[ It hurts. Eddie takes each hit as best he can, making as little noise as possible. Those enormous brown eyes full with tears after the hit to his gut reopens the healing bite wounds, his jaw chattering. They're not finished - he's bruised and bloody and hurting in a way he never really has before, wanting to hurt back, but...
But Billy's distress is genuine. Eddie lets out a ragged gasp, and spits blood, reaching to stroke those golden curls, murmuring words of praise like this isn't opening old wounds of his own. memories of being small and helpless against a man he trusts when there's not something coursing through his veins.
If Billy ever hit him outside the bedroom, outside his consent, this would be a different story. its just the shit hand they've been dealt. ]
We'll use safe words next time, sunshine. I promise.
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But Billy's distress is genuine. Eddie lets out a ragged gasp, and spits blood, reaching to stroke those golden curls, murmuring words of praise like this isn't opening old wounds of his own. memories of being small and helpless against a man he trusts when there's not something coursing through his veins.
If Billy ever hit him outside the bedroom, outside his consent, this would be a different story. its just the shit hand they've been dealt. ]
We'll use safe words next time, sunshine. I promise.