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[speakssoftly]

[Joshua looks at him for a long several moments

then struggles laboriously up to his knees without taking that hand, at least trying to get up to his feet by himself.]

[wagesofsin]

[Watching him with absolute enjoyment. Yes. Struggle. It's really cute?] That's the way. You can do it.

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[part of him is soothed by the praise, and the rest of him is screaming internally. but he doggedly forces himself to his feet even though once he's upright he's swaying fit to fall over at any moment.]

[wagesofsin]

[Offering his hand again but he won't force Joshua to take it.] Come along. One step at a time.

[speakssoftly]

[the temptation of contact is strong enough that he does, in fact, take it. he's out of it enough that he doesn't quite realize he's moving the goalposts.

he gets sort of distracted, though, by the touch, only faintly remembering he's supposed to be moving after a few moments of just holding Noah's hand. ]

[wagesofsin]

[It's so cute. He could just burst with how cute Joshua is. Humans especially are so diverse and stubborn and adaptable. What wonderful creatures. A little manipulation of the senses and some encouragement and look, Joshua's already taking his hand and moving on his words. What might he do in a week or a month or a year? He lifts Joshua's hand and kisses his fingers, stepping backwards and keeping eye contact.] It's only a little way. And I won't let you fall.

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[to be entirely fair, Joshua is kind of extremely susceptible to manipulation once he loses his tenuous grip on agency. double dose of hentai drug? more than enough to drag him right out of trying to even perform personhood.

even so, he doesn't trust Noah. he's with it enough for that. so the kiss is tolerated, cute, makes him blush a little deeper, but the promise not to let him fall gets a hysterical little chuckle, even as he doesn't look away. he steps forward unsteadily.]

[wagesofsin]

[It's cute!! And he's met all kinds of humans, ones that would resist to the last vestiges of sanity and ones that would have crumbled already, so it's always... Very cute. How diverse people are. He smiles! Encouraging! And steps back slowly, leading Joshua. He certainly will catch Joshua if he falls on his face, but other more metaphorical types of falling are another thing altogether.] You're doing quite well. Very few would be strong enough to have made it this far. You should be very proud of yourself.

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[joshua hadn't really realized that there was more room for him to fall, until the shit hit the fan. but here he is.

he's not responding to Noah verbally but he is tackling the walk in a carefully measured sort of way, or at least as much as is possible with how compromised he is. whether that comes down to his own pride or a drive not to disappoint... well, he doesn't have a whole lot of pride.]

[wagesofsin]

[He's smiling and encouraging the whole way. It's honestly delightful and he's delighted. He's not in a hurry, all of this is part of the fun. He's stroking Joshua's fingers with his thumb, sometimes curling his fingers to trace little circles on Joshua's palm, light touches that would normally be pleasant without aphro enhancing them. In any case it may seem like a long walk back to the bed for Joshua but it really takes like a minute or two depending on how unsteady he is.]

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[Noah's touches are distracting enough that he nearly does fall a couple of times, in spite of the intense level of care he puts into every footstep. it does take closer to two minutes for them to get to the room, but once they cross the threshold joshua pauses. he'd briefly hyperfocused hard enough to lose track of the goal here, and it's all coming back at the sight of the bed and bondage equipment.]

[wagesofsin]

[:D He doesn't tug Joshua in, just smiles as he watches the look on his face that registers he's remembered what all this is for.] You're almost there.

[speakssoftly]

[. . .

squaring his shoulders and taking those last few steps, stubborn.]

[wagesofsin]

Marvelous. [He sits on the bed, pulling Joshua into his lad, arms wrapping around his waist with complete possessive assurance, like they've been lovers for years.] You know just one syringe was a double dose. You've had four times the suggested dosage and look at you, still managing to walk. [He kisses Joshua's neck.] You deserve to be rewarded, my darling pet. So strong and so obedient already.

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[he can't help leaning into every scrap of contact, head tipping back, entirely needy even as he complains in an unconvincing voice. his hands even curl into Noah's robe tightly.]

I didn't... do it for you...

[wagesofsin]

Yes of course, it was for yourself. [So amused, lips brushing Joshua's jaw.] One more test of your endurance. Do get undressed for me. [He leans back on his hands, abruptly leaving Joshua without his touch.] You know who I am and my business, so I shouldn't have to explain I like a show.

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[fuck.

joshua just... levels a glare at him for a few moments, which is probably pretty fucking hot with how flushed and breathless he is, and how very in Noah's lap he is.

but he lets go of Noah's robe and curls his fingers into the hem of his own shirt instead, hesitant.]

[wagesofsin]

[It's great. Honestly, what a waste as an assassin with a face this lovely.] Go on. [He encourages softly, not touching Joshua now, just enjoying the boy in his lap.]

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[he hates this. he hates this so much. but it's hard to hold onto that, past the impenetrable fog of need. and there's relief in the future, not promised exactly, but since that relief is something of a threat as well...

he starts to tug up his shirt, slowly.]

[wagesofsin]

[He hums in approval, lifting a hand to trace his fingers over Joshua's unsurprisingly defined abs. A slight boy but one doesn't become an ouroboros assassin on looks.] Tell me, Joshua, even a tool has sexual fantasies. What are yours? A virgin in such a high stress job, surely not even they could entirely repress a young man's hormones.

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[he pauses when Noah touches him, glare breaking into a needy expression, his breath hitching helplessly.]

You... I don't have anything like that.

[not like, true, but.]

[wagesofsin]

Tell me. [It's a command, in fact.]

[speakssoftly]

[oh shit. THANKS CURSE, HE HATES YOU!!!!]

...Gangbangs, public use. Those sorts of things. Being owned.

[that is to say that noah's everything is hot but that this last part is definitely a coping mechanism for Weissmann Existing At Him]

[wagesofsin]

[Oh shit. Sure plenty of virgins have kinky thoughts but what an unexpected GEM. He has the best insight on what to keep, clearly.

Noah laughs in absolute delight, lifting his hands to cup Joshua's face.]

I'm afraid I must disappoint all but that last fantasy for now. You belong to me. And only I will be the one to teach you the pleasures of the flesh.

[Later though, he'll reward his cute pet with something nice.]

Still, keep undressing and tell me what you dream when you touch yourself, thinking about others touching you. Are you held down? Or perhaps passed around as your throat and ass are pounded raw?

Do you imagine being but a toy to relieve lust, barely able to keep up with the semen poured into and over you, or are you more active at first, a cock in every hand perhaps? Eagerly welcoming with both your holes like a needy, horny little slut?

Do answer in detail.

how's that sleep going

[speakssoftly]

[Joshua makes a frustrated noise even as he leans desperately into Noah's hands. he hates this, but the contact makes it so much better, and he's visibly affected by Noah's words as well. he hates that his own body keeps betraying him, that his own lips keep spilling things to be used against him.

he finishes pulling off his shirt, slowly, both as the tease that is demanded of him but also to put off having to say anything. but that only lasts so long.]

It's usually just... me being a tool for their pleasure. Sometimes I'm tied up but sometimes I'm not, but I'm not... an active participant that chose to be there. No matter how much I like it in the end, I'm always forced, or at least pretending to be.

[his face is burning as he speaks, and he tosses his shirt aside and drops his hands to unfasten his pants.]

It's not always just me being fucked, too. Sometimes it's women or even other men using my cock for themselves as well. Not letting me come, or making me come again and again until I'm begging them to stop.