[ He smiles, poking his tongue out from between his teeth. That's only a half-truth, and doesn't explain the blood, but he'll leave it at that. ] Here. Let me run you a bath.
[ There's the sound of taps turning by themselves from the bathroom as hot water starts to run. He could cure this hangover, and he's choosing not to, but he can still pamper Lloyd a little. ]
[ He cracks an eye open and pouts up at Flagg. He feels like hell, but it's not as if he's going to deny being pampered. When the Dark Man's attention is zeroed in like this, it's hard not to feel like the center of the universe. ]
[ No, that isn't sincere. Time to rethink your drinking habits, Lloyd. Nonetheless, he sits up and scoops Lloyd up in his arms, the tattered remains of his shirt falling onto the bed behind him as Flagg walks him to the tub.
He takes one of Lloyd's shoes off, then the other, and his pants and underwear are practically around his knees already so those just slide right off. The tub is half-full and warm plumes of steam rise from the surface of the water as Flagg sets Lloyd down in it.
He takes a moment to peek at the brand on his back. Good, it came out well. Lloyd was free to discover that on his own someday. ] How's the temperature?
[ He has learned absolutely nothing from this experience and he will undoubtedly do it again. Lloyd snakes his arms around Flagg's broad shoulders and lets him do what he will. Once he's in the water, he lets out a heavy sigh, sinking further in. Not heaven, but about as damn close to it as he can get, he figures. ]
Damn near perfect, far as I can tell.
[ He tips his head back against the edge of the tub and grins up at Flagg. ]
[ He considers it for a moment. Does he want to take a bath with needy, hungover Lloyd? Yeah, alright, it's been a while since he had one. Dirt was clinging to him in a thin layer, something he'd been too preoccupied to care about.
He takes off his jacket (still bloody, the pin shifted to a demonic grin) and drops it on the ground, then starts unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. ] I take up a lot of space, though.
[ One button, then the other, then the other. His bare chest is flawless like a marble statue, no scars or blemishes at all. ]
You sure you want me to join you?
[ He smirks, discarding the shirt as he begins to undo his belt. He's playing coy, not being polite. ]
[ He shifts in the bathtub, folding his arms over the side and resting his head on them as he watches Flagg undress with great appreciation. His eyes drag lazily from his face and down his neck to the new batches of skin being exposed. Lloyd's tongue passes over his dry lips and nods. ]
Yeah, ya sure do. [ He scoots further up the tub so Flagg has room to slide in behind him, continuing to ogle unabashedly. ]
Don't know if you'll fit, might even have to take turns.
Oh, I'll fit. [ He purrs, unzipping his jeans as he kicks off his worn boots. Fully nude he looks almost normal, save for that cock of his that is just a little too crimson at the tip.
He stretches out, tall and chiseled. A real work of art, even when he's dirty. He steps into the tub, sitting behind Lloyd. He's so tall that the water's not even up to his chest, and he has to bend his legs to fit.
But he fits. Somehow.
He drags a wet cloth over Lloyd's neck and shoulders. It's halfway between being cared for by a lover and being licked clean by a hungry wolf. Kind of nice, but with that threatening aura he can never turn off. ]
[ He giggles, pretty sure it's an innuendo. He's always taken aback at how perfect Flagg looks. Like he's been cut from insidious marble.
Once he's is in the tub, Lloyd scoots back so he can lean against him. Whatever he can get away with in the moment. He hums as he's pampered, letting his eyes close. It always feels like being the target of a predator whenever Flagg is near, that looming darkness at his back threatening to envelop him. Maybe he should be intimidated by it, but it's a comfort to him now that he knows where he stands. ]
[ Once Lloyd is scrubbed clean enough he tosses the towel to the side. It hits the floor with a wet sop, a mixture of blood and water flowing out onto the tile.
Flagg snakes an arm around Lloyd, trailing his fingers up his chest and to his collarbone, massaging it with his thumb and index finger. A low growl escapes him, a sound human vocal chords shouldn't be able to produce. Well, he never claimed to be human. He surveys the back of Lloyd's neck for a moment - shit, son, I could just eat you right up - but he leans down and kisses him instead, gently, almost softly. ]
I like havin' you up here in the penthouse. Might just keep ya for a while.
