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#scarification is such sweet devotion though
kieran-granola · 7 months
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Hi saw your ask for kink prompts so.
Jaytim with CNC, bloodplay/scarification or them making their own sex tape. Any one or a mix works, I just wanted to give you options :)
When Tim picked up the scalpel, he thought it would be harder to keep his hand steady. He had braced himself for imperfect lines and uneven contours. He’d forced himself to make his peace with the unavoidable messiness of parting flesh, the unpredictable chaos of living canvas.
He needn’t have bothered.
Jason is almost perfectly still under him. His chest remains as steady as can be through every shallow breath he takes. Despite the pain he must be in, he doesn’t so much as twitch when the blade meets his skin.
Tim honors his discipline with a matching degree of control. Every incision is precise. Deep enough for red flowers to bloom across the vast expanse of Jason’s back, but shallow enough not to cause too much damage.
Of course, Tim will have to force Jason's skin into scarring properly over the next few weeks. The pattern is doomed to smudge a little in the process, to twist itself into knots. But the neater the base, the more likely it is that the end result will look good. And so Tim takes his time. He doesn’t linger, but he drags his blade slowly and carefully over the pattern he’s projecting on Jason’s skin.
It must be agony — a mixture of pain at the tearing of flesh, discomfort at the slowly drying blood, and tense anticipation. Still, Jason doesn't let out a single sound of protest. There's tension in the line of his shoulders, but the way he bites his lip looks more rapturous than tortured. As usual, he takes what Tim gives him with an ease that makes Tim's heart feel three sizes bigger.
Throat feeling tight with adoration, Tim finishes his work. He calmly wipes down his scalpel, then he pauses to admire his handiwork. The twists and whorls of the bloody mural he pressed into Jason's back look divine on his bronze skin.
For a second, Tim lets himself imagine what he'd do if he were an irresponsible master. He pictures himself licking the salt out of Jason's wounds. Rutting between the mounds of his ass and mixing his come with the blood dripping down his back. Sinking his fingers into the exposed parts of him and scratching at his bones until Jason loses his voice screaming.
Instead, he kisses Jason's nape softly. "You did so well, darling," he murmurs. "You're such a good boy."
Jason shivers from head to toe and closes his eyes, but he doesn't move.
Tim smiles. "I'm going to clean your back now. Then I'll bandage you up. And once I'm done, you'll get your reward. Alright, darling?"
"Yes, sir," Jason answers, voice low and broken. He sounds wrecked.
Tim lets out a shuddering breath and adjusts his pants before moving to do exactly as he said. He rubs antibacterial soap over Jason's wounds, following the same path he took while cutting into him. He rinses his back and pats it dry, before coating it with antiseptic ointment. Then, he loosely covers Jason's back with medical cling wrap and secures it with medical tape.
Once he's done, he discards his gloves, before helping Jason sit up.
Jason complies awkwardly. He looks like he's not entirely there. Every movement seems to be delayed, slow and graceless. His cheeks are red, his mouth swollen after the abuse he subjected it to while Tim was working on him. His hair is stuck to his temples with sweat.
Tim thinks he's never been more beautiful.
With an encouraging smile, he drops to his knees between Jason's legs and squeezes his thighs. He looks forward to taking care of him for the next few weeks.
But first, his boy has more than earned his prize.
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