[the drugs are nice too, but – he can get drugs anywhere. that had been one of the things he’d thrown in will’s face, back at the beginning, how replaceable he was, just one of a dozen of therapists brought in to perpetuate the myth that alvida gave a shit about the kid she’d scooped up at random out of the system. will had nodded and said nothing and written things down and then, when koby had pushed and pushed and pushed he’d bent him over and fucked him until he cried.
and that wasn’t so easily replaced. that and the way will cradles the back of his head like koby’s something breakable, something to be careful with, making his eyes flutter nearly-shut, vulnerable like an exposed throat. giveaways, every which way, reveals that not many get to see. will likes taking him apart, likes to explore the marrow and the meat.]
No, sir. [soft, shame-faced, bashful boy kicking at the ground with the toe of one scuffed sneaker. he doesn’t deserve it, but he demands it anyway, he asks for too much, youthful greediness. koby’s body goes softer, slack, melting into the shape of will holding him like a purring cat, completely surrendered.
there’s a pill on will’s tongue, and koby opens his mouth like he’s waiting for communion, the new(ish) metal stud in his tongue catching the light. and he waits, because he might not deserve it, but will’s going to give it to him, give him this and more and more and more, because koby’s never going to stop asking for it.]
no subject
and that wasn’t so easily replaced. that and the way will cradles the back of his head like koby’s something breakable, something to be careful with, making his eyes flutter nearly-shut, vulnerable like an exposed throat. giveaways, every which way, reveals that not many get to see. will likes taking him apart, likes to explore the marrow and the meat.]
No, sir. [soft, shame-faced, bashful boy kicking at the ground with the toe of one scuffed sneaker. he doesn’t deserve it, but he demands it anyway, he asks for too much, youthful greediness. koby’s body goes softer, slack, melting into the shape of will holding him like a purring cat, completely surrendered.
there’s a pill on will’s tongue, and koby opens his mouth like he’s waiting for communion, the new(ish) metal stud in his tongue catching the light. and he waits, because he might not deserve it, but will’s going to give it to him, give him this and more and more and more, because koby’s never going to stop asking for it.]