It's not just the fresh blood that makes his heart slam against his ribcage-- maybe not very quickly, but it's there. That look on Armand's face, the tone of his voice, the question of whether he'll be into this is answered.
"Yeah, sweetheart," he answers, "I'm in charge right now." Setting Armand on his feet once more, he brushes their mouths together, and murmurs, "Get on your knees. I'm going to hold your head and fuck your pretty mouth. You need me to tell you what to be, you're gonna be mine." A beat later, because he's damn sure he's right about it, "If you need to call me something, you can use sir for now. We'll talk about the other thing later." He finds himself grinning, cradling Armand's face. "Of course, I wouldn't mind Mr. Molloy either."
They really should do something about the corpses.
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Date: 2024-09-06 04:24 am (UTC)"Yeah, sweetheart," he answers, "I'm in charge right now." Setting Armand on his feet once more, he brushes their mouths together, and murmurs, "Get on your knees. I'm going to hold your head and fuck your pretty mouth. You need me to tell you what to be, you're gonna be mine." A beat later, because he's damn sure he's right about it, "If you need to call me something, you can use sir for now. We'll talk about the other thing later." He finds himself grinning, cradling Armand's face. "Of course, I wouldn't mind Mr. Molloy either."
They really should do something about the corpses.
Oh well.
"Now show me what a good listener you are."