[Chuuya knows he’s in for a fun time when Mephisto yanks his hands behind his back and sinks his teeth into his neck, and he cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as those sharp fangs piece his flesh. It’s a part of himself he’d been reluctant to expose in his old life for fear of a blade slitting it open, but now he seems to enjoy throwing caution to the wind and indulging in the feeling, judging by how many people he’s had nibbling on it lately...
Oh...OH, his hands are bound now, and of course he pulls and tugs at the handcuffs to test their strength, looking indignant when they don’t give at all. Of course he could easily break them with his ability (probably, unless they’re magical handcuffs), but for now he’s curious to see just what Mephisto has up his sleeve...]
What the-?!
[God fucking damn it, of course challenging Mephisto would end in him putting a fucking leash on Chuuya. How humiliating! Chuuya glares daggers at him, though his arousal hasn’t ebbed at all (perhaps it’s even been heightened by his anger). He pulls against it like a poorly behaved dog trying to escape its master, his lip curling in a snarl.]
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Oh...OH, his hands are bound now, and of course he pulls and tugs at the handcuffs to test their strength, looking indignant when they don’t give at all. Of course he could easily break them with his ability (probably, unless they’re magical handcuffs), but for now he’s curious to see just what Mephisto has up his sleeve...]
What the-?!
[God fucking damn it, of course challenging Mephisto would end in him putting a fucking leash on Chuuya. How humiliating! Chuuya glares daggers at him, though his arousal hasn’t ebbed at all (perhaps it’s even been heightened by his anger). He pulls against it like a poorly behaved dog trying to escape its master, his lip curling in a snarl.]
Do you think I’m your fucking pet, asshole?!