The idea warms him. It's not humiliation for him, it's display. People will see it, might even ask about it. Even if he passes it off, he knows the truth, and it'll make him think of this moment and everything that'll come after. Poison tries not to squirm. "Fuck yes," he sighs.
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Date: 2016-10-17 07:56 pm (UTC)