[Steve raises and drops a shoulder, letting his legs fall so that his feet hit the ground - he shifts away, bowed in on himself to hide his shame. He'd never been touched by anyone other than his master and while they had done many, many things together, it had never been anything like that. He can still see the man's face as he held him down, the harsh jut of his hipbones as he pushed into him over and over. Sex could be rough, it could be a lot of things - Steve had been trained first and then spent two decades with the same man, he knew what sex could be.
This wasn't sex. Well, it was sex, but not something he would have wanted. Steve believed in the law of the consort. He didn't belong to that man, if he had he might have liked it more. Or at all.]
No, I don't.
[He feels a little bubble of something long since repressed inside his chest - anger.]
I belong to my master's wife now. [Who didn't want him. Steve stands, pacing the few inches of space in front of him and decidedly not looking at Noiz.] Who doesn't want me and lends me out to others.
[His voice catches when he says that last part, cheeks burning.]
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This wasn't sex. Well, it was sex, but not something he would have wanted. Steve believed in the law of the consort. He didn't belong to that man, if he had he might have liked it more. Or at all.]
No, I don't.
[He feels a little bubble of something long since repressed inside his chest - anger.]
I belong to my master's wife now. [Who didn't want him. Steve stands, pacing the few inches of space in front of him and decidedly not looking at Noiz.] Who doesn't want me and lends me out to others.
[His voice catches when he says that last part, cheeks burning.]