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Title: Angry
Prompt: angry sex (i was supposed to write something else, but this came out. :O)
Pairing: C-Note/T-Bag.
Warning: implied rape.
Words : 240
Facial expressions contort in violent ways, teeth bared and gnashing like a rabid animal. A body, nimble and small like a dancer's, thrashes beneath a heavy handed grip, while knee's pressed into a lower spine and those same hands pulled a shoe-lace around bruised and chafed wrists. A guttural grown was expressed, but words could not be formed through the heavy gag between split and bloodied lips.
"You know...I've been waiting to do this to you since we got out." Came the husky, desire-laden voice by his ear. The struggle man's body went rigid, knowing he was exposed, naked and helpless to the hands of the other behind him. The beating had been not much of a shock to his system, knowing it'd happen sooner or later, but to be dragged to the bedroom and flung down like this was not what he thought was on the agenda. Men like him, didn't do this to men like himself.
The sex was painful, ripping every nerve he had against sandpaper, tears streaming down his cheeks staining the coverlet wet and red from the cuts on his face. He didn't swear revenge, because he knew it'd be useless once he was released. This man owned his body, and now was aiming to own his soul. Once the man was finished, he flopped onto his back.
Teddy grinned through his gag, with blood on his thighs. C-Note smiled back.
Prompt: angry sex (i was supposed to write something else, but this came out. :O)
Pairing: C-Note/T-Bag.
Warning: implied rape.
Words : 240
Facial expressions contort in violent ways, teeth bared and gnashing like a rabid animal. A body, nimble and small like a dancer's, thrashes beneath a heavy handed grip, while knee's pressed into a lower spine and those same hands pulled a shoe-lace around bruised and chafed wrists. A guttural grown was expressed, but words could not be formed through the heavy gag between split and bloodied lips.
"You know...I've been waiting to do this to you since we got out." Came the husky, desire-laden voice by his ear. The struggle man's body went rigid, knowing he was exposed, naked and helpless to the hands of the other behind him. The beating had been not much of a shock to his system, knowing it'd happen sooner or later, but to be dragged to the bedroom and flung down like this was not what he thought was on the agenda. Men like him, didn't do this to men like himself.
The sex was painful, ripping every nerve he had against sandpaper, tears streaming down his cheeks staining the coverlet wet and red from the cuts on his face. He didn't swear revenge, because he knew it'd be useless once he was released. This man owned his body, and now was aiming to own his soul. Once the man was finished, he flopped onto his back.
Teddy grinned through his gag, with blood on his thighs. C-Note smiled back.