The Sidekick's Villain: Dinner (pt.3)
The restroom is large and perfectly clean, polished floor and porcelain sink almost shining. Sidekick has just a moment to look around before strong hands close around his arms and pull him inside, the door closing and locking.
Villain's hand moves as if he meant to cover Sidekick's mouth, then pauses at the last moment and takes his jaw instead.
“Yes, darling?” Voice low, smug. Wrapping his other arm around Sidekick's waist he presses him against his own chest, lips brushing the shell of Sidekick's ear.
The feeling of expensive fabric on his skin is always heavenly, and Villain's cologne is so familiar. Sidekick instinctively lets him tilt his head as he likes, perfectly compliant.
"What are you planning to do?" His voice is already low, his breaths coming too quickly, chest brushing against Villain's.
He can feel Villain smirking. “Hurting you now would be a given.” His hold changes as he forces Sidekick to turn around and step back until he hits the wall. His hands are swiftly caught and raised above his head, pinned in place together, leaving Sidekick's front exposed. “You probably expect it.”
Sidekick's blood catches on fire. He pulls against Viallin's hold just to feel it tighten on his wrists, keeps his eyes fixed on Villain's. He knows his pupils must be dilated, can't do anything about that.
"You are a criminal." He is even more breathless. He needs Villain close, needs it. "And I am at your mercy. What else could you want?"
Sidekick arches his neck just so, lets the light catch his jewellery, his eyes, the metallic sheen of his eyeliner.
Villain's eyes darken. He might be wearing a bit of makeup too, almost unnoticeable, to make his eyes seem even darker.
A sharp grin graces his lips. “You don’t seem scared.” He pushes even closer, their bodies pressing together, Sidekick's necklaces digging slightly into his skin.
Sidekick's breath catches completely, his body welcoming Villain's, softening for him.
He arches his neck even further. Villain would be kissing it at this point, would be running his hands over his silk-clad body.
Sidekick wants to know what he'll do in this new situation they have found themselves in.
"I have... strange tastes." A murmur, Sidekick's lips just slightly curved.
“You like the adrenaline.” Villain wraps his other hand around Sidekick's throat, nails digging into his skin. “You like being handled like this.”
Sidekick has to bite back a moan, which is answer enough. Especially since his reaction is to keep his neck bared, instead of trying to protect it.
"You are intoxicating. I can't help myself."