[ Xanxus was never surprised when it came to his men. He asked for something and it got fucking done, like now. If they let him down, they damn well knew the consequences Weren't Good.
When he steps into his office and finds a tied up, blind folded, and gagged Sawada Tsunayoshi, he isn't surprised. Just mildly impressed by how fast it was done, and wanted it done faster next fucking time he demanded it.
For a moment, he's going to ignore Sawada in lieu of pouring himself a glass of something strong. Xanxus kicks his feet up onto the desk as he plops his ass down in his top of the line luxury chair. He even swishes the glass around for a moment, staring at it's contents, before he takes a long drink.
Damn, that's good Whiskey. ]
YES for my record, that's bondage, sensory deprivation, orgasm play, and fucking machines.
[He had been completely blindsighted by this, a few men grabbing him and just running off with him; not a good start to anything at all! And before he knew it, he was thrown on some random couch, gasping, and crying out for some freedom.
He was left in his boxers and a tank top, knees tied and up, with his hands tied to them. He chokes around the gag. He can hear someone but he's not sure who it is. So he tries to make some sounds. As a please hear me and free me sort of thing.
[ Aah, muffled sounds and that scrappy fucking voice that so easily got on his nerves. Xanxus hadn't requested the gag, but bravo to his boys for doing it. Not that he'd ever give a shit enough to tell them. Fuck them. However, it meant he didn't have to hear Sawada screaming for help and begging him later on.
He sat there casually, watching the worm squirm just over the top of his glass. Soon, he drains the contents and slams the solid, thick bottomed glass atop his desk.
Still, he says nothing. There were things Xanxus thought he wanted to do to Sawada, but so many more suddenly sprang to mind that sounded so much better, given the filth's attire. Who said revenge wasn't something he was actually going to serve? Fuck them. They were wrong.
Dropping heavy boot-clad feet to the flood, he stood in a graceful manner that was all his own - long legs and a wide gait as he strode toward the heap on his couch. In an instant, he bent over to do little more than pick Sawada up and sling him over his shoulder.
There was a better place for this, and Lussuria better fucking vacate it. Now. ]
[Even while nothing was happening, he's got a sense of panic just sweeping around his body. Causing him to panic completely; breaths getting very deep and his nerves were completely shot.
Then the slam of the glass, and he's struggling all over again. Not much... he's not that strong, but he doesn't want what's about to happen... to happen! He still had no idea who it was, even as he was over his shoulder, shaking his head rapidly.
Oh god, please let him go. All he could do was think it! Because he was in big trouble!]
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vongoladecimo) wrote2013-05-15 06:19 pm
How about we pull from 2, 6, 10, and 16 in The Sexual?
When he steps into his office and finds a tied up, blind folded, and gagged Sawada Tsunayoshi, he isn't surprised. Just mildly impressed by how fast it was done, and wanted it done faster next fucking time he demanded it.
For a moment, he's going to ignore Sawada in lieu of pouring himself a glass of something strong. Xanxus kicks his feet up onto the desk as he plops his ass down in his top of the line luxury chair. He even swishes the glass around for a moment, staring at it's contents, before he takes a long drink.
Damn, that's good Whiskey. ]
YES for my record, that's bondage, sensory deprivation, orgasm play, and fucking machines.
He was left in his boxers and a tank top, knees tied and up, with his hands tied to them. He chokes around the gag. He can hear someone but he's not sure who it is. So he tries to make some sounds. As a please hear me and free me sort of thing.
He really hopes someone is there!]
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He sat there casually, watching the worm squirm just over the top of his glass. Soon, he drains the contents and slams the solid, thick bottomed glass atop his desk.
Still, he says nothing. There were things Xanxus thought he wanted to do to Sawada, but so many more suddenly sprang to mind that sounded so much better, given the filth's attire. Who said revenge wasn't something he was actually going to serve? Fuck them. They were wrong.
Dropping heavy boot-clad feet to the flood, he stood in a graceful manner that was all his own - long legs and a wide gait as he strode toward the heap on his couch. In an instant, he bent over to do little more than pick Sawada up and sling him over his shoulder.
There was a better place for this, and Lussuria better fucking vacate it. Now. ]
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Then the slam of the glass, and he's struggling all over again. Not much... he's not that strong, but he doesn't want what's about to happen... to happen! He still had no idea who it was, even as he was over his shoulder, shaking his head rapidly.
Oh god, please let him go. All he could do was think it! Because he was in big trouble!]