#i.mptyn

The idea of Martyn being a brat is really good to me. Like imagine Martyn just making fun of Impulse, getting annoyed at the lack of reaction.

Then when they get behind closed doors he's forced to his knees to suck Impulse's cock, tears welling up in his eyes as he takes it in his mouth.

they'd do the most wonderful predator/prey scenes.

martyn's everything impulse wants in a man, too. he's so used to being used and disrespected that he's pretty sure that it's just his type now. and martyn can certainly be that. they only really do quickies, mostly frotting, because impulse isn't fond of being penetrated and like hell is martyn going to let him top him. martyn only stays long enough to cum, then he leaves. doesn't help impulse get off (if he hasn't already), doesn't clean up. just tucks himself away, maybe kicks impulse about a little, and leaves him on the ground.

it makes him feel sick how much he loves it.

and when they get married, they try to have normal, loving(ish) sex. there isn't really much of a difference. still neither of them are willing to bottom, so martyn fucks impulse's thighs instead. they kiss— they never had any of the times before— and martyn takes the opportunity to bite impulse's lips until they bleed. martyn also stays after he cums. that never happened before.

he jerks impulse off slowly, kisses and bites and sucks on his throat, grips parts of impulse's body with his other hand possessively. it /is/ possessive. martyn breathes so heavily while he watches impulse fall apart, like he's been waiting to see it all his life.

martyn needs impulse. but he doesn't like him. he might go so far as to say he hates him. hates his cowardice. hates his stubbornness. hates how he always makes himself the victim. hates him. but he needs that hate more than anything. he needs to see his gorgeous face twist in pain and the awful, beautiful noises that come from his throat that sound the same when he's cumming vs when he's getting stomped on.