[Nothing to worry about! Whatsoever! Particularly not the feeling of wanting to be as far away from this as possible!
Levity kisses back, less hesitant now but still not particularly enthusiastic--because it's a little hard to be so when most of your brain is freaking the fuck out and you're not yet good at controlling your body through stress and fear.
And speaking of fear, that hand on his neck sure makes his heart beat faster! But totally in a good way, right!]
Absinthe exhales into the kiss, rocking into him -- getting friction as he tightens that grip around him, just to the point that Levity will really struggle for breath. the kiss certainly won't help, either. ]
[HAVE YOU HEARD OF ASKING PERMISSION YOU GRODY GARBAGEMAN!!!!!!
It's definitely not helping, and what doesn't help is that Levity gasps in surprise at first, further depriving himself of air. The sensations on his lower body are pretty lost in comparison to the grip on his throat; Levity tries to struggle feebly, pull away from the kiss, get some air in his lungs.
Perhaps the worst part of it all is the tiniest glimmer of a thrill somewhere deep within.]
Absinthe laughs breathless into the kiss, enjoying the thrill that runs through him at the way Levity struggles and tries to pull away. with the grip on his throat there's nowhere really he can go, and Absinthe rocks messily against him as the grip on his throat only tightens. ]
For Levity, everything is just... a mess of conflicting sensations. Between the mere physical response to the stimulation, the way his inner vision darkens from the lack of air, the more base fear of death and the pain of the grip on his throat - well, he doesn't even particularly have the strength left to try and fight back. There's a choked little sound from him as Absinthe tightens his hold and Levity's chest jolts as his body desperately tries to find something to breathe.]
his grip tightens and tightens further still, till it's bruising around Levity's neck, till it's almost like he's trying to crush his throat entirely --
and then he lets off the pressure all at once; letting Levity have that brief freedom, that gasp in, as Absinthe's clothed erection twitches against the insides of his legs. ]
[im not shaming his kinks im shaming him for not knowing basic consent!!!!
The longer air is denied him, the further Levity's blind panic rises. The body has a mind of its own and, as his consciousness is pushed aside, he starts struggling again, scrabbling at the hand around his throat ineffectively, tears welling up in his eyes as he realizes that this is it, he's going to die, he's going to die--
And then suddenly he's released.
Levity falls back, hands flying to his throat, gulps air madly. He doesn't register what else Absinthe might be doing - he's barely aware of his presence at the moment, really. He shudders, weak and tense at the same time, tears streaming down his face. The next nervous gasp of air becomes a small sob. Good job, Absinthe, ruined a perfectly good Ancient is what you did, look at him he's got trauma.]
[ non heart Absinthe will feel genuinely remorseful over this
this aspect of Absinthe, though doesn't at all. there's a twisted smile that slides across his face as he watches those tears streaming down Levity's own; he leans up again to kiss and lick at them, before kissing Levity fully and properly on the mouth even if he's still gasping for air. ]
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[thank fuck regular absinthe isn't at least as much of an asshole as this one. the bar is below the floor at this point. like, really far below.
Levity shudders and whimpers at that touch to his face, his mind scrambled enough at this point that he can't tell whether it's unpleasant or not. The kiss, too, takes him by surprise, eliciting another helpless noise from him, but... it doesn't feel bad. It's so much better than the painful grip on his throat, and right now Levity will gladly take anything over that again--
--and besides... there's a sense of being... rewarded, in a way. The first time it was Absinthe being angry with him, a punishment of sorts, but maybe this time it was more of a test. Did he do good? Maybe if he does good Absinthe will be kind to him again. If they're going to do this, don't let it be so steeped in negative feelings.
Maybe it was his fault, anyway. He shouldn't have brought Somnus up. It's not his place, not when he barely knows anything.
Maybe it was his fault. Didn't Cosmo tell him to be careful with Absinthe's heart? Isn't it that Levity hurt Absinthe? He should be kinder. He's supposed to be. He doesn't want to hurt his friends. He should stop being so selfish. It was his own mistake.]
