[ Then there'll be plenty for Dave to like about Setsuna, because marking his territory happens to be a habit of this. Thoroughly marking, the kind of bruises that left you sore for weeks, the cuts that left you wondering just how stable he really was when it came down to it, wielding that tricky blade of his, staring with empty eyes and an empty face, an empty life for an empty man who knew only how to fight and little else.
Setsuna is guessing he won't forget, either, but considering that he'd lied to him from the very beginning, and was still lying whenever Dave might breathe Setsuna, a false name, he wouldn't put it past him. It's also hard to control himself, sometimes, in moments like these, where some deep, buried part of him whispers in his ears that he should just toss any trace of civility or sanity out the window and brutally fuck him, but the chip at least hasn't seized that control from him, not yet, and so he'll be clinging to it.
And wielding it tantalizingly over Dave's head, but he was a predator who enjoyed toying with his prey in a sexual sense. Just the nature of the beast. ]
Sensitive?
[ As if he even needs to confirm it, judging from the sort of reaction. Setsuna does it again, repeats the gesture, harder, rougher, half to annoy, half to arouse him further into a stupor as taut muscles flex at Dave's back and his free fingers claw down his spine, his ass. ]
This won't last long if you don't control yourself. Is that what you want to happen?
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Setsuna is guessing he won't forget, either, but considering that he'd lied to him from the very beginning, and was still lying whenever Dave might breathe Setsuna, a false name, he wouldn't put it past him. It's also hard to control himself, sometimes, in moments like these, where some deep, buried part of him whispers in his ears that he should just toss any trace of civility or sanity out the window and brutally fuck him, but the chip at least hasn't seized that control from him, not yet, and so he'll be clinging to it.
And wielding it tantalizingly over Dave's head, but he was a predator who enjoyed toying with his prey in a sexual sense. Just the nature of the beast. ]
Sensitive?
[ As if he even needs to confirm it, judging from the sort of reaction. Setsuna does it again, repeats the gesture, harder, rougher, half to annoy, half to arouse him further into a stupor as taut muscles flex at Dave's back and his free fingers claw down his spine, his ass. ]
This won't last long if you don't control yourself. Is that what you want to happen?