Evan grinned maliciously, oh yes the boy was in pain now; and he looked so beautiful. The way he protested against the ball in his mouth, those clear warm tears streaking down the sides of his eyes. Evan thumbed one of the wet streaks with his thumb picking up a little bead of a tear and brought it to his lips. Evan slowly licks his lips, the burn of his own cut lip felt wonderful accompanied by the salt in the tear; the older man leaned back down again his face hovering next to Neville's, "Care to try that again my pet? I know how to play too and I'm much better at it, I promise you."
With a little sigh he caressed the now reddish mark that blossomed on the cheek he back handed earlier with a fingertip, "I was hoping I could bring you pleasure and comfort. To take away all the pain and the aches. Hmm? Wasn't that nice of me? It wouldn't have been too bad but your pride and stubbornness made it come to this."