It almost works. Burr listens, and he likes it, on more levels than one.
Then something happens. Burr changes the script. His fingers have woven into Alexander's hair, rubbing slow on his scalp. He is still purring, subtly, in a way Alexander can feel better than he can hear, a vibration that gently, gently warms him, settling a restlessness that he can always feel at the pit of his chest.
And Burr changes the script. He doesn't follow the cues, the direction, the play-interaction between whore and buyer. A promise, that Alexander doesn't believe, and then a ring, slipped onto his hand, that he looks to in honest bewilderment. What does Burr mean by it? What does he want?
But his mind can't chase itself in circles when he is being petted so. After he has been so satisfied.
Burr must work some hypnosis on him, some animal magnetism, because Alexander does not respond, not with words; instead, he is soothed to a light and troubled sleep. But: a true sleep, nonetheless.
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Then something happens. Burr changes the script. His fingers have woven into Alexander's hair, rubbing slow on his scalp. He is still purring, subtly, in a way Alexander can feel better than he can hear, a vibration that gently, gently warms him, settling a restlessness that he can always feel at the pit of his chest.
And Burr changes the script. He doesn't follow the cues, the direction, the play-interaction between whore and buyer. A promise, that Alexander doesn't believe, and then a ring, slipped onto his hand, that he looks to in honest bewilderment. What does Burr mean by it? What does he want?
But his mind can't chase itself in circles when he is being petted so. After he has been so satisfied.
Burr must work some hypnosis on him, some animal magnetism, because Alexander does not respond, not with words; instead, he is soothed to a light and troubled sleep. But: a true sleep, nonetheless.