[he probably should have found it disgusting. and maybe before he arrived in penance, before he was dragged down to hell, that might've been the case.
but now, that familiar feeling -- the feeling of being full, the feeling of another man's seed dripping down his legs -- was far from bothersome. if anything, it's a relief. the predictable end to a ritual which was quickly becoming commonplace. and finally the hold of those drugs loosens, enough for him to sag in place and rest against suzaku.
he doesn't push him out, not yet. he just hangs there, quiet, docile. glad that they've both found release.]
Good. Very good.
[his fingers trace over his cheek, almost affectionate, almost fond.]
Don't forget how it felt, Suzaku. Don't forget your strength.
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but now, that familiar feeling -- the feeling of being full, the feeling of another man's seed dripping down his legs -- was far from bothersome. if anything, it's a relief. the predictable end to a ritual which was quickly becoming commonplace. and finally the hold of those drugs loosens, enough for him to sag in place and rest against suzaku.
he doesn't push him out, not yet. he just hangs there, quiet, docile. glad that they've both found release.]
Good. Very good.
[his fingers trace over his cheek, almost affectionate, almost fond.]
Don't forget how it felt, Suzaku. Don't forget your strength.