[Steve gave the man a cold smile. He'd strangled men before, because he had to. He'd half-strangled another man because he'd wanted to. The fact that he was being asked to do it made him feel . . . sick. But also excited. Which should be a terrible thing, but it wasn't. There was darkness in Steve, always had been, but it was usually pushed down where it couldn't do anyone any harm. Now . . .
He was on the bed in an instant, straddling James, his hand already on the man's throat and starting to tighten. He could easily span the distance around with just the one hand, his other planted square in the middle of James' chest, a hot weight pressing him into the mattress. Steve flexed his fingers, digging them into the sides of James' neck as he squeezed more. Depending on how you placed your hands, it could be either quick or lingering when you choked someone, but Steve planned to make it linger. He leaned a little more of his weight on the hand on James' chest, making it even harder to pull in what little air his hand was allowing.]
[Steve's face was dark, closed and very likely threatening, but his eyes were full of conflicting emotions, arousal and need some of them. His voice was a husky growl as he made his threats, lips quirking a little at the corners.]
If you pass out, I'll punish you James, and it won't be nearly as fun as my playing. You're going to have some massive bruises before I'm done you know. You'll wear them for days. I like the idea of you being branded by my hands . . . Everyone'll know you're mine.
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He was on the bed in an instant, straddling James, his hand already on the man's throat and starting to tighten. He could easily span the distance around with just the one hand, his other planted square in the middle of James' chest, a hot weight pressing him into the mattress. Steve flexed his fingers, digging them into the sides of James' neck as he squeezed more. Depending on how you placed your hands, it could be either quick or lingering when you choked someone, but Steve planned to make it linger. He leaned a little more of his weight on the hand on James' chest, making it even harder to pull in what little air his hand was allowing.]
[Steve's face was dark, closed and very likely threatening, but his eyes were full of conflicting emotions, arousal and need some of them. His voice was a husky growl as he made his threats, lips quirking a little at the corners.]
If you pass out, I'll punish you James, and it won't be nearly as fun as my playing. You're going to have some massive bruises before I'm done you know. You'll wear them for days. I like the idea of you being branded by my hands . . . Everyone'll know you're mine.