[With a measured gasp at the sensation of it, Legato braces against the couch to compensate for the motion. With how lost he is in the sense of yielding to his master as much as he can, he can't hope to catch the low, gratified sound that leaves him.
The thing that sends the greatest thrill through him is that Knives is in control of everything, like this. Knives can fuck him as deeply as he wants, choose his pace, try and find what he likes best. He can take whatever he wants.]
[Knives keeps moving until he has pushed all the way into Legato's body. He groans and leans forward to find the best angle for him to start to move. He's still learning how to do this but each time with Legato he has more certainty and control.
He keeps his hands on Legato's hips for now and lets that grip guide him forward and then slowly back.]
[Knives can watch Legato's ribs stretch as he takes slow, heated breaths, focusing on allowing his master to have him completely, and forcibly overwriting every bad memory that comes up with what is happening now.
It will probably return to haunt him later, but for now, there is something intoxicating about his master finally taking the place of those people who had ruined him so long ago.]
[Knives still isn't entirely used to how much he enjoys this. He loves watching as Legato's body takes him. He keeps the movement of his hips slow at first, enjoying the way this looks and feels. However, he can't control himself for very long and the pace of his thrusts.
His hands stop holding onto Legato's hips so he can touch Legato's back and reach up into his hair. He doesn't pull just yet, but the way his fingers slip into Legato's hair tease at that.]
[With Knives, everything affectionate is little more than a threat for what will come after, and Legato finds himself leaning into it. He never lets himself believe that soft gestures are anything other than that, but he'll gladly take the pain.
He hardly notices when he tilts his head against the fingers in his hair, focusing on being compliant and obedient, reveling in Knives doing whatever he wants with him.]
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The thing that sends the greatest thrill through him is that Knives is in control of everything, like this. Knives can fuck him as deeply as he wants, choose his pace, try and find what he likes best. He can take whatever he wants.]
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He keeps his hands on Legato's hips for now and lets that grip guide him forward and then slowly back.]
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It will probably return to haunt him later, but for now, there is something intoxicating about his master finally taking the place of those people who had ruined him so long ago.]
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His hands stop holding onto Legato's hips so he can touch Legato's back and reach up into his hair. He doesn't pull just yet, but the way his fingers slip into Legato's hair tease at that.]
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He hardly notices when he tilts his head against the fingers in his hair, focusing on being compliant and obedient, reveling in Knives doing whatever he wants with him.]