[ He pays no attention as he's being cleaned, just reveling in the feeling of being pampered. Lloyd hums in contentment as Flagg's hand explores, landing on his collarbone. That inhuman noise makes the hair on his neck stand on end and he shivers despite not being cold, unable to help the way he tenses just a bit. Waiting for the hammer to strike, though he immediately relaxes when it's a set of lips that he feels on him and not the sharp bite of teeth. ]
[ He speaks softly; he's leaned in close enough by Lloyd's ear that he doesn't need to do more than whisper.
Now that the dirt's all washed away, Flagg's hands are surprisingly soft. He trails down from Lloyd's collarbone to his navel to his hips, fingers just tracing the V line from his hips down to his crotch but never quite touches his cock, though he gets very close. ]
Who'd mind being in the lap of luxury? [ Emphasis on 'lap' as he pulls Lloyd closer towards him. He's warmer than the water, especially where Lloyd's back rubs against his crotch. ]
[ That rough voice speaks so temptingly in his ear, soft and as sweet as Flagg is ever able to be, with just an edge. It makes him shiver, though he doesn't know if it's anticipation or a bit like cornered prey. His own hand slides over one of Flagg's, leaning back against him while snaking his free hand up to thread through the short blonde hair at his nape.
He huffs out a laugh, and, biting his lip, grinds back against Flagg. ]
[ He nuzzles up against the back of Lloyd's neck, his beard brushing up against him. ]
I can always kiss it better, if you ask me real nice-like. [ He was going to make Lloyd suffer through the whole thing, but then he invited him into the bathtub and the last thing he wants to do is sit here with someone who is too sick to properly worship him. ]
[ He shivers, the coarse beard hair rubbing against his neck and hums in reply. His head still feels like it's going to split in half, but the nausea has all but disappeared. ]
Mm. Hurts like hell. [ Asking nicely is a small price to pay, and Lloyd does love the way Flagg looks when he's being given what he wants. Letting go, he twists so he can properly look at him. His hands slide to either side of Flagg's face, fingers brushing into the short hairs of his beard. ]
Please? I'll make it worth your while. [ He brushes their lips together and clicks his tongue over Flagg's lower lip. ]
[ He draws back when Lloyd's tongue hits his lips, just so he can tease a little bit longer. ] Aw, you poor dear.
[ He smiles, a flash of white teeth as he runs his fingers through Lloyd's hair before smooching him right on the lips. Warmth spreads out from the kiss and all at once the hangover is gone (along with any other aches and pains Lloyd may have been feeling).
Lloyd's his already, all his, but it still feels like taking a little part of him every time he surrenders. He's given up so much of his soul that he'll be Flagg's in this life and probably in whatever comes after it. Ain't that peachy? ]
[ Lloyd makes a frustrated noise when he pulls away but doesn't have to wait long. He closes his eyes, fingers digging in just a bit more. Warmth starts at their joined lips and seems to radiate out, though he can't tell if he's imagining it or not. Of course he isn't, he feels better almost instantly.
When he pulls away, he doesn't go far, bumping his nose against Flagg's cheek. Being so near is always so intoxicating, a high all its own, and even if it meant a small piece of himself... he can't really say that he minds. Lloyd's always more of a 'live in the moment' type of guy. ]
Ain't been better. [ To emphasize his point, he brushes his lips against Flagg's again before nipping at his lower lip. ]
[ He kisses back, rougher this time as he shoves his tongue inside Lloyd's mouth. He still tastes a little bit of blood, and of something like hickory smoke, and other things that are hard to place.
His fingertips dig into Lloyd's back and it occurs to him now that he might want to fuck him fully, to fill him up and shake him to the core. It was bound to happen eventually, and he wondered if Lloyd would hesitate. ] Do you think you can - [ He speaks in between kisses. ] - take me?
[ Whether or not this was Lloyd's first time being fucked by another man, Flagg didn't imagine he'd been with one who was quite so big. ]
Do you want to take me? [ Baby, can you dig your man? ]
[ His tongue slides against Flagg's and he moans wantonly, the taste of copper, smoke, and something unknown sitting heavily in his mouth. Lloyd's fingers settle into the short blond hair at the back of his head in a firm grip, the other hand clutching onto his shoulder for some semblance of balance.
