#fcraling

5: eyelid kissed 

Skin puckered beneath the hot metal rod and his hand propped laying on his head started to ease. His eyes narrowed down at the welts on his chest - a deep N.W now red and branding his pale skin. His feet shuffled back from the straddling position he held over his feral minded company and a dark gleam in his eye caught the face of the same body. He dropped the rod on the table by his side and he yanked off the oven mit  he used to hold it. Tongue traced over his bottom lip and fingers curled over the back of his seat. Eyes hesitated to break from the face, but they managed a short trace down his body where ankles and wrists were bound. A small choke of laughter was forced out, quiet between the two,  as he leaned forward and grabbed him under his chin.