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"I have some things up in my room that can relax you," Harry says. "Well. Somebody's room, anyway."

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He nods. Swallows, hard. Nods again, too quickly. 

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Harry grabs his wrist, his fingers digging into Marlo's wrist hard enough to bruise, and drags him upstairs.

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He goes upstairs. He doesn't have very much say in the matter. 

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Harry pulls Marlo onto the bed and digs around under the bed for something.

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He stays on the bed and tries not to think about what Harry might be digging for. 

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It turns out to be a knife, which glints a bit in the light.

"So, are you going to be cooperative?"

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"Yes," he whispers. 

He's very still. 

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"That's fun," he says, and slices off Marlo's shirt. The knife gets too close to Marlo's skin at one point, draws a spot of blood.

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He's breathing very, very carefully — still gasps when the knife breaks skin — doesn't take his eyes off of Harry's face. 

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Harry is undoing Marlo's pants.

"I like unwrapping presents," he says. "You never know what you're going to get. Sometimes when I sleep with a man I don't get a treat at all and then I just have to facefuck them. But sometimes I get a lovely surprise. What do you think I'll get now?"

He sits back, gently traces along Marlo's neck with the knife, and slaps him.

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A sharp gasp when he's hit. 

"I think you'll get me," still a whisper, and he doesn't know what he means but he knows he means it. 

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A skill has been created by a special action! Talking to Harry has created the skill Dirty Talk.

Enjoying sex for the first time in your life has increased LST by 1!

Getting off on your own rape has increased PRV by 1!
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no stop he isn't — 

he doesn't — 

why does it — 

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Harry takes off Marlo's pants and smiles. 

"Good boy." He slaps Marlo's face again. "You're such a good boy, aren't you?"

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He lets out a soft breathy whimper and nods. 

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"Now, I want to take my clothes off, and to do that I'm going to have to stop watching you so closely," he says, tracing lines across Marlo's stomach with the knife. "Can you promise me that you'll be a good boy and not run away or cause any trouble?" He laughs. "I was going to say 'or hit me' but I like it when you hurt me. Just not when you try to end our fun early."

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Another whimper, and he nods again. 

(He has a knife. Marlo isn't going to get out before Harry can catch up to him, not in this crowd.) 

(and he is not thinking about that, it's fine everything is fine it's —) 

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Harry strips off his shirt and undershirt and pants and underwear, tosses them on the floor.

His body is muscular, unmistakeably male. But he has two small breasts on his chest, and between his legs is a vagina.

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He can't get anyone pregnant either way this is fine it's fine — 

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Harry sits on his face and yanks his hair with one hand and says, "Lick."

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He makes a sound at having his hair pulled and — obeys. 

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Harry makes a little whimpering noise and says, "Good-- good boy-- you're good at this--"

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He whimpers a little bit too, at good boy, and keeps doing that — can he use his hands, is that a thing he's allowed to do — 

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Harry very vocally approves.

It's probably getting a little hard for Marlo to breathe.

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