He does give pause, but it's mostly because his thoughts stutter to a halt. Flagg is a lot. Like a lot just on presence alone. Hell, even sucking his dick makes Lloyd's jaw hurt. It's an intimidating dick. The thing is, though, there's also the shiver of anticipation thinking about it. Fuck, he doesn't know if he can, but he's not a fucking quitter, either. Besides, when it comes to Flagg, he doesn't want there to be anyone better to worship him. ]
Only one way to find out. [ He gives a brief and sharp tug on his hair. ] I want what you give me.
[ Some would say it's pathetic, really, that a being like Flagg craves the adoration of this one small human. But they better not say it to his face, because he'd take their head clean off their shoulders with one swipe.
And then he'd come right back here to soak up more adoration because he's somehow an incomprehensible force of nature and a simple egomaniac at the same time. All and nothing, Alpha and Omega. He snickers at that moment of blasphemy he shared only with himself, gripping the base of his cock in one hand as it started to hard as if on command. He'd make Lloyd stroke it a little, just so his size and girth was at the forefront of his mind, but he didn't need foreplay. When he wanted to fuck he could just fuck. ]
Why don't you put some of this on me? [ His other arm flops over the side of the tub and comes back up with a bottle of waterproof lube. ] As much as you think you need. Better to overshoot than undershoot here.
[ What he lacks in strength, Lloyd makes up for with his devotion. While it was never stated as a requirement that he worships the ground Flagg walks on, it's hard for him not to. How could he not with everything he'd been given on a platter? It's not without its work, he's an extra set of eyes and ears, he makes sure shit gets done and runs smoothly so Flagg doesn't have to. Someone less foolhardy wouldn't put so much faith in a man who needs to be worshipped.
For him, it's not a chore, it's a perk. If he's being honest with himself, the extra attention goes to his head and makes him feel a little drunk. See? Nobody worships you as much as I do. Anything they can do, I can do better.
He takes the bottle of lube from Flagg and flips the cap. Lloyd pours some into his hand, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together to test the consistency before wrapping his hand around Flagg's cock. Working the shaft, he makes sure the lube is spread before adding more. It's hard not to think about how endowed he is when that crimson head is staring Lloyd in the face. It feels like his heart skips a beat or two when he gets caught up thinking about it. He's a little unnerved by it, even if it's not his first dick. Not many can boast what Flagg can.
The second pass with lube is more thorough, and he uses his thumb to spread a generous amount over the head of his cock. He takes his eyes off his work so he can glance quickly up at Flagg's face, hoping to see him enjoying himself. ]
[ He hums, leaning back as he closes his eyes, a cheeky little smile on his face. There are days when Flagg would deny that he'd ever been human, but if there was one thing that was human about him it was the sheer gratification he got from this. Even outside of the worship and attention, he just wanted to fuck. A lot.
In a way he was at his most human like this, but it sure as fuck didn't feel that way when he was inside of you. ]
Oh, Lloyd, my dear. [ He says with his eyes still half-closed, cupping Lloyd's cheeks with his too-soft hands. ] You're so good to me. I could eat you right up.
[ He means it affectionately. Really. Though given Bobby Terry's fate that might not be a comfort, combined with the flecks of blood that still dot his teeth. It's alright, little rabbit, this wolf has other prey. ]
[ Lloyd has never been particularly moved by the great masterpieces of the world- just a bunch of old men with too much time on their hands who had the luxury to just be "artists" making sunshine vomit out their asses. This, though? Seeing the Dark Man enraptured feels like the sweetest blessing he could ever be given. Much like staring into the sun for too long, he wonders if he could go blind staring at a sight so incomprehensibly terrifying and beautiful all at once.
He would feel more insignificant in the face of someone like Flagg if he weren't confident that he was at least finding amusement in Lloyd. He's seen what happens when someone falls out of favor. He would never intentionally do it, but.. all it takes is seeing someone being eaten alive to instill a healthy fear of disobedience. Then again, there are greater things to fear about Flagg. At least he's miles away from having to worry about it. Lloyd lets his eyes flutter shut and leans into those soft, strong hands. He offers a contented hum before breaking out into a smile and giggles. ]
Won't be too useful with bits missin', you know.
[ Even though he knows he's safe at the moment, he can't help the way his heart rate speeds up at the implication, hammering almost painfully against his ribcage. Hard not to be intimidated in the face of a predator. ]
[ He keeps Lloyd's face cupped in his hands and leans in to kiss him on the forehead. ]You'd be skin and bones without me. I'm sure you can spare a bite or two.
