（ it's said in a murmur, as he pulls his hand away from sasuke's ass, wiping the lube off on the sheets before he leans down to kiss him gently. ）
My men set you up like this for me. They know what I like — bringing powerful men to their knees before me, forcing them to serve me. You haven't seen me outside of battle yet, but you know my reputation.
（ he brushes sasuke's hair back from his forehead, and then gives him a soft smile as he rubs his thumb against the boy's lips. ）
Thank you for doing this with me. Now — I'll leave and then come back in a couple minutes so you can get yourself into the mindset. I'm going to be rough with you, so be prepared for how that might affect you.
（ precautions he's said before — but he trusts sasuke, and this sort of scene is an indication of just how deeply that trust goes. there's one last once-over as he checks the bonds, the positioning of the humbler, makes sure that sasuke is otherwise comfortable and that nothing is pinched or abraded in a way that will affect the scene and then he gently caresses a line down sasuke's spine and disappears in a cold curl of that bleak, oily energy.
he doesn't go back to their room, but to the rooftop gardens, closing his eyes. listening to the ambient sounds of nature — simulated or otherwise. the trees still smell like trees, the earth still smells like dirt. it's enough to shore up his defences so he can slip into a mindset that he'd be hard-pressed to show willingly to anyone else at the casino — being a conquering warlord may come naturally to him, but he sure as hell wishes it didn't.
when he's taken those few quiet minutes to himself, he steels himself and then returns, though nearer the room's physical door as if he'd just stepped through it. as before, there are subtle changes to his behaviour. his body language is more deliberate — colder. his accent has lost that torontonian drawl when he speaks: ）
Wine?
（ it's said with a faint, cruel amusement — a man knowing that his prisoner is in no position to accept. but he pours two glasses anyway, at the running board along one wall. the clink of glass gives away that he has both in one hand as he approaches the bed and sits not on it, but in a chair nearby. ）
o lord here we go
（ it's said in a murmur, as he pulls his hand away from sasuke's ass, wiping the lube off on the sheets before he leans down to kiss him gently. ）
My men set you up like this for me. They know what I like — bringing powerful men to their knees before me, forcing them to serve me. You haven't seen me outside of battle yet, but you know my reputation.
（ he brushes sasuke's hair back from his forehead, and then gives him a soft smile as he rubs his thumb against the boy's lips. ）
Thank you for doing this with me. Now — I'll leave and then come back in a couple minutes so you can get yourself into the mindset. I'm going to be rough with you, so be prepared for how that might affect you.
（ precautions he's said before — but he trusts sasuke, and this sort of scene is an indication of just how deeply that trust goes. there's one last once-over as he checks the bonds, the positioning of the humbler, makes sure that sasuke is otherwise comfortable and that nothing is pinched or abraded in a way that will affect the scene and then he gently caresses a line down sasuke's spine and disappears in a cold curl of that bleak, oily energy.
he doesn't go back to their room, but to the rooftop gardens, closing his eyes. listening to the ambient sounds of nature — simulated or otherwise. the trees still smell like trees, the earth still smells like dirt. it's enough to shore up his defences so he can slip into a mindset that he'd be hard-pressed to show willingly to anyone else at the casino — being a conquering warlord may come naturally to him, but he sure as hell wishes it didn't.
when he's taken those few quiet minutes to himself, he steels himself and then returns, though nearer the room's physical door as if he'd just stepped through it. as before, there are subtle changes to his behaviour. his body language is more deliberate — colder. his accent has lost that torontonian drawl when he speaks: ）
Wine?
（ it's said with a faint, cruel amusement — a man knowing that his prisoner is in no position to accept. but he pours two glasses anyway, at the running board along one wall. the clink of glass gives away that he has both in one hand as he approaches the bed and sits not on it, but in a chair nearby. ）