[ quietest groan at the feeling of piter's fingers on the column of his neck-- pressing in with a controlled pressure, just enough for neurons to fire in panic, for an icy feeling to rush from head to toe; jaq stops himself from shuddering though. he won't let piter have that satisfaction--
he doesn't know what makes him stiffen first, grow tense: piter's nails digging into his wrists, pressing them into his stomach with delicate force-- or the heat of piter's tongue, running along his neck.
he can practically feel the smug satisfaction radiating off of piter's body. the feeling of dominance. possession. victory-- and with those thoughts, something angry lights up in his stomach. burns bright--
every fiber of his body screams no, no he isn't having fun but something sparks, far in the back of his mind as struggles, head jolting forward to crack against piter's to somehow get out of this-- that something purrs yes--