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[ there's that sickly sweet tone again, though Absinthe's breath is rough with his own arousal - - he pets the side of Levity's face before cupping his bruised neck. his touch is gentle again, like it is a reward of some sort, though it may not be clear as to what the reward is for. ]
I wouldn't kill you. You realize as much, yes?
[ his fun would be over far too soon! his hand drops and curls around Levity's cock and there's another warm jolt of pleasure again, more so than what would be normal. ]
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[That... that touch is welcome. It's better than pain, and he can--he can remember that Absinthe does care for him. It's not wrong that it feels good. It's not wrong.
Levity rocks his hips up into the touch slightly, his face flushed both with the aftermath of being choked and the newly budding desire.]
[ there's not a trace of actual empathy there, but at least for the moment there's no pain - - just the firm glide of his hand over him, the friction of Absinthe's facial hair against him as he kisses his cheek. ]
But you're doing so well.
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[The... not exactly coldness but a certain measure of emptiness of those words does make a part of Levity curl up further in fear, but... He can at least distract himself from it with the physical sensations. He breathes out slowly, almost smiles at the kiss, brings up a hand to stroke Absinthe's cheek, too. Scritchy.]
Thank you... C-Can you warn me next time? So I don't... So you could...
[He trails off nervously, worried about the corner he's running himself into in his hurry to explain why the request would be beneficial for Absinthe.]
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[ Absinthe laughs, and Levity doesn't get "punished" for it but his hand does leave his cock entirely; he's freed himself at this point and can spread Levity's legs further apart, then slide his palms up the undersides of them to hook under his knuckles and push his legs up. ]
[Absinthe gets to enjoy (because he's that much of a creepy fuck) the look of utter horror and despair on Levity's face as the words sink in. "What does it matter"?
The realization that there really is no consideration given to him here, that neither his protests nor enjoyment actually mean anything, that he's denied basic humanity... It hits harder than anything else could, pushing him past being angry or disgusted and into the terrified, cowering emptiness.
His mind strays to the nails in his pocket. He can't hurt this... he can't hurt him, but maybe he could kill himself somehow. But he doesn't know how, and he's terrified of more pain, and maybe if he just... does whatever this Absinthe wants, he'll be allowed to go eventually.
Levity looks aside, every sensation registering with painful clarity yet curiously distant. Like he's just... watching a memory. Like it's not really happening, not really. He starts to open his mouth to give some kind of answer, but gives up. No. It doesn't matter and he should shut up before he makes it worse again.
Five was right. Vergil was right. Jason was right. He's just a naive idiot. Well, when--if--he gets out, he can tell them they were right.]
[ good job Levity! this Absinthe certainly does enjoy that look of horror -- there's that vicious smile, the pure sadistic thrill that crosses his expression, again, and a laugh as his bare shaft presses up against the inside of Levity's thigh and rocks there. ]
Ah. Have you realized exactly what position you are in, now? And here I thought that you would never catch on.
[ -- and already, he's angling himself, pressing up against Levity's entrance with no foreplay or preparation. ]
[Levity closes his eyes and doesn't answer. His skin crawls at the thought of what's going on, of what's about to happen, but he's far too shaken and scared to do anything about it. You might resist at first, but as the beating continues all you can do is curl up and wait until either they get bored or satisfied or you die.
In a muzzy kind of way, he thinks about the nails in his pocket again. He probably could move his hand, especially if he does it slowly enough. Take one. Then... what? Throat. Jugular. Does he remember where it is, exactly? What if he can't put enough force into it to break skin? The thought of just... half-mutilating himself, not enough to actually die, and being left at this man's mercy... It's so much worse than anything else that might happen here.
Levity tries to focus on his breathing, trying to make his body relax - insofar as that's possible. He feels curiously lightheaded, and--ah, of course. Of course there's not going to be any preparation. That's not even surprising, at this point.]
