He sounds very indulgent. "Of course you can."

He gestures--

--and now Bun has the unfamiliar feeling of suddenly being an Olympic weightlifter. 

This is a way of being powerful he never expected to experience.

Before, he was biting literally as hard as he could. Now he has to hold back a bit, lest he accidentally do some actual damage.

No he in fact does not have to do that. 

... He really does not, does he. "I can't believe you can just take that," he says, in between worrying at a growing bruise on his hip bone with his teeth.

Whimper. 

He's whimpering right now, but that's not quite the same thing as being undone.

He can give up using one hand to hurt him to stroke his cock.

There is a thing Tanidio likes about being hurt and about orgasms and about fighting, which is that it drives everything else out of his brain. There is a pure clarifying fire that burns away the weakness and the stupid human frailty and the emotions he doesn't want and the thoughts he doesn't think, and reduces his entire experience to sensation and the experience of being a body. 

And surrounding it, to the extent that there is conscious thought at all, there's the knowledge that he's pleasing Bun and doing his job well. He is very good at this. He likes doing things he is good at. Praise matters, but not because he needs approval, but because it means that he is useful to Bun and so to Chrisor and so to Asmodeus. 

It's very fun seeing exactly how worked up he can get Tanidio. What different reactions he gets to different things, whether they are different in combination--

He's got to count it as a win if he can get him to beg again.

Begging requires being capable of Taldane which Tanidio at this moment is not particularly. 

Oh no, the consequences of his actions! Utter incoherence is nearly as good, though.

With great effort he manages to form "--am I doing good--"

"You're doing so well." Chomp.

Then he is just going to float here on waves of painpleasure until the Bull's Strength wears off. 

This is a very good way for Tanidio to be. He alternates between hurting him more and praising him for how well he takes it, because dealing with pain like that is a skill.

Yes, yes, he is a good tool, he's a good tool of Bun's--

It's a shame that Bull's Strength has to end, but not much, seeing as they definitely succeeded in undoing Tanidio.

"Fuck me?"

Jaw nip. "Gladly."

He's going to try and last longer than Tanidio. He can't guarantee it-- but he's in with a chance.

The amount that Tanidio is purpling with bruises might not help this goal.

It really, really is not. He kisses one of the bruises. "So beautiful."

Tanidio gets up on his hands and knees and really hopes that Bun can get himself in without direction because Tanidio is not really in a state to provide it. 

He has done this twice, he's capable.

He starts slow. Even if he ends up working his way to thrusting hard, there's no reason not to try and work up Tanidio even more.

Bun is really making quite a lot of progress in sadism, isn't he.