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[ he glares sharply at Felid again -- but again doesn't verbally protest that. he doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of complaining about it. ]

[ all of these feelings are wrong. wanting to please felid, wanting to treat someone this badly, but he can't protest. felid's got complete control over him, and he can't fight it. his expression hardens, and yuu--crawls over on his knees to behind kureto, grabs onto him by the elbow and twists his arm behind him to lock the cuff in place, before doing the same with the opposite hand, fingers holding onto the already-locked cuff. ]

Dog what would you do in my position? Aside from kill me. What sort of torture would satisfy you?

[ he's fine, this is fine, except no it's really not. in theory -- he's alright with the handcuffs. considering the larger picture of Felid having such complete and utter control over both of them handcuffs are just a drop in the pond. if Felid wanted he could order him to stop moving entirely, so he's not as bothered by that. ]

[ but the question has him biting his lip. at least -- there's a way out of this. he knows being directly disobedient isn't the best idea, but -- ]

I'd starve you first.

[ he grits out. something unrealistic in the short-term; he'll put off answering anything actually tenable as long as possible. ]

[ lleans forward, pressing his forehead against kureto's back, in between his shoulder blades as his hands move down to fix his pants back up, at least for the moment-- ]

Yuu, stop that. I want both of you naked.

Dog, give me something we can do in the next two hours, imaginative as possible.

[ uggh. he shifts when he feels Yuu against his back, wanting the least amount of contact possible between them -- and glares hot and angry at the command, having to take a bit to think for that. ]

[ when he speaks it's slow, reluctant and halting, fury oozing through every syllable he utters. ]

I wouldn't ... let you finish.

[ if Felid were in his position, that is. ]

I'd make you beg for it. I'd do ... whatever it would take to break your pride -- whatever little pride you have. If I could ... order you, I'd make you obsessed with the idea of it. I'd make you watch me fuck someone, I'd tease you, but I wouldn't let you come.

[ not pulling up his pants anymore, but he's not pushing them back down, either. nor is he pulling away from kureto. at the very least, he can have a moment where neither of them can see the way his facial expression twists, brows furrowing and lips trembling. ]

My those are lovely ideas.

I especially like the part about you begging. Be obsessed with the coming dog, and don't until I order you. But feel free to try convince me I should let you in any way you want.

Yuu, come here.

[ if only Kureto were less of a sadistic asshole in this exact moment. he curses as the sudden need strikes him -- he was already hard but suddenly almost all of his focus seems to be going to how turned-on and stimulated he is and he tries to arch up towards Yuu, a needy, automatic movement. ]

[ it's too bad that as soon as felid gives the order, yuu's moving away--slowly getting up onto his feet, and walking towards felid to stop and stand in front of him. ]

[He's ignoring Kureto now, aside from being aware of his reactions, running his fingers through Yuu's hair, down his neck and over his chest, abs, touching him.]

You heard his suggestion, I should fuck you. What do you think of that?

[ he almost groans in disappointment when Yuu leaves -- cuts himself off, no no no, he's not giving into this if he can avoid it. it's hard, though, especially when he watches Yuu leave to go to Felid. part of him aches to be the one being touched like that while every other part of him is disgusted with that desire.

he squirms but doesn't say anything yet, doesn't stop them. ]

[ yuu shudders hard, hands raising to try to push felid's hands away, but it's weak. ]

I. . I don't--want that. I want--Mika.

But you do want to please me. So how would you like to do that, hm?

[He's enjoying Kureto's reactions from the corner of his eye. And he slides his hand down Yuu's back and over his ass, leaning forward to kiss his neck just for a show.]

[ -- he shudders, want and jealousy pervading through every inch of him for a moment before he just closes his eyes. ]

[ squirms against felid's touch, lips pressing together for a moment before he speaks: ]

I don't know. I don't know what you want.

I want to make the dog very jealous of what we do. I want him to beg.

So I think I will have you get on all fours on this bed and beg me to fuck you.

[ he hunches over a bit, enough that he wouldn't be able to look at them even if he just opened his eyes a bit -- if he doesn't watch, if all he has to do is listen, maybe it won't be so bad. ]

[ his ears flatten, tail still curled around a leg, but yuu's--moving to climb up onto the bed, crawling towards the center on all fours. ]

Please, F--Felid. .

Watch us, dog.

[He leans back, since he's already sitting on the bed, sliding his hand along Yuu's thigh and then pulling at one of his ass cheeks, letting go and gently slapping it to leave a red mark.]

More than that.

[ his eyes open at the order -- which in itself sends another spark of pleasure through him and he suppresses a moan. still he tries to avoid looking directly at what's happening, focusing instead on Felid's face since that's less potentially arousing than everything else. ]

[ his tail unwinds from his leg after felid slaps his ass, moves to tuck in between his legs, instead. and yuu squeezes his eyes shut, takes a deep breath, hips shaking as he tries to. think of words to say in response to this bullshit. ]

P-please, Felid. . fuck me.

[He laughs at both of them and slides a hand up Yuu's inner thigh.]

More convincing.

[Though he is spreading Yuu's legs more, to make the view better for Kureto if he glances over it.]

[ determined his gaze still focuses on anywhere but where the real action is, from Felid's face to the line of his arm, though it's hard to avoid missing everything in his peripheral vision. ]