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[choked off noise, and he stays very still, pressing his face to the dresser]

Shit...

[takes the tip off of his skin, letting him feel it the blood beads and then breaks before setting the point down again without warning and does the "N" in three short strokes]

[his whole body jolts in its effort to be still; he doesn't quite register what he's doing until he feels the N -- then it clicks and he laughs, feeling the wet roll of his red blood down his back]

Watch-- the tattoos.

I am. You're doing good. How does it feel?

[leaning closer to ask the question but not touching him]

It hurts! Hhaaha-- you could be setting me on fire back there...

[puts down the sword to run his fingers along the outlines of the cuts, just skirting the edges.

and then placing his palm flat on Guy's back, stroking it soothingly for a moment before laying his sweat-salted palm flat against the "N"]

Yeah?

[pulls his breath in through his teeth with a hiss, stifling a writhe but Yuri can feel him force it down]

Yeah. Hnhn!...

[finally let's go of his bound hand to reach around and knead his dick while he let's that finish stinging]

It's alright. You can get as feisty as you want. You're not going anywhere.

[asjdkf;a gasps at the relief of that]

Oh thanks. Hell...

[keeps doing though, slow but it's nice, firm pressure.

so nice it may distract him when Yuri brushes the tip of his sword against his hip and then slowly draws it down his tights, cutting the material but barely ghosting over the skin under it]

[no i notice that. lets out a breathless half laugh and groans, his shoulder burning and his cock achingly hard]

Yuri-- more...

You'll get it.

[there is basically no sexy way to get rid of footwear so Yuri just does it quickly and shreds the rest of the tights, leaving him in his underwear.

he takes a minute to step back and look and look at him, taking in another sharp breath as the sight]

[you mean an almost naked, tied-up, bleeding guy cecil bent over your dresser 'cause that's what you wanted?]

[I mean an almost naked, tied-up, bleeding Guy Cecil bent over my desk 'cause He actually let me do that.

takes a step forward, pushing his hand past the waistband of his underwear to knead his ass before pushing them out of the entirely, taking an indulgent moment to grind himself against him with a quiet, throaty noise before tking the sword up again]

[still letting you do it, this is an ongoing process. Makes a tenor noise in his throat, his cheek dragging on the cool surface he's planted on, panting a little and looking up at him through the one lidded eye that can actually see him, half hidden by his hair]

[leaning over to kiss him again, all warm affection as he threads a hand through his sweaty locks to push them back. H murmurs his name fondly as he pulls back]

Guy...

[And time to add the Y]

[his wrists twist in his binding and his back flexes helplessly as it's carved into, he's already so sensitive back there without being stabbed into, but he stays in one damn spot]

Hhhahahhhfffffuck. Fuck. Nnn.

Edited 2012-07-30 14:35 (UTC)

[Chuckles, husky and low, leaning over him to catch his wrists and give them a reassuring squeeze as the tips of his hair just barely brush against the cuts and the unmarked skin between them.]

Last one. Got to make it count.

[Pulls the blade down for the first slash of the X, deeper and slower than the previous ones]

[Guy's fingers clutch for purchase against the flat surface, and he's really out of breath now, hazily settling on the contrast of Yuri's hair and blade. When he feels it dig into him again he whines-- not a sound Yuri's ever heard in battle or sex]

[Presses his wrists down harder to give him that anchor, and to help control himself as the noise jolts right through him and he nearly echoes it. Big his voice is steady and intent as he positions for the last stroke]

Again. Let me here it.

[And presses the blade down with the same slow intensity]

[shudders and curses and cries out again, sucking his breath in sharp, exhaling Yuri's name, and even if it's been slipping for a while it's suddenly real clear his control is just. Gone.

His eyes flicker up and catch a mirror and he blinks at the sight of himself under Yuri streaked with blood and panting]

. . .

[Not taking his eyes off of Guy even as he reaches over to pull out a bottle of oil and spill it it his hand, his own fraying self control only evident by the coiled tension in every movement. With his fingers soaked he thrusts three into Guy, stretching him brutally]

Tell me when.

[--eyes snap shut and he moans]

Ah! Shit-- ow, Yuri, Yuri, keep like that, more like that don't stop

Don't worry. You're going to feel this for a while.

[Briefly spreading all three fingers as far as they'll go before starting to suck him in shot, hard jabs, pulling his fingers completely out every time and only barely glancing his prostrate until he rubs it mercilessly]

Who's worried?

[realizing he's starting to get a little dizzy and forces himself to control his breathing a little better, or tries, his spine arching and the letters bleeding freely from him finally jerking his whole body helplessly]

S--so this is-- your brutal side? Ah!

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