[ Absinthe murmurs, disappointed! This Absinthe much preferred when Levity was more optimistic about things. when he has the slightest bit of hope that this Absinthe will show him any compassion. but, no -- there's none here, just the sadism, the worst parts of him all showing as an unpleasant surprise for Levity.
he thrusts forward with no more preamble, hissing at the friciton of it -- it's not exactly pleasurable for him either but the mental aspect of this more than makes up for it. knowing he's fucking him dry, know what that's going to inflict on top of everything else with him, his hands gripping his hips. ]
[Yeah well your tastes fucking suck. Also you literally ruined it yourself, idiot, no one was forcing you to be like "btw i WONT be nice to you in the slightest"
Levity feels like most of his mind withdraws somewhere far, far away. Only some most basic layer remains, unfortunately enough to still register the feeling. Levity makes a choked, pained grunt as Absinthe presses in, his breath coming faster and faster as his body tries to deal with pain, more tears welling up in his eyes. It hurts and it hurts and Levity wishes he was dead.
A part of him wants to struggle and protest again, but he knows that not only it's pointless now, it might just make things worse. So he simply lets himself cry quietly, eyes still closed so that he doesn't have to look at Absinthe anymore.]
[ Absinthe's breath comes out of him in a rush of laughter, as he sinks all the way into him, relentlessly -- not giving him the slightest chance of adjusting before he already starts to move, dry friction against his raw insides. he bends over him to be able to kiss at his face, messily in the meantime.
the angles also allows him more leverage -- for deep, lunging thrusts into him, though they aren't smooth at all with the lack of lubrication. that's obviously what Absinthe wants. there's no pretense now in doing anything for Levity's pleasure, even unwanted. ]
[It's even more painful than Levity was expecting, and he's pretty certain that something tears within him. He gives another pained sob, and despite his best efforts to stay quiet he can't help starting to cry in earnest as more and more of his psyche caves in under the brutal pressure. Weakly, he tries to push Absinthe's face away, turning his own to the side to retain at least a tiny measure of agency, trying to hide it in the crook of his elbow.]
[ Absinthe is at least quiet -- in the sense that he's not taunting Levity anymore, or teasing him at all. his mouth is occupied with rough moans as he fucks him, relishing in each one of those tears he sees falling down Levity's cheeks. he's not discouraged by the hand pushing at his face, either -- in fact he bites down at that hand, keeping it in his mouth. ]
It occurs to Levity a little too late that it wasn't a good idea to put his alive human hand in the vicinity of a cannibal's mouth. In panic, he gasps and tries to tug it back--he's in more than enough pain already, he doesn't want to get his hand eaten in addition to everything, he was hoping that after all... this... is done, he'd either be killed or sent back somehow. The thought that there's still more to come terrifies him, on top of the searing pain and the cruel humiliation... not helped in the least by the fact that his body tries to react to some part of all this with arousal. If he still had the presence of mind left for it, Levity would simply hope that Absinthe wouldn't be able to tell, not when Levity is already tight and shivering from the pain moreso than anything else.]
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Levity kisses back, less hesitant now but still not particularly enthusiastic--because it's a little hard to be so when most of your brain is freaking the fuck out and you're not yet good at controlling your body through stress and fear.
And speaking of fear, that hand on his neck sure makes his heart beat faster! But totally in a good way, right!]
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Absinthe exhales into the kiss, rocking into him -- getting friction as he tightens that grip around him, just to the point that Levity will really struggle for breath. the kiss certainly won't help, either. ]
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It's definitely not helping, and what doesn't help is that Levity gasps in surprise at first, further depriving himself of air. The sensations on his lower body are pretty lost in comparison to the grip on his throat; Levity tries to struggle feebly, pull away from the kiss, get some air in his lungs.
Perhaps the worst part of it all is the tiniest glimmer of a thrill somewhere deep within.]
