#math cade

A small part of Prophet almost wants to roll his eyes and refuse, just to be a brat, but a larger, less rebellious, part of his mind screams a reminder that Mick hasn't had this much time for him in several months and Prophet really wants to get railed today.

"Don't make me ask again, pet," Mick demands again, snapping his fingers twice more.

Prophet immediately goes and slides to his knees at Mick's feet. Mick hums, lifting a hand and stroking long fingers over the hair on Prophet's head. "Good," he says. He takes his hand back and puts it in front of Prophet's chest like he's offering his hand for Prophet to take. Prophet knows better than that though.

With a long, anticipatory sigh, Prophet puts his wrist in Mick's hand and relaxes, trying to keep still. As expected, Mick takes the last drag of his cigarette and sighs, the smoke slowly escaping from between the sniper's lips. Then, Mick pulls Prophet closer with his grip on the elder's wrist and presses the stub of the cigarette to the back of Prophet's arm.

The pain burns. Of course it does, it's a cigarette, and the pain radiates up Prophet's arm, settling nice and neat in his wrist and fingers. Prophet goes from soft to hard and heavy in a matter of seconds. He gasps, hand curling into a loose fist as Mick takes the cigarette away.

"I have to take care of the girl's body now," Mick says as he stands from the chair he sits in. "But I'll be back tonight. I'll fuck you if you've been good. You won't like it if you aren't."

Prophet swallows around a suddenly dry throat and nods. "Yes, sir," he rasps.

"You want the ring and plug?" Mick asks expectantly.

Prophet nods, biting back a pleading whine. "Yes, sir."

Mick smirks. Prophet feels a thrill shoot up his spine.

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21 - Orgasm control/edging

Prophet was in prison for a while, during which his wife divorced him. Granted, Prophet's sex life wasn't that great to start with, but he wasn't expecting this to feel so good.

Mick takes his hand away again, and a choked noise falls from Prophet's mouth. The sniper smirks and backs away.

Prophet twists in his bonds, pushing into and pulling away from the vibrations currently buzzing against his prostate. He whines lowly.

Mick laughs softly. "Come on, Jon," he says softly. "Give us a show."

Prophet glances over to the hetero couple tied to the radiator, getting steam burns because the radiator isn't off. He moans, head thrown back to the ceiling as the. Ibrations get more intense. Fuck, he's in for a long night.

Mick's always more intense while his victim's are captured.

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39 - Intoxication/Drugged

Mick's high tonight. He's shot up because, of course, he has. Now, he wants to fuck Prophet.

"C'mon, Jon, just a little shagging. Not gonna hurt anyone."

Yes it will, because in the process of shooting up, Mick had forgotten he had an audience of one. A man Prophet would very much like to leave. Prophet's never been good at saying no to Mick, especially not now that they're in the killing business together.

Mick chuckles wildly, reaching up and grabbing Prophet by the back of the neck and pulling him down. Prophet's lips smash against his, a messy clicking of teeth and press of tongue, and Prophet quickly gets with the program and melts.

Mick's hands fumble with the buttons on Prophet's shirt and with a short rip, Prophet is bare chested in front of Mick and panting for air. Prophet's blood rushes south as Mick pulls back and starts nipping at Prophet's nipples instead. Mick takes one hand and trails it down to Prophet's pants, somehow undoing his belt and yanking down his zipper. Then Mick's hand shoves the jeans out of the way and exposes Prophet's red and rapidly swelling cock to the cool air. Prophet's whimpers around a startled swallow.

Mick smirks. He strokes Prophet's cock quickly, nipping and sucking on the older man's nipples, keeping him still with a hand on Prophet's neck. Prophet couldn't hold out if wanted to. He comes long and hard all over Mick's clothes.

"Dirty boy," Mick laughs. "On your knees."

Prophet doesn't hesitate to comply, sinking down on shaking legs, mind still couded from the lightning strikes sparking up his spine. "Yes, sir," he says softly.

Mick's pupils are large and black when he laughs again and rips off his belt and pants.

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54 - Obsessive/Possessive sex

"Mine," Prophet growls, stabbing the knife into the girl's corpse. "He's mine!"

"Yeah?" asks a long-familiar voice. A hand curls around the back of Prophet's neck, pressing down until Prophet's face down and holding his weight on his arms. The woman's blank, lifeless eyes stare up at Prophet's. Despite all his time thinking that he'd hate the sight of the dead, the fact that he's on all fours over a corpse just turns him on.

Mick kneels down behind Prophet and smooths his hands up Prophet's leg, down his back. "Jealous, love?" Mick asks knowingly. "Hate that she got to put her hands on me? That she knows what this dick feels like?"

Prophet swallows hard as Mick hooks his fingers in the older's belt loops and draws down the pants slowly. "Yes," he whispers, not trusting his voice.

Mick laughs softly. "Look what you've done, pretty boy," he murmurs. "You've killed her for taking what wasn't hers. You did that."

Prophet's blood rushes south. "Mine," he pants as Mick rucks up his shirt and kisses his spine, all the way down to his tail, then down the curve of Prophet's ass, then to his empty, quivering hole.

"Stay still, pet." Mick shoves his tongue inside Prophet's hole. Prophet gasps and comes untouched, spilling his load right onto the corpse's body.

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(Bonus)

41 - Latex/Gloves

"Mm," Mick says, watching Prophet's hand on his cock. "Love the way you look in those gloves, pet. Go on, use that other hand. Stretch me."

Prophet's dick gives a valiant effort to rise, but is stopped by the cage once more. He whimpers. "Yes, sir."

Mick chuckles. "You'll get your, pet. In time."

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