"kneel before me" u v u
submissive m!a
He knows it’s wrong. This is a Sin, a creature that he should stand against, someone he shouldn’t obey in the very least. It would be dangerous to do as he is told, it would be wrong. And while his skin crawls at the thought of doing something that goes against his Father’s Will, he can’t help but want to obey, the need to follow the command making him not care about the consequences of his actions-
“Yes, master.” He says and it feels wrong, the words leaving a bitter taste in his mouth while making him happy. His nature battles; he wants to do this and yet, his body resists, the joints of his knees stiff as he forces himself to bend them, like trying to bend metal with just your hands. But Michael manages, bowing his head to the Sin, looking upon his feet, one of his knees on the floor.
There is a rush of happiness but his stomach twists uncomfortably. It’s an odd feeling, a weird balance between feeling wrong and good. His cheeks turn pink and he looks up though his eyelashes, shy and soft expression, aching for some praise.
