audition

[mjeevas]

The scene was dressed up like something out of a domestic advertisement. It was fake and showed a glimpse of something he wasn't actually offering, but there were enough snatches of reality in between to leave the future uncompromised. It wouldn't be anything this clean, this hopeful. The rooms were flooded with light and whatever warmth the

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[lionguard]

There was a moment with the handle held suspended inside of him when he thought that this man might stop, and the sound he made when it started to move in him was tight and choked and humiliating. It forced in hard and it was too fucking slick, thick with lube and too easy to move through him, the strokes of it long and deep and shoving him forward. His hands took his weight with every forward thrust, thighs spread and strained. No one had ever done this, had ever done anything like this to him, splitting him open with some foreign object never meant to be inside a human body. There was a wrongness to this fuck and it was crawling down his spine with the dull ache in his ass and the way his breath shuddered and tightened by alternate turns, every gasp, every pant audible in the too-quiet room

[lionguard]

The wall held steady against his back and there was nowhere to run to when Matt kissed him. It was too much to have to bear this. The heat that surged in him was too enormous to contain and he grasped uselessly at the wall behind him, wanting something to hold onto that wasn't this man, because if he touched him he didn't see how he would ever let go. His mouth opened under it and the taste of the man's mouth entered him as though it would never leave. He turned his head, not because he wanted to pull away but because he couldn't take it. There was no resistance in him to being turned to the wall. He put his hands to it, drenched and fevered with how much he needed

[mjeevas]

"I do want you." It wasn't worth the bother denying this when desire seemed to exist in every touch and stare. "I might even want you enough to choose you despite the fact that it'd be a stupid idea to do it, but I won't until I've finished seeing what kind of whore I can make out of you first

[lionguard]

The tile felt soothing against his face, like a cool hand caressing his cheek in the midst of a fever. He didn't move as the water turned off, leaving silence ringing in its place and the razor glided again over his skin to shave away even the finer hair along his back. In some way it was a relief to hear the man tell him that he wanted to degrade him more, wanted to make a whore out of him. It told him all he needed to do to make this man choose to own his entire life and if it twisted in him it only dragged out how much he wanted it, throwing the ugliness of his need at Matt's feet. He breathed raggedly as the man pulled him back and spread him open to shave between his legs, along his ass crack, bending instinctively with his hands against the tile and his head bowing between his shoulders

[mjeevas]

Seconds trembled in expectation. Even the way the razor swiped down Leon's thighs and how the man forced himself to stay still for this excited him. The thought of humiliating Leon and forcing him to ask for more appealed to him more than he could understand, the silence between them full of lust and tension. He wanted to cover the man's bared skin with kisses or throw Leon out of the building and into the streets, naked and ridiculous, to put him where other men could suppress the man's protests with force and fuck him raw. His mouth came close to Leon's shoulder, his hand caressing up the man's spine as he got to his feet. Leon's request to be fucked was thrilling and he wanted to fuck him. He just wanted to continue degrading him more

[lionguard]

It hurt so fucking badly to be denied. He pressed his face against the tile as the water washed over his skin and cleaned away the last traces of foam and cut hair, the spray of it between his legs making him twitch. He'd never felt need so strong that it was like a physical pain, never imagined that the desire to be fucked could be bad enough to twist in him this way like fingers gripping his intestines and he wanted to beg again but the words wouldn't work themselves out of him. Every time Matt spoke to him the invisible hand around his throat tightened and cut off breath and made him a useless, wordless thing, fighting to get his breath back, struggling with the effort just to ask for what he needed so fucking badly. Being denied was like a gut punch and knowing that Matt wouldn't stop making him degrade himself in the hopes that this man might finally fuck him made it hurt that much worse

[mjeevas]

It was intoxicating to watch Leon struggle with the idea of this. Having him simply agree wasn't enough, he liked the way it took Leon a moment to force himself to say the words and knowing the idea repulsed the man. It wouldn't have meant half as much otherwise. Making Leon debase himself like this was better than wasting the energy to do it to the man instead and it was so goddamn attractive, the way inhibition seemed to drag claws into hesitation and still end up smothered down in the name of lust. He didn't think about Leon's deal with the men who sent him here now, didn't want to think of it as anything but wanting between them. The desire in the other man was visible enough, drenching his voice and making him want to moan just to be close to him. He couldn't have made this easy for the man, not without cheapening the gesture. Fucking Leon without the clothes would have been meaningless, an empty fucking victory

[lionguard]

Every word Matt spoke seemed to settle at the top of his spine and then work its way down like fingers pressing along his vertebrae. They were left in the small of his back, in the pit of his stomach and in the way he was aching to have something inside of him again, to be roughly, mercilessly used. That hollow pain drove him away from the dresser when Matt told him to and he wanted to disobey but he couldn't have, not when desire was eating at his insides this way. It hurt so fucking much. He didn't have to look at Matt to feel the weight of his gaze or how much his own want was twisting in him and he wasn't trying to make this man marry him now, he wasn't doing anything but waiting to be fucked, obeying every edict in the hopes that the other man would give him what he'd promised. He went to the bed where the underthings were laid out, pulling on the garter first, rolling up the stockings one by one. The elastic of them pressed into the skin of his hairless thighs. Just the act of putting them on was choking him in humiliation and

[mjeevas]

Even just this half dressed sight of the man, caught in the stockings and panties made his mouth dry and his pulse feel like it was going to pound out of his control. His desire for him grew continuously, watching the humiliation writing itself on Leon made everything else feel unattractive and he did step forward to the bed when while the man held on to the corset as if he didn't know what he would do with it. He reached out, fingering the elastic of the panties, tracing beneath them along the man's ass, and he let go to take the corset from him, turning it and wrapping it around Leon's waist. "I wouldn't believe you to be a woman," he told Leon, "Even if we did paint your face like a whore and hide you behind dresses. But I still like the idea of it." He closed the corset around Leon while he spoke, tiny hooks meeting each other behind him and the urge to fuck him now was gripping him by the cock and making him nauseous with every attempt to hold back

[lionguard]

He couldn't understand what it was about this that attracted the man, that brought him in behind as though there was a force of gravity between them to pull him, his hands on Leon's skin making him flinch with how badly he wanted it. It couldn't have been how he looked in these garments, there couldn't have been anything about it that wasn't absurd and laughable and ugly in spite of the way Matt's hands helped to dress him, closing the corset around his waist. It relieved him to let him do it, to clutch at the bedspread until it dented beneath his fingers and listen to the man and try to understand. He didn't, even after Matt explained why he wanted to marry him over the rest but he was far too deep in the thick mire of his degradation to see it from the other side. Breathing was something he had to concentrate on just to remember how to do it. The wetness of the man's kiss crawled along his skin and he closed his eyes against the urge to beg for touch, for any touch