"Hush." It's soft, nearly gentle, accompanied by Miles's hand in their roughly-cut hair, sliding his fingers through the mutilated strands, as if admiring his handiwork. The shorn curls are everywhere, mixing with the grime and old blood on the ground, one more layer to add to the mess he keeps Kurt kneeling in. The knife is still in his hand as he tips their face up, sets the point to the underside of their chin.
"You know how I feel about you stopping in the middle of your duties, Kurt," he says very softly, the thin edge of the knife sliding smoothly against their throat, so sharp that it's almost imperceptible when he increases the pressure just slightly, when their flesh parts before it. Only when rivulets of blood begin to weep from the hairline cut Miles has opened up is it even evident he's hurt them.
The hand in Kurt's hair goes tight, fingers curling like iron to hold them still, and Miles slowly drags the knife over the bandages around Kurt's throat, to the coarse neckline of the dress he keeps them wearing whenever he isn't using them. A flick, and one of the buttons tumbles loose, cut free in a blindingly quick motion. "Undress. I'm going to need to see some more of you, if I'm going to forgive you." The blade is traced slowly over Kurt's swollen, rounded chest, Miles's intention clear -- usually he's content with their mouth, but more and more recently he's wanted his hands on their chest, squeezing and groping at the sensitive, swollen buds, pillowing his cock between them.
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Date: 2023-12-04 01:16 am (UTC)"You know how I feel about you stopping in the middle of your duties, Kurt," he says very softly, the thin edge of the knife sliding smoothly against their throat, so sharp that it's almost imperceptible when he increases the pressure just slightly, when their flesh parts before it. Only when rivulets of blood begin to weep from the hairline cut Miles has opened up is it even evident he's hurt them.
The hand in Kurt's hair goes tight, fingers curling like iron to hold them still, and Miles slowly drags the knife over the bandages around Kurt's throat, to the coarse neckline of the dress he keeps them wearing whenever he isn't using them. A flick, and one of the buttons tumbles loose, cut free in a blindingly quick motion. "Undress. I'm going to need to see some more of you, if I'm going to forgive you." The blade is traced slowly over Kurt's swollen, rounded chest, Miles's intention clear -- usually he's content with their mouth, but more and more recently he's wanted his hands on their chest, squeezing and groping at the sensitive, swollen buds, pillowing his cock between them.