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Evan’s smile was blinding, even around the metal that filled his mouth.

He tightened the pincers, and Evan gave a happy little wiggle.

Quincy didn’t think he’d ever get over the way that Evan just let him do all of this. For twenty-six years Quincy hadn’t had control of anything in his world. And now, here was Evan, begging with every sound for Quincy to own him. To decide just how to tease or torture him.

Quincy surprised himself with how much he wanted to, well… to hurt Evan. It didn’t match with all of his feelings about keeping Evan safe. Yet, even when he’d bitten Evan two weeks ago, it hadn’t triggered his Protect protocols. The Dom mod Ben had cobbled together for him gave him a better understanding now.

He could rake his pincers down Evan’s chest until the lines showed up shiny and red, or bite all of that supple flesh until his teeth would leave bruises for days, or spank the bouncy globes of Evan’s ass… because the two of them fit together this way.

“You’re going to be my picture,” he told Evan, who clearly didn’t understand.

But that was alright. Quincy would show him.

He set about creating his masterpiece, drawing stripes along Evan’s long, lean canvas with the tips of his pincers.

He found Evan’s nipple. “Look at how sensitive you are!” he cooed. Then he pinched. And twisted.

Evan struggled beneath him, wrists tugging against his bonds. So Quincy tightened those claws, too.

Evan screamed around his full mouth, but his cock only pulsed harder, leaving wet streaks on Quincy’s chest. It was only when Evan had been arching and trembling for so long that tears dripped down his cheeks that Quincy stopped.

He pulled the hose tip out of Evan’s wet, red mouth, still keeping it coiled at his throat. “Did you like that?” he asked. He already knew the answer. He’d made his sub happy.

It took Evan a moment to turn his dazed eyes upward, liquid clinging to his lashes. “Yes.”

“This is the good crying, right?”

Evan nodded, still dragging in shuddering breaths.

“I like making you cry,” Quincy told him. “It’s… it’s so beautiful that it almost hurts me.”

“Oh, baby… I like crying for you. Whatever you want.” Evan raised his chin, begging for a kiss, and Quincy gave it to him. Soft and sweet.

“I’m really yours?” Evan asked, when their lips parted.

“You’re mine. I’m never letting you go,” he swore. Then added, “Not even if you beg me. I want to hear your screams, too. I want to… I want you to hurt for me.”

A shudder swept through Evan’s body, and his eyelids flickered. Almost like he’d come. “How did I get so lucky? Of course, that sweet, innocent face hides the heart of a sadist…”

Evan said it like it was an accusation, but he was joking. It was a good joke. “I can be both, can’t I? And you’ll be my beautiful, beautiful picture.” Quincy ran his fingers gently over all the places he’d scratched.

Evan’s chest bore red scratches. His nipples were puffy. He was a work of art. Quincy kissed all the places he’d hurt, working his way up to the coil around Evan’s neck.

Evan squirmed under him. “Will you fuck me now?” he whispered. “Please?”

“How?” He could work with his choices now. Toys. Fingers.

Evan gave the metallic cone-shaped bulb of his hose a meaningful look. “You. Your body.”

All of Quincy’s pistons stopped and then started again. “You really want that?”

“More than anything. I want you inside me.”

“How do I…?”

“Lube. Lots of lube. It’s under the bed. Er, I guess you know that.”

Quincy made his voice stern. “I know all about your naughty toys, Evan.”