When Vrenille changes their position, Mustang’s eyes widen in surprise and honestly, he feels the first trace of genuine humiliation. More than a trace. Being called a ‘hole’ isn’t much of a boost to the ego, and with Roy dangling by his wrists, completely at Vrenille’s mercy, this position lacks the dignity the others hadn’t. He couldn’t begin to explain why, maybe it had something to do with the illusion of control, which shattered the moment the man decided to change it up. Or maybe he just feels as though he looks silly hanging there.
Not that it matters all too much. Mustang literally isn’t in the position to reprimand the man. Not yet.
Mustang lifts himself minutely to ease the pull of his shoulders.
Vrenille is fucking him hard, if not fast, but hard enough to hurt him and if he were hornier, he’d be ecstatic. But that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy it. He keeps his eyes tightly shut to banish their ‘audience’ for the time being, leaving his mind free to concentrate and reach for the beginnings of inevitable endorphins to flood his mind -- his body by now attuned to them.
So when Vrenille suggests Roy ask him to cum, he’s more than happy to do it; more than happy being equivalent to desperate to get out of his grasp. When he speaks, it’s politely, and as sexy as he can manage. “Vrenille, I want you to cum in me. Please, Sir.”
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When Vrenille changes their position, Mustang’s eyes widen in surprise and honestly, he feels the first trace of genuine humiliation. More than a trace. Being called a ‘hole’ isn’t much of a boost to the ego, and with Roy dangling by his wrists, completely at Vrenille’s mercy, this position lacks the dignity the others hadn’t. He couldn’t begin to explain why, maybe it had something to do with the illusion of control, which shattered the moment the man decided to change it up. Or maybe he just feels as though he looks silly hanging there.
Not that it matters all too much. Mustang literally isn’t in the position to reprimand the man. Not yet.
Mustang lifts himself minutely to ease the pull of his shoulders.
Vrenille is fucking him hard, if not fast, but hard enough to hurt him and if he were hornier, he’d be ecstatic. But that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy it. He keeps his eyes tightly shut to banish their ‘audience’ for the time being, leaving his mind free to concentrate and reach for the beginnings of inevitable endorphins to flood his mind -- his body by now attuned to them.
So when Vrenille suggests Roy ask him to cum, he’s more than happy to do it; more than happy being equivalent to desperate to get out of his grasp. When he speaks, it’s politely, and as sexy as he can manage. “Vrenille, I want you to cum in me. Please, Sir.”