[ With that he lets go of Lloyd's face and kisses him on the neck, with just a little bit of a bite. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for Lloyd to question whether or not his teeth are a little too sharp to be normal.
He takes some of the leftover lube and squirts it on his index and middle finger, reaching around back to tease at Lloyd's entrance. Flagg's not much of a considerate man, but he better get Lloyd a little prepared first. Relaxed. If only so he doesn't faint from shock at having Flagg so deep inside of him. ]
How's that? [ He slides one finger in, hot and yet dark in a way that sends chills up the spine. ]
Wouldn't be much more than a corpse without you. [ If Flagg hadn't shown up outside of his cell, he'd have been dead in a day or two. Just a nobody rotting away, forgotten in a jail nobody would have disturbed.
The teeth on his neck cause a wave of goosebumps and he shivers, unsure if he's imagining that they feel more like they belong to a monster than a man. Even though he's mentally prepared for the sensation, he still clenches up when Flagg's fingers first touch him. The moment passes and he bears down as he pushes a finger inside. It feels weird, unnaturally warm and erring on the side of wrong. Nothing like shame because he doesn't have much of that to speak of, but not like it's supposed to, he figures.
Lloyd wiggles, repositioning himself so he's almost draped against Flagg as he gets used to the intrusion. ]
Your hands are warm. [ Everything about him is warm, except the slant of his smile. ]
That's 'cause no one sees you like I do. [ He bumps his forehead against Lloyd's. See, Lloyd? You're still special, because he thinks you're special and worth saving and keeping around so if the rest of the world thinks you're garbage then damn the rest of the world straight to hell.
The slides a second finger in and his whole presence seems to curl around Lloyd like a warm blanket. ]
I'm warm all over, baby. Is it hot in here, or is it just me? [ He laughs. But his fingers are nothing compared to his cock, its angry head pressed against Lloyd's navel to remind him of that fact. ]
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[ He smiles, poking his tongue out from between his teeth. That's only a half-truth, and doesn't explain the blood, but he'll leave it at that. ] Here. Let me run you a bath.
[ There's the sound of taps turning by themselves from the bathroom as hot water starts to run. He could cure this hangover, and he's choosing not to, but he can still pamper Lloyd a little. ]
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Feels like my head's gonna explode.
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[ No, that isn't sincere. Time to rethink your drinking habits, Lloyd. Nonetheless, he sits up and scoops Lloyd up in his arms, the tattered remains of his shirt falling onto the bed behind him as Flagg walks him to the tub.
He takes one of Lloyd's shoes off, then the other, and his pants and underwear are practically around his knees already so those just slide right off. The tub is half-full and warm plumes of steam rise from the surface of the water as Flagg sets Lloyd down in it.
He takes a moment to peek at the brand on his back. Good, it came out well. Lloyd was free to discover that on his own someday. ] How's the temperature?
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Damn near perfect, far as I can tell.
[ He tips his head back against the edge of the tub and grins up at Flagg. ]
Plenty roomy in here.
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[ He considers it for a moment. Does he want to take a bath with needy, hungover Lloyd? Yeah, alright, it's been a while since he had one. Dirt was clinging to him in a thin layer, something he'd been too preoccupied to care about.
He takes off his jacket (still bloody, the pin shifted to a demonic grin) and drops it on the ground, then starts unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. ] I take up a lot of space, though.
[ One button, then the other, then the other. His bare chest is flawless like a marble statue, no scars or blemishes at all. ]
You sure you want me to join you?
[ He smirks, discarding the shirt as he begins to undo his belt. He's playing coy, not being polite. ]
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Yeah, ya sure do. [ He scoots further up the tub so Flagg has room to slide in behind him, continuing to ogle unabashedly. ]
Don't know if you'll fit, might even have to take turns.
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He stretches out, tall and chiseled. A real work of art, even when he's dirty. He steps into the tub, sitting behind Lloyd. He's so tall that the water's not even up to his chest, and he has to bend his legs to fit.
But he fits. Somehow.
