[Oh goddess that hurts so much, he's barely able to breathe. He can't form many words because he's alternating pained noises with trying to breathe enough to stay conscious, but he does manage a broken litany of please and stop.]
[He's not really thinking about that promise, the pain is just. It's a lot. He can't handle it, and he'll promise whatever H wants if he'll make it stop. Even though some part of him is... Getting flushed at the attention, even at the pain itself. There's pleasure even in being abused like this, because it is, at least, not being alone and untouched.
But even for Phoenix that agony isn't something he exactly wants to prolong.]
[Oh. This is actually worse. Even though his arm remains in terrible pain, both of them do, the sudden loss of contact, touch, has him panicking, absolutely flung into terror.]
[The rising pitch of panic in his voice is breathless, high, he's trying to move, sit up, it hurts like nothing else in the world but he's trying to reach with his less mangled arm. He can't, really, it barely moves, but he's ready to crawl towards H's voice on his face and with his knees if he has to.]
[He chokes on a sob and he's moving, painfully, forcing the less mangled of his arms to work at least enough to get him on his side and then his belly. That much hurts so much he's screaming, but then he can kind of inch forward on his knees and chest. He nearly blacks out a few times in pain but hey, good thing he's actually very sturdy.]
[Oh. Well. At least he's getting contact again? He's screaming but somehow getting his knee broken is more calming than being left totally alone so he'll just cry without moving or saying anything.]
[Better! H just... wants to feel wanted. Needed. He'll do anything to have someone completely focused on him. Anything to make someone look at only him, forever.]
Fine.
[Sure. He's just gonna sit on him again then, and shove his hands up the remains of Phoenix's shirt.]
I'll touch you until you can't think of anything else.
[He gasps, because, well? He might have felt H up but he wasn't expecting it, and it feels... Nice? As nice as any touch, while also being overwhelming.
Maybe those words should be menacing but they just have him... Blushing. Honestly. This is worlds and worlds better than the mirror.]
[It's definitely nicer than being beaten with a shovel. H's touch is fevered, needy, eagerly running over Phoenix's battered skin. He's feeling his abs, his chest, touching everything he can reach.]
[I mean his abs are actually very nice for a guy with such a cute baby face so. He's whining, softly, keening in half pain and a lot of pleasure at just being touched. A lot of confusion too because he shouldn't be as into this as he is but since he can't do a murder the crazy ghost isn't that interested right now, so he's not even mad so much as distressed and exceedingly needy.]
Is... Is this...? What you wanted?
[Is it what H really wants? Obviously but if it was why throw him in a mirror twice? This would have been fine from the start, wouldn't it?]
[Yes. He wants to possess someone in every way. He wants to make them suffer- Oh, there's an idea. He digs his nails in to the skin of Phoenix's chest and rips, ruthlessly, right down to his navel.]
[He makes little pained noises with each scratch, whimpering in a way that's both erotic and just completely wrecked. It hurts a lot, jagged pain everywhere, but he can't deny he wants the attention.]
[Now he's got cute marks on his face! And he's whimpering again against H's lips at the fingers against his throat, the way it all hurts and yet kind of makes him feel euphorically alive.
The kiss, though, any kind of affection, is far more craved than the pain, and he tries desperately to reciprocate.]
[It's cute. The pain, the neediness, the way he has Phoenix's life in his hands. It's so... good. H needed this. He also needs to flatten out his hands and choke him while they kiss because, y'know, why not?]
[It's hard to kiss and be strangled, so he's not really... managing to kiss back anymore, making soft choked sounds of distress as he tries to breathe and can't get quite enough air in his lungs between H kissing him and strangling him.
He's not dying but it's pretty panic-inducing anyway. The adrenaline from it is actually pretty intense, in a not unpleasant way, just the strangling is kind of, well. It's a pretty mixed feeling of confused want and fear.]
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[Oh goddess that hurts so much, he's barely able to breathe. He can't form many words because he's alternating pained noises with trying to breathe enough to stay conscious, but he does manage a broken litany of please and stop.]
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[Cause otherwise he's just twisting these bones into pieces.]
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[He's not really thinking about that promise, the pain is just. It's a lot. He can't handle it, and he'll promise whatever H wants if he'll make it stop. Even though some part of him is... Getting flushed at the attention, even at the pain itself. There's pleasure even in being abused like this, because it is, at least, not being alone and untouched.
But even for Phoenix that agony isn't something he exactly wants to prolong.]
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[He's stopped! How sweet of him. But then he stands up, leaving Phoenix temporarily alone in the dark.]
How badly do you want me to touch you?
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H--Please, I'll do anything, please, don't go, don't go, don't go--
[The rising pitch of panic in his voice is breathless, high, he's trying to move, sit up, it hurts like nothing else in the world but he's trying to reach with his less mangled arm. He can't, really, it barely moves, but he's ready to crawl towards H's voice on his face and with his knees if he has to.]
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[But he's staying juuust out of reach.]
I won't leave you. But if I'm going to touch you, I want to know you really want it. That you want me.
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[He chokes on a sob and he's moving, painfully, forcing the less mangled of his arms to work at least enough to get him on his side and then his belly. That much hurts so much he's screaming, but then he can kind of inch forward on his knees and chest. He nearly blacks out a few times in pain but hey, good thing he's actually very sturdy.]
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[He's so close, he can shove Phoenix back over with his foot! ...And then stomp on his knee.]
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[He could mirror you at any time buddy.]
So tell me. What do you really want me to do? Should I make you feel better?
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P-please.
[He doesn't even know what H wants him to say but he'll say it, he'll say almost anything at this point.]
Touch me?
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Fine.
[Sure. He's just gonna sit on him again then, and shove his hands up the remains of Phoenix's shirt.]
I'll touch you until you can't think of anything else.
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Maybe those words should be menacing but they just have him... Blushing. Honestly. This is worlds and worlds better than the mirror.]
Y-yes.
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This is good too.
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Is... Is this...? What you wanted?
[Is it what H really wants? Obviously but if it was why throw him in a mirror twice? This would have been fine from the start, wouldn't it?]
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[Yes. He wants to possess someone in every way. He wants to make them suffer- Oh, there's an idea. He digs his nails in to the skin of Phoenix's chest and rips, ruthlessly, right down to his navel.]
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[Speaking of which hes making sure that satchel is far across the room.]
But I won't let you go.
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If you'll...Keep it. Then go ahead.
[If H keeps part of him then he cares enough, hasn't actually abandoned him, it'll be fine.]
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[And that's not what he wants! So instead he's just gonna c o v e r Phoenix in scratches.]
You can't stay with me if you're dead.
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I'm not--I'm not going anywhere.
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[Hmmmm maybe he'll claw his face too. Yup. Good plan. Claw it, then kiss Phoenix again while digging his nails into his throat.]
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The kiss, though, any kind of affection, is far more craved than the pain, and he tries desperately to reciprocate.]
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He's not dying but it's pretty panic-inducing anyway. The adrenaline from it is actually pretty intense, in a not unpleasant way, just the strangling is kind of, well. It's a pretty mixed feeling of confused want and fear.]
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