He whimpers a little, pathetically, but it's honestly hard to tell whether it's in fear or anticipation. He doesn't like being marked up, but Darkness does he like having all the attention on him.
Phoenix, to his credit, does actually hesitate at the idea of really properly hurting Ryan.
He gets over it swiftly enough. Even considering the cat 'o' nine tails, but he decides on keeping the thin, fine switch. "Seeing as there won't be any pretty marks, master. These do produce something of a concentrated, quite exquisite pain, when applied correctly."
Ryan grits his teeth in a show of mock anger, moving easily to his hands and knees, rolling his shoulders back luxuriously and tossing Phoenix a glance over his shoulder. It's smug and daring underneath the veneer of intimidation. Do your worst, it clearly taunts.
Oh, he's good. Ryan's beauty has never been lost on the young incubus, he's almost transfixed by the handsome young body at his feet, and the raw pleasure of his master's eyes on them both.
The first pass of the switch is just the merest of brushes, hoping to make Ryan jump almost out of his skin. The second stroke follows a split second after. Phoenix brings the switch down hard, but with carefully measured strength across the boy's shoulders.
Ryan obligingly crawls forward, making a big show of wincing as the now-inexistent mark gives a twinge of pain. "That hurt." But his voice is more of a mutter than a whine.
Phoenix is fascinated by the way the beautiful red line forms and disappears. But he hangs back a bit, pouting, and waiting for permission to continue.
That's both humiliating and...and really really hot. Ryan will whine pathetically, wiggling a little under Drake's grip on his wrists and looking up at him, beseechingly. Of course, it's all an act, and on the inside he is nothing but glee.
The various strikes would be leaving a lovely criss-crossing pattern of red welts, if they were visible. But Ryan can feel them, hands curling into fists on Drake's legs, body shuddering and jerking at every blow, making all sorts of gasps and moans and whimpers, more of them coming from pleasure than from pain.
Whining softly, he inches closer to Drake, farther from the strikes, bright blue eyes glancing up briefly. His expression is one of beseeching, but the look in his eyes is pure adoration and lust.
Hmm.
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Especially as he suspects he misinterpreted Ryan's meaning somewhat. Still, it's the first time a daft mistake has gotten him OUT of trouble.
"Switch, Master?" A thin bamboo appears in his hand. "Or perhaps a flogger? Lash? Cane?"
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Drake places a hand on Ryan's shoulder and his skin shimmers. "Not a mark, my little one. Though, Darkness, it will hurt you - I swear it."
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He gets over it swiftly enough. Even considering the cat 'o' nine tails, but he decides on keeping the thin, fine switch. "Seeing as there won't be any pretty marks, master. These do produce something of a concentrated, quite exquisite pain, when applied correctly."
The make a lovely swishing sound too.
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"Proceed."
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The first pass of the switch is just the merest of brushes, hoping to make Ryan jump almost out of his skin. The second stroke follows a split second after. Phoenix brings the switch down hard, but with carefully measured strength across the boy's shoulders.
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Drake leans forward in his chair, interest piqued.
"Ryan - come. Kneel at my feet."
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"You don't want me to stop yet, master?"
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He'll feel it now - Ryan's every flinch - and watch those beautiful eyes tear with pain.
"Again, Phoenix."
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He mercilessly reins down several strokes, each of different strength, from Ryan's shoulders to his lower back.
Fuck. When did his pants get so tight?
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"More," he growls.
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Whining softly, he inches closer to Drake, farther from the strikes, bright blue eyes glancing up briefly. His expression is one of beseeching, but the look in his eyes is pure adoration and lust.
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