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Among other things. Didn't I promise to give you something?

yeah
you did

[ Turns out the beast can use a camera: Bob gets a video of a top-down perspective, showing his stomach and his cock in someone's mouth. Easy to guess they're from Saltburnt's staff, opening their eyes to look at Da-Lua before he barks an order to keep them closed and their mouth wide open. He's grabbing their hair to keep them in place when they try to pull away, to push them back down when they succeed, struggling through a gag reflex. His body is human, cock and all, no scales or tail to help his partner along, pure selfishness in the recording. Tears and excess saliva add to the sheen of sweat on the person's skin, and yet they smile on their next break to breathe. The video cuts before Bob gets a chance to find out if Da-Lua came on their tongue or on their face. ]

There. You've earned it.

[ the reward galvanises. irritates. loops back around to being stupidly attractive. ]

jesus

[ having been in that spot, on his knees and breathless for da-lua himself, only makes it worse. muscle memory of claws in his hair, trying and failing to cut his flesh. da-lua’s frustration like an intoxicant, scales rippling under his palm as bob shoved him back.

he strips his cock and figures da-lua knows he’s doing it. that he’s thinking about being the staff and being da-lua and watching da-lua take so can learn how to do it himself. of how da-lua had to use abilities hidden from view to match bob and vice versa, but he isn’t using them now. because there isn’t anybody like them here — we deserve more becomes you deserve more. and he knows this path ends in a nuclear ego trip but it starts with something equally familiar and sorely missed. a rush that hits like morphine, like adrenaline, like power. like hauling embry out of the pound and fucking his mouth after. it has him coming all over himself, hand working toward the wrong side of rough and all the better for it. arm slung across his face, as if anyone can see him. ]

you keep busy

[ the message of a man who definitely did not spend the intervening seconds to minutes jerking it. please respect his privacy at this time. ]

[ He can guess what takes Bob his while to send another text — and if he's wrong, he'll simply choose to believe he's right — grinning when that lands on his inbox. ]

I'm dangerous when I get bored.

[ His entertainment comes from starting fires in people, getting a reaction so he can smile back at his work. All the better when they do something, instead of just sticking to threats that go out like the end of a candle. ]

Maybe I should be doing something else.

[ ‼️ ]

maybe
something on your mind?

We're both covered in some fluid or another. I'm thinking we either help each other clean up or make things worse for the staff. Up to you.

[ However. ]

You never meant to send that to me, did you.

not even a little bit

[ :) ]

you’re really gonna come find me looking like that?

If you tell me who's missing out.

[ hm. not wanting da-lua anywhere near yelena vs knowing yelena can handle herself.

a compromise, in the form of the only other person he would have sent it to — ]

bucky

[ — who happens to be exceptionally durable and intolerant of bullshit. ]