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Absinthe laughs breathless into the kiss, enjoying the thrill that runs through him at the way Levity struggles and tries to pull away. with the grip on his throat there's nowhere really he can go, and Absinthe rocks messily against him as the grip on his throat only tightens. ]
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For Levity, everything is just... a mess of conflicting sensations. Between the mere physical response to the stimulation, the way his inner vision darkens from the lack of air, the more base fear of death and the pain of the grip on his throat - well, he doesn't even particularly have the strength left to try and fight back. There's a choked little sound from him as Absinthe tightens his hold and Levity's chest jolts as his body desperately tries to find something to breathe.]
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his grip tightens and tightens further still, till it's bruising around Levity's neck, till it's almost like he's trying to crush his throat entirely --
and then he lets off the pressure all at once; letting Levity have that brief freedom, that gasp in, as Absinthe's clothed erection twitches against the insides of his legs. ]
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The longer air is denied him, the further Levity's blind panic rises. The body has a mind of its own and, as his consciousness is pushed aside, he starts struggling again, scrabbling at the hand around his throat ineffectively, tears welling up in his eyes as he realizes that this is it, he's going to die, he's going to die--
And then suddenly he's released.
Levity falls back, hands flying to his throat, gulps air madly. He doesn't register what else Absinthe might be doing - he's barely aware of his presence at the moment, really. He shudders, weak and tense at the same time, tears streaming down his face. The next nervous gasp of air becomes a small sob. Good job, Absinthe, ruined a perfectly good Ancient is what you did, look at him he's got trauma.]
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this aspect of Absinthe, though doesn't at all. there's a twisted smile that slides across his face as he watches those tears streaming down Levity's own; he leans up again to kiss and lick at them, before kissing Levity fully and properly on the mouth even if he's still gasping for air. ]
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Levity shudders and whimpers at that touch to his face, his mind scrambled enough at this point that he can't tell whether it's unpleasant or not. The kiss, too, takes him by surprise, eliciting another helpless noise from him, but... it doesn't feel bad. It's so much better than the painful grip on his throat, and right now Levity will gladly take anything over that again--
--and besides... there's a sense of being... rewarded, in a way. The first time it was Absinthe being angry with him, a punishment of sorts, but maybe this time it was more of a test. Did he do good? Maybe if he does good Absinthe will be kind to him again. If they're going to do this, don't let it be so steeped in negative feelings.
Maybe it was his fault, anyway. He shouldn't have brought Somnus up. It's not his place, not when he barely knows anything.
Maybe it was his fault. Didn't Cosmo tell him to be careful with Absinthe's heart? Isn't it that Levity hurt Absinthe? He should be kinder. He's supposed to be. He doesn't want to hurt his friends. He should stop being so selfish. It was his own mistake.]
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[ there's that sickly sweet tone again, though Absinthe's breath is rough with his own arousal - - he pets the side of Levity's face before cupping his bruised neck. his touch is gentle again, like it is a reward of some sort, though it may not be clear as to what the reward is for. ]
I wouldn't kill you. You realize as much, yes?
[ his fun would be over far too soon! his hand drops and curls around Levity's cock and there's another warm jolt of pleasure again, more so than what would be normal. ]
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[That... that touch is welcome. It's better than pain, and he can--he can remember that Absinthe does care for him. It's not wrong that it feels good. It's not wrong.
Levity rocks his hips up into the touch slightly, his face flushed both with the aftermath of being choked and the newly budding desire.]
I... I'm sorry, it's just--instinctive reaction...
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[ there's not a trace of actual empathy there, but at least for the moment there's no pain - - just the firm glide of his hand over him, the friction of Absinthe's facial hair against him as he kisses his cheek. ]
But you're doing so well.
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Thank you... C-Can you warn me next time? So I don't... So you could...
[He trails off nervously, worried about the corner he's running himself into in his hurry to explain why the request would be beneficial for Absinthe.]