He drags a wet cloth over Lloyd's neck and shoulders. It's halfway between being cared for by a lover and being licked clean by a hungry wolf. Kind of nice, but with that threatening aura he can never turn off. ]
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Once he's is in the tub, Lloyd scoots back so he can lean against him. Whatever he can get away with in the moment. He hums as he's pampered, letting his eyes close. It always feels like being the target of a predator whenever Flagg is near, that looming darkness at his back threatening to envelop him. Maybe he should be intimidated by it, but it's a comfort to him now that he knows where he stands. ]
Feels nice.
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Flagg snakes an arm around Lloyd, trailing his fingers up his chest and to his collarbone, massaging it with his thumb and index finger. A low growl escapes him, a sound human vocal chords shouldn't be able to produce. Well, he never claimed to be human. He surveys the back of Lloyd's neck for a moment - shit, son, I could just eat you right up - but he leans down and kisses him instead, gently, almost softly. ]
I like havin' you up here in the penthouse. Might just keep ya for a while.
[ Nope, Lloyd has no say in that. ]
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Can't say as I mind all that much.
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[ He speaks softly; he's leaned in close enough by Lloyd's ear that he doesn't need to do more than whisper.
Now that the dirt's all washed away, Flagg's hands are surprisingly soft. He trails down from Lloyd's collarbone to his navel to his hips, fingers just tracing the V line from his hips down to his crotch but never quite touches his cock, though he gets very close. ]
Who'd mind being in the lap of luxury? [ Emphasis on 'lap' as he pulls Lloyd closer towards him. He's warmer than the water, especially where Lloyd's back rubs against his crotch. ]
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He huffs out a laugh, and, biting his lip, grinds back against Flagg. ]
Can't think of any. None that matter, anyway.
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[ He nuzzles up against the back of Lloyd's neck, his beard brushing up against him. ]
I can always kiss it better, if you ask me real nice-like. [ He was going to make Lloyd suffer through the whole thing, but then he invited him into the bathtub and the last thing he wants to do is sit here with someone who is too sick to properly worship him. ]
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Mm. Hurts like hell. [ Asking nicely is a small price to pay, and Lloyd does love the way Flagg looks when he's being given what he wants. Letting go, he twists so he can properly look at him. His hands slide to either side of Flagg's face, fingers brushing into the short hairs of his beard. ]
Please? I'll make it worth your while. [ He brushes their lips together and clicks his tongue over Flagg's lower lip. ]
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[ He smiles, a flash of white teeth as he runs his fingers through Lloyd's hair before smooching him right on the lips. Warmth spreads out from the kiss and all at once the hangover is gone (along with any other aches and pains Lloyd may have been feeling).
Lloyd's his already, all his, but it still feels like taking a little part of him every time he surrenders. He's given up so much of his soul that he'll be Flagg's in this life and probably in whatever comes after it. Ain't that peachy? ]
All better?
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When he pulls away, he doesn't go far, bumping his nose against Flagg's cheek. Being so near is always so intoxicating, a high all its own, and even if it meant a small piece of himself... he can't really say that he minds. Lloyd's always more of a 'live in the moment' type of guy. ]
Ain't been better. [ To emphasize his point, he brushes his lips against Flagg's again before nipping at his lower lip. ]
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His fingertips dig into Lloyd's back and it occurs to him now that he might want to fuck him fully, to fill him up and shake him to the core. It was bound to happen eventually, and he wondered if Lloyd would hesitate. ] Do you think you can - [ He speaks in between kisses. ] - take me?
[ Whether or not this was Lloyd's first time being fucked by another man, Flagg didn't imagine he'd been with one who was quite so big. ]
Do you want to take me? [ Baby, can you dig your man? ]
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He does give pause, but it's mostly because his thoughts stutter to a halt. Flagg is a lot. Like a lot just on presence alone. Hell, even sucking his dick makes Lloyd's jaw hurt. It's an intimidating dick. The thing is, though, there's also the shiver of anticipation thinking about it. Fuck, he doesn't know if he can, but he's not a fucking quitter, either. Besides, when it comes to Flagg, he doesn't want there to be anyone better to worship him. ]
Only one way to find out. [ He gives a brief and sharp tug on his hair. ] I want what you give me.
