#bad!obe

It’s a rough, violent action - nothing soft or sweet about it - when the bounty hunter throws Oberon to the ground. He lands unceremoniously in the dirt, his hands bound and unable to brace his fall, the iron chains meeting his skin with a dull, aching burn, draining his power and leaving him unable to fight back. Not that he wants to, really- it’s thrilling, being rendered powerless, in spite of the potential danger. 

“Is that how it is?” Oberon coos, turning his head to look up at the bounty hunter. He’s a big man - much broader than Oberon was, and taller. That in itself was a turn on, but the way he looks at Oberon now, with disdain and disinterest, is already enough to get him hard.