#nswhump

Sam’s trembling fingertips glided up his scarred arm, over his chest and collarbones until they ghosted over the maimed rugged skin of his neck. Dee trembled in the wake of their gentleness, their warmth, and his hips bucked into empty air.

Flushing red, Dee breathed, “M sorry… sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Sam hummed, nosing against his neck.

His warm breath tickled against Dee’s skin and Dee squirmed, pressing the mutilated side of his face harder into the tile, hiding from Sam’s gaze. Their handler already forced Sam to touch him, he didn’t want to make this any harder for his bonded. Not when Sam must feel grossed out enough as it was, without having to stare at his butchered mess of a face.

“Look at him.” handler Miller cooed from the padded table he lounged on to enjoy the spectacle. “The puppy is shy.”

A new wave of shame cursed through Dee’s body, leaving him fever cold and shivery. Biting back a whimper Dee screwed his eyes shut. He could feel Sam grit his teeth against his neck, how Sam exhaled, slowly, carefully, to mask that ever present rage simmering just underneath his skin.

“Ssssh. S alright.”, Sam soothed, carding delicate fingers through Dee’s short reddish hair. They wandered down to his face, followed by soft, open mouthed kisses. “I don’t mind.”

Sam’s hands found their way to either side of Dee’s face and tried to turn his head ever so gently. Dee followed, allowing Sam to position him however he wanted. Still, he couldn’t open his eyes. Too great was the fear of what he would see in Sam’s face.

“I don’t mind.” Sam murmured again, pressing soft lips against his scarred eyelid. “I don’t mind.” He peppered a trail of ever tender kisses down Dee’s reconstructed cheekbone, the rugged line of his jaw and up to his lips. A warm, sweet tongue pressed against Dee’s trembling mouth and it fell open around a low whine. Dee’s hands twitched uselessly at his sides as his hips jerked upwards.

Sam moaned into their kiss, a choked off, plaintive sound that made their handler chuckle. “Finally, some action. Just when I was getting bored by all that sweet talk.”

Black boots clicked over tile and a rough shoe sole pressed between Dee’s legs. His eyes flew open, blown panic wide. Mortified, Dee felt his hips rut up against the pressure of handler Miller's boot. His strangled sob was stifled by Sam’s lips as handler Miller grabbed Sam’s blond hair and slammed his face against Dee’s. Their teeth knocked together and Sam hissed.

Dee growled, but didn’t dare move. The memory of what had happened to his bonded the last time he resisted a handler was forever carved into Sam’s skin and Dee’s mind. Balling his hands into fists, so tight his nails cut bloody half moons into his palms, Dee let handler Miller drag his boot up and down the length of him, gasping under the unwanted touches he knew wouldn’t stop.

Not until handler Miller was satisfied.