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And then he'd come right back here to soak up more adoration because he's somehow an incomprehensible force of nature and a simple egomaniac at the same time. All and nothing, Alpha and Omega. He snickers at that moment of blasphemy he shared only with himself, gripping the base of his cock in one hand as it started to hard as if on command. He'd make Lloyd stroke it a little, just so his size and girth was at the forefront of his mind, but he didn't need foreplay. When he wanted to fuck he could just fuck. ]
Why don't you put some of this on me? [ His other arm flops over the side of the tub and comes back up with a bottle of waterproof lube. ] As much as you think you need. Better to overshoot than undershoot here.
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[ What he lacks in strength, Lloyd makes up for with his devotion. While it was never stated as a requirement that he worships the ground Flagg walks on, it's hard for him not to. How could he not with everything he'd been given on a platter? It's not without its work, he's an extra set of eyes and ears, he makes sure shit gets done and runs smoothly so Flagg doesn't have to. Someone less foolhardy wouldn't put so much faith in a man who needs to be worshipped.
For him, it's not a chore, it's a perk. If he's being honest with himself, the extra attention goes to his head and makes him feel a little drunk. See? Nobody worships you as much as I do. Anything they can do, I can do better.
He takes the bottle of lube from Flagg and flips the cap. Lloyd pours some into his hand, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together to test the consistency before wrapping his hand around Flagg's cock. Working the shaft, he makes sure the lube is spread before adding more. It's hard not to think about how endowed he is when that crimson head is staring Lloyd in the face. It feels like his heart skips a beat or two when he gets caught up thinking about it. He's a little unnerved by it, even if it's not his first dick. Not many can boast what Flagg can.
The second pass with lube is more thorough, and he uses his thumb to spread a generous amount over the head of his cock. He takes his eyes off his work so he can glance quickly up at Flagg's face, hoping to see him enjoying himself. ]
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In a way he was at his most human like this, but it sure as fuck didn't feel that way when he was inside of you. ]
Oh, Lloyd, my dear. [ He says with his eyes still half-closed, cupping Lloyd's cheeks with his too-soft hands. ] You're so good to me. I could eat you right up.
[ He means it affectionately. Really. Though given Bobby Terry's fate that might not be a comfort, combined with the flecks of blood that still dot his teeth. It's alright, little rabbit, this wolf has other prey. ]
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He would feel more insignificant in the face of someone like Flagg if he weren't confident that he was at least finding amusement in Lloyd. He's seen what happens when someone falls out of favor. He would never intentionally do it, but.. all it takes is seeing someone being eaten alive to instill a healthy fear of disobedience. Then again, there are greater things to fear about Flagg. At least he's miles away from having to worry about it. Lloyd lets his eyes flutter shut and leans into those soft, strong hands. He offers a contented hum before breaking out into a smile and giggles. ]
Won't be too useful with bits missin', you know.
[ Even though he knows he's safe at the moment, he can't help the way his heart rate speeds up at the implication, hammering almost painfully against his ribcage. Hard not to be intimidated in the face of a predator. ]
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[ With that he lets go of Lloyd's face and kisses him on the neck, with just a little bit of a bite. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for Lloyd to question whether or not his teeth are a little too sharp to be normal.
He takes some of the leftover lube and squirts it on his index and middle finger, reaching around back to tease at Lloyd's entrance. Flagg's not much of a considerate man, but he better get Lloyd a little prepared first. Relaxed. If only so he doesn't faint from shock at having Flagg so deep inside of him. ]
How's that? [ He slides one finger in, hot and yet dark in a way that sends chills up the spine. ]
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The teeth on his neck cause a wave of goosebumps and he shivers, unsure if he's imagining that they feel more like they belong to a monster than a man. Even though he's mentally prepared for the sensation, he still clenches up when Flagg's fingers first touch him. The moment passes and he bears down as he pushes a finger inside. It feels weird, unnaturally warm and erring on the side of wrong. Nothing like shame because he doesn't have much of that to speak of, but not like it's supposed to, he figures.
Lloyd wiggles, repositioning himself so he's almost draped against Flagg as he gets used to the intrusion. ]
Your hands are warm. [ Everything about him is warm, except the slant of his smile. ]
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The slides a second finger in and his whole presence seems to curl around Lloyd like a warm blanket. ]
I'm warm all over, baby. Is it hot in here, or is it just me? [ He laughs. But his fingers are nothing compared to his cock, its angry head pressed against Lloyd's navel to remind him of that fact. ]
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