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Yakitori
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Those blue optics of his do not demand anything from me. They do not demand submission. They do not demand obedience. They do not demand respect. They do not demand subordination...
They observe me, they soothe me, they bore into me, to my very spark... I should hate him for it, and perhaps I do, for making me feel comfortable and vulnerable at the same time.
I can feel him smiling at me from behind that facemask of his, but not a condescending smile, or a deceptive smile... Genuine, warm, and kind...
He says nothing as he pulls me down to his lap; he lets out a slight chuckle as I whimper in indignation...
Primus, he's got me whimpering already, and I've yet to even touch him... Already, those hands of his are busying themselves across my wings... Primus I can't stand it; not with that pressure, with that tenderness... I could bite my lip in two, I'm straining so hard not to make a noise... And then he stops.
And he stares at me, into my optics... I'm confused for a moment, but then I understand, as he gives me a slight nod and lowers his hands. He's giving me control. He is mine to torture, to tease... It's finally my turn to show him the delicious agony he's inflicted upon me countless times.
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