[ oh, he knows humiliation. humiliation is crawling across the ground like a goddamn animal, being forced to his knees, commanded to shred his self-respect and kiss ash's boot, and then having to face whatever imbalance exists in his brain chemistry that makes him crave treatment worse than a kicked dog. he would suffer through another six rounds of choking on petunias just to feel ash's hand strike him hard enough to rupture blood vessels, because he knows in the end he would hold him and he would kiss him and he would dry his tears in a way that no one's done since the day embry told him no.
who the fuck is this guy anyway to interrupt his personal misery? fitz, his watch says. clearly the doctors and nurses are sick of embry coming back, so they've tossed the biggest, brawniest asshole in here with him in hopes that this round of sex will actually kill him. joke's on them, because embry's fine with the concept. ]
What's humiliating is you being precious about a perfectly good hard-on.
[ perfectly good might be a stretch; fitz's dick is as bruised as a summer peach and leaking pinky pearls. it looks painful, and embry almost feels bad that the staff left him bound, except a part of him thrills at the sight, his own aching dick perking to life despite the exhaustion plaguing his own body. ash never let him tie him up despite embry's very dark and vivid fantasies that went widely unspoken because of the shame that's already churning in his gut.
he hasn't bothered dressing in the clinic's gown, the sheets falling away from his bare body as he leaves his bed. he's more slender than fitz's solid bulk, tall and carved like a statue, and his muscles flex pleasantly as he kneels by fitz's bound form, uncapping the bottle of lube he's holding, branded with a peacock on the front, and then gripping fitz's abused cock with a slick hand. embry's ass isn't doing a whole lot better considering he's already had athletic sex today, but — hey. it's a medical necessity at this point. ]
That feel good? [ he can't imagine good is the right word, but — fuck, he never gets a chance like this, his whole body flushing with sudden heat and desire and power. he isn't gentle, his long fingers moving in hard strokes, blood slicked between his knuckles. ] You want to sink that in something or is that too humiliating?
cw suicidal ideation, possible dub-con, bondage, just questionable content ok
who the fuck is this guy anyway to interrupt his personal misery? fitz, his watch says. clearly the doctors and nurses are sick of embry coming back, so they've tossed the biggest, brawniest asshole in here with him in hopes that this round of sex will actually kill him. joke's on them, because embry's fine with the concept. ]
What's humiliating is you being precious about a perfectly good hard-on.
[ perfectly good might be a stretch; fitz's dick is as bruised as a summer peach and leaking pinky pearls. it looks painful, and embry almost feels bad that the staff left him bound, except a part of him thrills at the sight, his own aching dick perking to life despite the exhaustion plaguing his own body. ash never let him tie him up despite embry's very dark and vivid fantasies that went widely unspoken because of the shame that's already churning in his gut.
he hasn't bothered dressing in the clinic's gown, the sheets falling away from his bare body as he leaves his bed. he's more slender than fitz's solid bulk, tall and carved like a statue, and his muscles flex pleasantly as he kneels by fitz's bound form, uncapping the bottle of lube he's holding, branded with a peacock on the front, and then gripping fitz's abused cock with a slick hand. embry's ass isn't doing a whole lot better considering he's already had athletic sex today, but — hey. it's a medical necessity at this point. ]
That feel good? [ he can't imagine good is the right word, but — fuck, he never gets a chance like this, his whole body flushing with sudden heat and desire and power. he isn't gentle, his long fingers moving in hard strokes, blood slicked between his knuckles. ] You want to sink that in something or is that too humiliating?