[ The bulk of Matt's attention is on the stranger's physical reactions. Tip of his head, so like something Matt would do himself to show his partner how nicely he can submit. Gasp, flutter of the eyelids, a moment of appearing to luxuriate in the kind of pain most people would scramble and fight to avoid. But in a corner of Matt's awareness, that promising rolls down his spine and curls velvety in his stomach. He sighs.
Marazhai's head turns, and Matt pulls his hand back, gauging by the stranger's response when he's withdrawn far enough. It requires guesswork: His fire burns in all directions, but the protection Matt's afforded himself means his right hand feels like it's soaking in sunshine on a hot day at the beach, rather than burning up. His eyes flick curiously to the spots his fingers have seared into flesh. ]
I live to please, [ Matt murmurs. The words are wry, but also foundationally true. It feels crucial right now to show people who--what--he truly is. What he's capable of.
Matt shifts forward on the altar, leaning his weight into the stranger's hand as he aims to wrap his legs around his waist. Urging him to stay close. He cranes to kiss the spot on his earlobe he just burned, to flick a kitten lick to the injury. Then to close his teeth over it. ]
I want to do that again, [ he breathes against the shell of Marazhai's ear. ] Show me a good spot.
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Marazhai's head turns, and Matt pulls his hand back, gauging by the stranger's response when he's withdrawn far enough. It requires guesswork: His fire burns in all directions, but the protection Matt's afforded himself means his right hand feels like it's soaking in sunshine on a hot day at the beach, rather than burning up. His eyes flick curiously to the spots his fingers have seared into flesh. ]
I live to please, [ Matt murmurs. The words are wry, but also foundationally true. It feels crucial right now to show people who--what--he truly is. What he's capable of.
Matt shifts forward on the altar, leaning his weight into the stranger's hand as he aims to wrap his legs around his waist. Urging him to stay close. He cranes to kiss the spot on his earlobe he just burned, to flick a kitten lick to the injury. Then to close his teeth over it. ]
I want to do that again, [ he breathes against the shell of Marazhai's ear. ] Show me a good spot.