[the feeling of skin breaking makes him throw his head back slightly and expose more of his neck. he chuckles, low, barely audibly, but it's impossible to miss when Booker's hand is still gripping his throat and he can probably feel the vibrations directly.]

And if I refuse?

[he doesn't take his eyes away from Booker's, and when he catches the scent of smoke he just takes inhales deeply again, as if looking to taste that with his tongue.

there's one vague coherent thought forming in the back of his mind, only tangentially related to all of this...


Dear Satin,

I think I just discovered a turn on.]