Day: June 2, 2018

rustandglass:

“Okay,” Zayde nodded, looking mildly like a deer in headlights but that seemed to be more him internally working up the courage to commit to the idea than it was an indication he was about to run away screaming.

“Well you give more of a shit about me not fucking myself up so far than my actual dad, so I guess you got more right to get called that than my real one, huh?” he muttered, a nervous attempt at a joke but instead just sounded painfully awkward, causing Zayde to blush deeply and shy away, cursing himself.

He took another step closer before reaching out, his fingers brushing over the back of Zayde’s hand. There wasn’t much that could be said about the attempt at humor when it sounded more depressing than funny. 

“He doesn’t need to exist inside this place, okay?”

rustandglass:

“And if I said yes, then what would you do to me to make me do that?”

It wasn’t the first time Zayde had hooked up with someone he just met, even though Devin would be the first guy he’d actually slept with. He just wanted clarification on what he was letting himself in for if he agreed to it.

“Is there anything you would want me to do? Other than beg, I mean?”

“I’m into tying guys up and teasing them until their aching for release and begging to be fucked. And, like I said earlier, only way anyone’s calling me daddy is if I’m fucking them, so I think you sort of get what I mean with that.”

The latter he was a little unsure of with Zayde simply because he didn’t think he’d go for that given his home life. But he asked and Devin was upfront when it came to anything rooted in sex.

mythsandmonsters:

She was young and naive enough to fall for such a show of chivalry, as most teenage girls would be in the company of a boy they had feelings for, though most of those boys didn’t come close to the sort of creature Chance was, both literally and morally.

A giggle left her lips again as she slid into the car through the opened door, already a little flushed and eager to get away from prying eyes.

He made sure to flip Jericho off as soon as Sera was out of sight, a cold smirk on his lips at the look on his little brother’s face. The fact that it bothered Jeri so much only made it that much better to Chance. He loved having what his brother so desperately wanted.

Once he was in the car, he didn’t take her far, just away from prying eyes before he was parking the car and sliding the seat back in favor of pulling her into his lap. “You need to be done with school.”

rustandglass:

Zayde made a disgusted face as the mention of bodily waste, so it was safe to say that that was something they agreed was a hard limit on both sides. Having a safe word made sense though. Particularly for someone like him who didn’t know what his softer limits were yet.

He caught the emphasis on beg and it stirred up feelings he couldn’t describe again, though he was starting to piece little bits together with how those feelings felt linked to the ones he’d felt when Devin was touching him and kissing his neck.

“Do you want to make me beg?” he asked, the question honest and tentitive.

“If you wanted to sleep with me, yeah.” He wasn’t going to try to force someone that was actually uninterested into a situation like that, but he had a pretty good feeling that Zayde wanted it on at least some levels.

He took a step closer, his movements slow but graceful, enticing with a practiced ease. Devin was at least semi-hard just from the light teasing and the conversation, so even if Zayde turned him down, he was still going to go off and take care of himself other ways. 

mythsandmonsters:

He was all too familiar with this particular little power play, though it was usually some mortal girl he’d picked up in a bar or club trying to tease him hard, not realising he viewed them as food more than anything else.

This was different though. Pheme wasn’t mortal by any means, and while Trent’s father couldn’t bite someone from the family without almost certainly becoming addicted in the worst way to their blood, Trent having a mixed genetic heritage shielded him from such a terrible effect.

Being as bold as he was and knowing the game she was playing, he took to playing one of his own, first grazing his teeth over the spot where her pulse fluttered, then biting down, deliberately drawing blood.

The first graze of teeth over the delicate skin of her throat had one hand lifting to his hair, almost as if she were encouraging it right before his teeth actually sank in. Her grip tightened, breath catching as she shuddered in his lap. This time, the moan wasn’t just a playful sound to get him worked up, it genuine and ending in a small whimper. 

She pressed against him as best as she could, desire flooding her and leaving her completed at his mercy. Not that she hadn’t been already, he had had the upper hand with her in his lap, but now he could probably get her to do anything with enthusiasm and pleas for more.

rustandglass:

Hearing Devin tell him that he understood what it was he wanted and why was far more reassuring than Zayde expected it to be, especially since Devin had a far better way of articulating those feelings.

“So, how does all that stuff work exactly?” he asked timidly, wanting to understand more despite feeling stupid for not already knowing. “Are there like, rules and stuff?”

“Agreed upon things that are a complete no-go, like I don’t do anything involving shit, piss, or vomit and what not. A safe word that’s to be used if you get uncomfortable for any reason and need or want to stop. Usually there’s a touch equivalent for if you’re gagged, but I don’t do gags. I like to hear whomever I’m fucking beg for it.” He emphasized beg, something dark passing over his eyes for a moment. Nothing got to him faster than hearing how much he was wanted.

mythsandmonsters:

“So your excuse was because you’re afraid to be alone, you thought it would be a good idea to isolate the hell out of me so I’d be solely and completely reliant on you like some sort of fucked up Stockholm Syndrome?”

The worst part about that was that in terms of Chance logic, that actually made perfect sense to Jack, though it gave him nothing in terms of comfort.

“Congrats, fuckwit, all you succeeded in doing was making me want to get as far away from you as physically possible. How can you not understand that the best way to get people to stay is to not make them hate everything about you? It doesn’t take any sort of emotional capacity to fucking figure that out, you dumb fuck.”

“People never stay.”

At least, that was how he had always viewed the world. Even the relatives he had related to the most had left without even so much as a word. 

“I thought if you were like me you’d stay on your own. I didn’t know any other way to make that happen.” For a moment, he actually looked lost, like he was desperate for Jack to understand. But it was masked again quickly, only a faint trace of it left in the way he smoothed his hands over his pants out of a need to touch something.

rustandglass:

“It’s not?”

Zayde pouted, looking like a confused puppy, though the hesitance in believing that what he felt was perfectly normal and not at all unheard of. Though a small, relieved look crossed his features, he still looked at the floor to hide the flash of embarrassment that came with it, feeling like he knew absolutely nothing when it came to sex and that Devin might find him to be a disappointment.

“I just thought… I thought maybe I was just kinda fucked up in the head for wanting that when I hate the fact that everything else in my life is out of my control. I mean, it doesn’t make much sense when I think about it, but… I don’t know.”

“No. It sort of makes sense because you’re used to having some sort of structure. Besides, the submissive has the real control because they say how far things go,” he explained, not bothering to sugarcoat it. If they were going to get into anything like that, he wanted Zayde to have the proper knowledge instead of some candy coated version.