paroxysm of rage

{    As soon as the command leaves Reaper’s lips,      the elder’s talons snake around his wrists &      forcibly tug his hands from the material they’ve      latched onto.  The release is immediate  & Kylo      twists around to comply;  his hands settle on the      counter, darkened hues flecked with gold shifting      to watch the, albeit to him, slow process of the      Sith undoing his robes.  

     Darkened hues flecked with amber shift, lower to      take in the sight of the man behind him ( -- you      refuse to admit the sight of him behind you is nearly      enough to make your knees weak.  no you have far      too much pride to admit that just yet ).   Stance shifts,      legs spread as he bends forward against the counter.  }

    “Shut it,” he says on a huff of air, “I could lay back and let you do all the work yourself if you really wanted it.”

    Gabriel’s eyes roll and he reaches over to grab a hairtie, lazily pulling back his long locks and ignoring the few that escape. Sure, they are in his face, but he was far too tired to give a shit. Reaching over and grabbing the hand poking at bruises and bites Reaper gives Kylo a look. One moderately threatening but most likely held no bite behind it. 

    “I don’t like to talk about it,” he mumbles while releasing his grip on Ren’s hand. “Bad memories, violent ones. Don’t if I could even recall them properly if I wanted to. Anything of what I was before this predates the Empire, the Clone Wars, all the way to the beginning of the Republic.”  

    A shrug pulls at his shoulders as he leaves out any specifics. 

{    Smug satisfaction radiates off the younger man;  he      knows he’s gotten under the man’s skin & it’s always      satisfying to hear the irritation in his voice. Smirk      growing more evident as he finishes.  }

“    Careful now.  I may just take you up on that sometime;       ride you to the point of exhaustion & I guarantee you’ll      be the one to lose consciousness first. “

{    Expression softens, curious taking place of the previous      predatorial glint that once occupied its space, as he listens.       His hand, once freed, moves to trace light patterns along       the back of Gabriel’s own.  Head tilts slightly, dark locks       of hair falling into his face as a result.  It did little to deter       him from looking over the scarring.  The answer is vague,       but it’s more than he’s gotten out of the man before now,       so he’ll call it a personal victory nonetheless.  }

“    Come now.  Don’t talk like that or you’ll get me all riled up again       & I know you, personally, do not have the stamina for another round. “ {    A teasing lilt to his words ( -- you’d made sure of that, though ), fingertips      tracing one of the freshly blossoming bruises;  it’s the first time the Sith      has let whatever damage he’d done during their tussle between the      sheets leave an impact on his body.  Kylo couldn’t resist the chance to      prod at them, to admire his handiwork as a small smirk lifts the corner      of his mouth.  He’s certainly pleased with himself.  }

“    You never did tell me what sort of work you did before this.  “

{    It wasn’t so much out of need as it was never really having the time to     seek out another person to satisfy his desires.  They were often far too     busy to even have the time to think about it, let alone to actually do it.       That being said, he’s used it well beyond a few handfuls of times, though     it never really crossed his mind to count: it seemed a trivial thing compared     to the task at hand.  

    It is with great difficulty that Kylo manages to pull himself away from the toy,     to let it slide out of him so he can move and grab onto Reaper’s coat to stop     him.  A soft sound that is very much reminiscent of a whine.  }

“    Don’t go.  I didn’t call you here for no reason...  I need you.  I wanted to be     prepared for you so you didn’t have to wait, sir. “

{    The initial call to the elder Sith may have been a bit of an impulse,      but he hardly had the time to pay the thought much mind.  Not when      he was busy trying to keep his voice level simultaneously as he spoke      & pushed the slick tip of the dildo into his ass ( it was hardly enough      compared to the real thing ).  Judging by the pause on the other end of      the line he wasn’t too sure he’d succeeded either & bit down on the      inside of his cheek to SMOTHER the sound that threatened to claw its      way out of his throat.

     Once the call dropped & Reaper’s confirmation was given, Kylo’s hand      slid down his bared slightly damp chest, down between his legs, & slender      digits wrap around his cock giving a few quick tugs.  Espresso hues falling      shut as his head tips forward & shoves the dildo further into himself.  He’s      alone for the moment ( -- no need for you to be quiet ) & so he doesn’t      bother to STIFLE the moan that spills from his lips.  Best to be prepared,      after all.

     He doesn’t hear when Reaper enters the bathroom, at least not right away.      Too lost in the nice friction the ribbed dildo is giving to his insides as he bottoms      out, another groan escaping him.  It’s only through the haze of recurring sound      that he’s able to find his way back to the present.  To open his eyes & finally      acknowledge his invited company & to answer him.  

     ( -- try to keep that desperation out of your voice as you smirk at him, kylo.       it’ll ruin your attempt to tease him in return ). }

   A monster such as him cared not for other’s personal space, quite ready to invade it when he so pleased. It wasn’t as if most people he messed with could even do anything about it. Could Kylo? Of course there is motive behind his actions, there always was, even if the reasoning never became clear. 

   Kylo did not need to display how uneasy Reaper was making him. Faint as a heartbeat could be without a machine making note of it, he could feel every small change. It wasn’t something anyone had control over and that in itself was a great advantage he held once close enough. 

   As Kylo pulls away the hand does not come loose, instead just fading away into black tendrils of smoke- but the cold still lingers. Fear was a pleasant thing but so far it seems he hasn’t made it to that point just yet. A challenge was always welcome, and Kylo cannot see it, but a rather hungry grin has settled into Reaper’s expression under the mask.

   “Do you have something to give, if I do?”

      ❝ Very mature. ❞

       ❝ If you have ever perceived me to be POLITE, that is your own fault. ❞

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