𝐃𝐎𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth as if ready to spill them all. but his teeth clench, confining the muscle behind them. he's let this go on for too long, so long that his knee has stopped its incessant bouncing, that he might not even be breathing because he's afraid the slightest movement will end him, if rhysand didn't put him out of his misery first.
this was torture. this was torture made worse by the fact that it was rhysand doing it. but because it was him, cassian didn't pull away. that, & because pulling away meant giving rhysand something to gloat about. that was always the dilemma, wasn't it? wanting to beat him at these stupid games but also wanting to submit to his high lord.
( one has happened more than the other. there is a sense of pride in that too. )
@rhysie 𝑠𝑎𝒊𝑑: ❛ do you like that? ❜ (he felt left out </3 4 cass)
yes. goddess, yes. muscles tense underneath skin, adrenaline pumping & blood rushing all through out. he wants to speak, to laugh this all off but the beast can only grunt in response. just a moment more. just a little while longer. teeth dig into tongue to keep from begging. the white noise in his ear rises in pitch as a finger moves up the length of a bone in his wing, then slowly follows the trail of a vein on the thin membrane-
whole fucking body shudders & wing pulls away as cassian lunges out of his seat, snarling. he has to tug at the string of his leather pants, the knots loosening from where his bulge threatened to spill.
" don't be an ass. "
