him a little, but... ]
Only below the collar-line, remember?
[ Yeah no, he wants to feel those fangs digging into him. He wants to be wanted, all-encompassingly, no matter how that talk with Ryouma went. It's funny - he never took himself for someone who is into pain. That's dangerous territory, often with bad memories attached. But as long as it's teeth and nails, there's an addictive quality to it. It's not calculated, pure instinct and full affections.
It's the faint sting of those wounds that makes sex with Izou feel more than merely mechanical. ]
I really made this to easy on you...
[ Said while running his right hand reverently down the side of Izou's body, which surely makes it very convincing. ]
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McGillis wonders if there are people more into the D/s subculture who would be deeply into this, just absolutely enthralled with this level of stubborn childish disobedience. There probably are. It's really too bad that McGillis isn't one of them, that his patience with these games is already running thin.
There's another long pause here, as he considers his course of action. Entering a 'did not' 'did too' feedback circle is about the least sexy thing he can imagine, so...
He's going to let go completely now, but only so his next order can be easily obeyed: ]
It doesn't suit you to try and be sneaky about your disobedience, Izou. If you're going to strike back, do it brazenly... On the bed. Now.
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He's hopping to his feet without a second thought, and stepping out of his hakama as he dutifully complies. A small part of his brain suggests he should try to spread his body on the bed alluringly, but McGillis doesn't need to be further seduced, so he just flops onto his back comfortably. He'd never admit it, but the novelty of how comfortable modern beds are still hasn't worn off for him. Some new things are stupid, but this one he's a big fan of.]
If ya want me to be brazen, come over here and find out how sharp my fangs are.
[Bite bite bite bite.]
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He then undoes his belt and climbs onto the bed, to claim his rightful spot looming above Izou. He probably should think up some further patience games to rile him up and torture him a little, but... ]
Only below the collar-line, remember?
[ Yeah no, he wants to feel those fangs digging into him. He wants to be wanted, all-encompassingly, no matter how that talk with Ryouma went. It's funny - he never took himself for someone who is into pain. That's dangerous territory, often with bad memories attached. But as long as it's teeth and nails, there's an addictive quality to it. It's not calculated, pure instinct and full affections.
It's the faint sting of those wounds that makes sex with Izou feel more than merely mechanical. ]
I really made this to easy on you...
[ Said while running his right hand reverently down the side of Izou's body, which surely makes it very convincing. ]