[ You'll see ( and so will he, because while you can turn away from mirrors, telepathic projections go straight into your mind ) the way his lips tighten over the ball-gag in time to the sharp intake of breath that is just not anywhere near enough.
There's a sound of relief when you curl your fingers around him, followed by the way his Adam's apple shifts as he swallows in an effort to wet his seemingly bone-dry throat. That relief is short-lived though, because the heat of your palm folded around him is reminding his skin that the oil has seeped through and he's resisting the urge to rock against you because he knows any more friction will make things so much worse.
He looks terribly young tonight, trussed up like this. It's surreal on his part, but perhaps its because the image he's seeing has an edge of the unreal to it. You look exactly like the god you are named for in the Lightless Lands ( was it the reverse though? that Izanami was borne into existence because of you? he forgets... ) and there he is: bound and captive in your loving embrace. ]
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There's a sound of relief when you curl your fingers around him, followed by the way his Adam's apple shifts as he swallows in an effort to wet his seemingly bone-dry throat. That relief is short-lived though, because the heat of your palm folded around him is reminding his skin that the oil has seeped through and he's resisting the urge to rock against you because he knows any more friction will make things so much worse.
He looks terribly young tonight, trussed up like this. It's surreal on his part, but perhaps its because the image he's seeing has an edge of the unreal to it. You look exactly like the god you are named for in the Lightless Lands ( was it the reverse though? that Izanami was borne into existence because of you? he forgets... ) and there he is: bound and captive in your loving embrace. ]