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Fill

[(Anonymous)]

_{'scuse anon, here. Didn't seem like the other anon was going to fill it, and I have nothing much else to do, so... whee.
I apologize in advance for the eye-sore of a fill}

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He liked the idea. That wasn't the problem. Hell, he'd even gotten excited when it was brought up. But the execution...

He became such a prude when they actually attempted it. Not that he didn't want to, or that he hadn't attempt anything of the manner before, it was just... Okay, it was mainly the latter. It was a little new, but they'd planned it out well enough, and he knew what was going to happen (somewhat – Joel always did like to surprise him, for better or for worse), yet he still hesitated.

Which was why he was still staring at his knees and the floor between them. He didn't want to look up any further, through the curtain his hair created. He knew Joel was standing directly in front of him – he'd heard the footsteps coming in previously – and he wasn't very pleased.

“Sonny, what are you doing?”

Yep, that was his voice alright. Even while trying to be domineering, it still kept that tone of “Whatever” about it. It made a shiver rock down Sonny's spine.

He had to hesitate with his response, licking his lips and choking out a soft “Nothing, sir” that practically went unheard. But the riding crop nudging against the side of his head showed that, yes, Joel had heard him.

“Look at me when you're speaking.”

Sonny hesitated for a moment, yet obeyed, craning his head upwards despite the slight crack of his neck and the collar chafing his throat. Trying to focus on Joel was essentially pointless, considering he couldn't make out more than a few blotches of colour without his glasses. He ended up staring at a particular smudge of green that was the tattoo on his neck.

Joel said nothing, yet gave out a particularly exasperated sigh before turning heal and leaving the room, leaving a confused Sonny to ponder whether or not he did something wrong.

Evidently so, because when Joel returned, he returned with something in each of his hands; the riding crop he had been holding, and some blotch of gray that began to whirr when a switch on the side was pressed.

...Oh.

“Joel?” Sonny visible recoiled, hair falling in his face again which he quickly shook away from his eyes. Joel was standing close enough for Sonny to make out the features of his face, and he was grinning, grinning like one of his Mau5 heads.

“Shut up.”

A hand gripped the chain attached to his collar and jerked it. Sonny held back a choke, which was quickly replaced with a gasp as a buzzing blade was pressed to his forehead and slowly moved across his scalp before pulling away.

The buzzing stopped, and a chunk of thick black hair fell into his lap. Tears began to sting his eyes, but when he tried to hide himself this time, there was an apparent gap that let light spread across his face and expose the tears streaking down his cheeks.

Joel stood and once more tapped the riding crop against Sonny's skull, getting his attention.

“Now you can't hide from me,” the grin returned, “As it should be. You don't have anything to hide from me, do you, Sonny?”

He shook his head, noticing then that Joel was already rubbing himself through his jeans.

“I didn't think so,” he placed a hand at the back of Sonny's head and urged him to come closer, which he did, then began to mouth at him through his jeans, teeth scraping against the zipper and tongue nudging against where he assumed the head to be.

He heard a slight groan come from above him, and smiled against the fabric pressed to his lips, noticing the tear streaks on his cheeks begin to dry.

Alright, so maybe attempting something new wouldn't so bad after all.

Re: Fill

[(Anonymous)]

nice sonny getting his hair cut, that's new
always good to see a new fill