Forgive him...oh but he would, even if the teeth against his face and throat hurt and have his heart racing, an uncomfortable mixture of pain and pleasure overriding his senses. Suddenly he is all of ten summers again and he has wings and a beak, while Ifrit's sharp toothed muzzle bit and tore at feathers and flesh...
He shakes the memory from his mind, heart thumping against his ribs, practically threatening to burst forth as Clive grinds against his thigh and keeps him pinned. No...no he can't. They cannot. He does not want to relive another instance of Clive committing an act against him that he will surly regret. He is out of his mind and Joshua needs to bring him back.
But how?
"Clive-! Stop! Think about what you are doing!"
He can feel blood and spit, both sticky against his face and throat and it takes every ounce of his own self resolve to not descend into a moment of pure panic.
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Date: 2025-12-10 02:03 am (UTC)He shakes the memory from his mind, heart thumping against his ribs, practically threatening to burst forth as Clive grinds against his thigh and keeps him pinned. No...no he can't. They cannot. He does not want to relive another instance of Clive committing an act against him that he will surly regret. He is out of his mind and Joshua needs to bring him back.
But how?
"Clive-! Stop! Think about what you are doing!"
He can feel blood and spit, both sticky against his face and throat and it takes every ounce of his own self resolve to not descend into a moment of pure panic.
"You do not want this..."