[He probably shouldn't admit to that. He's always done such a good job of refusing to acknowledge that he's traumatized. But right now he's angry, even if that scratch really hurts and really feels good at the same time.]
And yes, I'm not stupid enough to get my face mangled to avoid blowing you.
[That... helps? Not that he, y'know, wants to give Felid a blowjob. But it's better than the alternative, so he just sighs and tries to wriggle his way down to a position where that's feasible, and starts at his pants.]
[But he's also getting what he asked for, Glen pulling him free of his pants and giving his cock a long, languid lick, as if this is for pleasure and not something he's being coerced into doing and has been coerced into doing a thousand times.]
[He's. Laughing at Glen's claim of having standards, relaxing back and tangling a hand in Glen's hair. He knows Glen can be great at this if he chooses so he's going to let Glen do this, his cock already half hard from the foreplay, as it were.]
[He makes a dismissive noise, brushing off the idea of complimenting Felid for anything. Felid knows perfectly well what Glen means at any time, and Felid will always take it however he wants. There's no point in arguing, so he won't. He just focuses on taking him into his mouth and being as pleasing as he possibly can. The more favor he can earn, the better. The sooner this is over, the sooner he can leave.]
[Glen would never compliment him of course but it's funny to take it how he wants. That really is Felid's general life philosophy, take things how he wants. And at the moment relaxing back and petting Glen's hair while Glen works hard to give him an amazing blowjob is what he wants. He shudders and sighs, pleased, watching Glen with a hooded, predatory smile.]
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My, I didn't know you had other lovers.
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[He digs his thumb into a scratch, hard.]
And you've gotten ruder.
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I was always rude. You just tried to beat it out of me.
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[He drags his nails up, piercing skin.]
Do you still remember how to suck my cock, I wonder? All your other manners seem to have deserted you.
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[He probably shouldn't admit to that. He's always done such a good job of refusing to acknowledge that he's traumatized. But right now he's angry, even if that scratch really hurts and really feels good at the same time.]
And yes, I'm not stupid enough to get my face mangled to avoid blowing you.
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[Which one he doesn't specify, still.]
You know, it's really quite admirable of you to admit your limitations.
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[Thinking about it but you know, reaching to release Glen for now. He can always truss him up again later.]
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You're too demanding, you know.
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[He sits back to watch Glen, interested to see how far Glen will go to avoid being tortured.]
I merely has standards to which I hold others.
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[But he's also getting what he asked for, Glen pulling him free of his pants and giving his cock a long, languid lick, as if this is for pleasure and not something he's being coerced into doing and has been coerced into doing a thousand times.]
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[He's. Laughing at Glen's claim of having standards, relaxing back and tangling a hand in Glen's hair. He knows Glen can be great at this if he chooses so he's going to let Glen do this, his cock already half hard from the foreplay, as it were.]
I'll take that as a compliment.
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That's very good.
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