You're quite impatient, Father. Has no one ever cautioned you against it?
[ kuya catches olivine's jaw within the splayed fingers of one hand, claws sharp to bite in -- ever-so-delicate -- at the supple flesh of his cheeks. he angles olivine's face down in his grip, forcing him to watch as kuya reclaims the pipe and sucks in another chest full of smoke. it drifts in misty curls between them when kuya deigns, at last, to tilt his own head up, and evenly meets olivine's waiting gaze while he speaks low and smooth: ]
I fear I shall have to teach you patience the hard way, dear Olivine. But that's a lesson for another day. For now, I need you to open your ears and listen to what I say. This is quite important, and I'll be very cross if you disobey me.
I've decided that you'll be my toy. I'm going to play with you, and I confess that I'm not always gentle with my playthings. I may do things you find unpleasant. I may do things that hurt you. It's the nature of this manner of fun.
[ kuya's index finger drifts up olivine's chin, claw coming to rest against the plush rise of the priest's lower lip. ]
I won't stop for no. If that's a manner of fantasy you wish to indulge in, I want you to have the freedom to do so. So you can scream. You can weep. You can beg me to stop. And I'll laugh as you writhe.
If you truly need me to stop, you must say moon fruit. Not no, or stop, or mercy. Moon fruit. Do you understand, Olivine? Be a good boy and tell me what you'll say if you need me to stop.
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[ kuya catches olivine's jaw within the splayed fingers of one hand, claws sharp to bite in -- ever-so-delicate -- at the supple flesh of his cheeks. he angles olivine's face down in his grip, forcing him to watch as kuya reclaims the pipe and sucks in another chest full of smoke. it drifts in misty curls between them when kuya deigns, at last, to tilt his own head up, and evenly meets olivine's waiting gaze while he speaks low and smooth: ]
I fear I shall have to teach you patience the hard way, dear Olivine. But that's a lesson for another day. For now, I need you to open your ears and listen to what I say. This is quite important, and I'll be very cross if you disobey me.
[ his fingers shift, claws dragging slow beneath olivine's chin. ]
I've decided that you'll be my toy. I'm going to play with you, and I confess that I'm not always gentle with my playthings. I may do things you find unpleasant. I may do things that hurt you. It's the nature of this manner of fun.
[ kuya's index finger drifts up olivine's chin, claw coming to rest against the plush rise of the priest's lower lip. ]
I won't stop for no. If that's a manner of fantasy you wish to indulge in, I want you to have the freedom to do so. So you can scream. You can weep. You can beg me to stop. And I'll laugh as you writhe.
If you truly need me to stop, you must say moon fruit. Not no, or stop, or mercy. Moon fruit. Do you understand, Olivine? Be a good boy and tell me what you'll say if you need me to stop.