scarlet-thread + knowledge-is-prediction
My fiancé showed me his chat logs with you.
"I can tell when you're going easy on yourself." Nip. "Weren't you supposed to be begging someone?"
"I really do think he was!"
He bites his lip and starts his hand moving more quickly again.
It doesn't take long before he's whimpering on the edge.
"Please–please Lev let me come–please I need it I'll be good–"
He's a little desperate, and this is still only the first edge today.
Asher nudges him. "English, dear."
"I think it w-- would be hot if S didn't get to come."
"Well, then. Are you going to please Lev or yourself?" Jeanne asks S, cheerfully.
It's so much worse, because nobody ordered him to stop. They're giving him a choice.
He keens and bites his lip and gets himself right to the edge, like he's learned, like Jeanne's taught him–
When he lets go, he drips once onto his stomach, shuddering.
Asher catches Lev's hands. "I know you, if I let you jerk off you're going to come right now, and then all you're going to want to do is gaze stupidly at that nice boy and tell him how beautiful he is and how much you like him, and I don't think that's very fair or nice to him when he is so clearly begging to be tormented."
Lev thrashes a bit. "Nooooo-- let me---"
"You're so lovely," Jeanne tells S, petting him. "So good. Look how much he likes it when you hurt for him."
S is currently incapable of much complex thought past "I want to come," and demonstrates this by rubbing up against Jeanne's hand and whining.
"He–he can be nice–you could be nice–"
"Noooooo," Lev says, "noooo nice."
"But you're so pretty when you cry. Don't you want us to make you cry for Lev so he can see how pretty you are?"
"Yes!" Lev says. "Yes!"
"...you can make me cry."
"I know I can make you cry." Pet pet. "If you want me to make you cry for Lev you'll need to ask nicely."
He stops and swallows. He's flushed and trembling and still painfully hard, looking up at her.
"Please...make me cry."
"That's my sweet girl."
She kisses him on the forehead, glances up at Lev. "You're going to have to handle the talking," she warns, before moving down the bed to occupy her mouth elsewhere.
–okay. Just grabbing the sheets and moaning, now.
In theory Lev is in charge of talking! In practice Lev is not super-good at the English language right now!
"I want-- want to see you cry-- my beautiful girl."
He jolts in place, a little, has to actively try to be good, so he doesn't make things harder for Jeanne.
That's okay! If he squirms too much there can always be teeth.
"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl-- I'm going to dress you up and take you out and let a dozen men fuck you like the slut you are--"