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[ there's a pause - - he waits for elaboration, his hand stopping on his cock. except for a squeeze that borders on painful around him.
he's also straightening, enough he can start undoing his own pants with one hand. ]
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S-So that, um... You could... do it for longer, and I wouldn't struggle as much...
[His voice is almost apologetic, as though he's scared of being punished for the suggestion.]
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But what does it matter if you struggle?
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The realization that there really is no consideration given to him here, that neither his protests nor enjoyment actually mean anything, that he's denied basic humanity... It hits harder than anything else could, pushing him past being angry or disgusted and into the terrified, cowering emptiness.
His mind strays to the nails in his pocket. He can't hurt this... he can't hurt him, but maybe he could kill himself somehow. But he doesn't know how, and he's terrified of more pain, and maybe if he just... does whatever this Absinthe wants, he'll be allowed to go eventually.
Levity looks aside, every sensation registering with painful clarity yet curiously distant. Like he's just... watching a memory. Like it's not really happening, not really. He starts to open his mouth to give some kind of answer, but gives up. No. It doesn't matter and he should shut up before he makes it worse again.
Five was right. Vergil was right. Jason was right. He's just a naive idiot. Well, when--if--he gets out, he can tell them they were right.]
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Ah. Have you realized exactly what position you are in, now? And here I thought that you would never catch on.
[ -- and already, he's angling himself, pressing up against Levity's entrance with no foreplay or preparation. ]
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In a muzzy kind of way, he thinks about the nails in his pocket again. He probably could move his hand, especially if he does it slowly enough. Take one. Then... what? Throat. Jugular. Does he remember where it is, exactly? What if he can't put enough force into it to break skin? The thought of just... half-mutilating himself, not enough to actually die, and being left at this man's mercy... It's so much worse than anything else that might happen here.
Levity tries to focus on his breathing, trying to make his body relax - insofar as that's possible. He feels curiously lightheaded, and--ah, of course. Of course there's not going to be any preparation. That's not even surprising, at this point.]
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[ Absinthe murmurs, disappointed! This Absinthe much preferred when Levity was more optimistic about things. when he has the slightest bit of hope that this Absinthe will show him any compassion. but, no -- there's none here, just the sadism, the worst parts of him all showing as an unpleasant surprise for Levity.
he thrusts forward with no more preamble, hissing at the friciton of it -- it's not exactly pleasurable for him either but the mental aspect of this more than makes up for it. knowing he's fucking him dry, know what that's going to inflict on top of everything else with him, his hands gripping his hips. ]
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Levity feels like most of his mind withdraws somewhere far, far away. Only some most basic layer remains, unfortunately enough to still register the feeling. Levity makes a choked, pained grunt as Absinthe presses in, his breath coming faster and faster as his body tries to deal with pain, more tears welling up in his eyes. It hurts and it hurts and Levity wishes he was dead.
A part of him wants to struggle and protest again, but he knows that not only it's pointless now, it might just make things worse. So he simply lets himself cry quietly, eyes still closed so that he doesn't have to look at Absinthe anymore.]
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the angles also allows him more leverage -- for deep, lunging thrusts into him, though they aren't smooth at all with the lack of lubrication. that's obviously what Absinthe wants. there's no pretense now in doing anything for Levity's pleasure, even unwanted. ]
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It occurs to Levity a little too late that it wasn't a good idea to put his alive human hand in the vicinity of a cannibal's mouth. In panic, he gasps and tries to tug it back--he's in more than enough pain already, he doesn't want to get his hand eaten in addition to everything, he was hoping that after all... this... is done, he'd either be killed or sent back somehow. The thought that there's still more to come terrifies him, on top of the searing pain and the cruel humiliation... not helped in the least by the fact that his body tries to react to some part of all this with arousal. If he still had the presence of mind left for it, Levity would simply hope that Absinthe wouldn't be able to tell, not when Levity is already tight and shivering from the pain moreso than anything else.]
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