warning for those uninterested; knife play & blood
kneeling between spread legs, dragging the tip of a knife slow over the top of a sweet boy's thigh, then down along the insides. applying pressure, but not enough to fully break skin as it passes over the femoral artery. closer between the legs, pressing the flat of the blade against his tdick to watch the way he'd shiver at the chill of it, though still hard.
hm. see, pup? see how much you want it? you can't lie, not like this. you don't really want me to put it away.
i'd hold his gaze, turning the knife over slow in my hand. my palm would close around the fixed blade calmly, finding a grip before dragging the handle through his slick.
telling him to watch as i pushed it inside him slowly, observing his momentary stretch around the notch at the base of the handle. my free hand would be braced on his lower stomach to keep him down, telling him that if he got greedy and started moving his hips, he'd cut into my palm with the blade. i'd be much meaner in the way i returned the favor.
he'd nod quickly, eyes still blown wide but aroused, staying still despite the urge to shudder and squirm at the feeling of the handle of the knife fucking into him. i'd decide to go harder after a few moments, to the degree that he can't will himself anymore to continue watching; the effort to hold his own head up too strenuous.
the twist of the knife on each stroke, my fingers stretched down from his stomach to toy with his tdick, would eventually set him off. i'd press it deeper as he tightened around it, body trembling but trying hard to restrain the involuntary movement as he came.
when he'd finally gather the presence of mind to glance back down he'd see the blood dripping from my palm, still closed around the blade. i had ignored the feeling of it biting into my skin as i fucked him harder with it.
i might hesitate before i reassured him, enjoying the momentary lapse of fear on his face. no. you didn't do anything wrong, puppy.
i'd likely feel greed of my own, watching the way a drop of blood would fall and hit his thigh. possessive, even, in how it trickled down between his legs.
my clean hand would still be flattened on his hip to keep him still as the other opened. moved slow, pressed down around his throat then dragged along his chest, over his stomach to his cunt. my blood in the vague shape of a hand, smeared like a claim from neck to cock.
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