It would be different this time. It would never end. If Eliot held out for centuries then it would be centuries. Sam had stopped caring about time, and by the time they'd been doing this for that long, it might as well have stopped existing. They never aged, they would never die; that was the meaning of eternity.
He nodded at Eliot's bravery though, his confidence, recognising what was once himself in those eyes, or perhaps...perhaps Eliot was more similar to his brother in that way. Dean would have taken the challenge head on...but then, Dean had broken too, in his time. It was strength that would give Eliot hope to hold onto himself, but years would pass. Years would pass, and he'd have to wonder why he was holding out. What was it for?
He tipped in, so that his knee came to rest between Eliot's, supporting his weight as he bent in to brush a kiss to his throat.
"We already began." Another kiss, and then the whisper of metal against bare skin, before Sam set a matching collar in place about Eliot's throat. As he closed it, the metal magically sealed closed, and came to rest fluidly against his skin, leaving no room for Eliot to so much as scrape a fingernail underneath it. But he could breathe easily, almost as though it wasn't there. It bore his name.
Sam stayed close, when he was done, reaching one free hand down to tug on the chain, before curling his fingers underneath Eliot's balls. "You sleep where you're told to sleep, eat when I tell you you can eat. You come when I tell you that you can come. Everything you took for granted before is now granted only by my permission. Mine. The ring will come off when I decide, and if need be I'll leave you aching in it for days. However long it takes. The things I put you through will feel like torture, if you displease me."
He teased the tender, delicate skin as he spoke, tickling lightly, before sliding just the pad of his thumb across the underside of Eliot's trapped erection.
"At least if it falls off, it'll grow right back, hm?"
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He nodded at Eliot's bravery though, his confidence, recognising what was once himself in those eyes, or perhaps...perhaps Eliot was more similar to his brother in that way. Dean would have taken the challenge head on...but then, Dean had broken too, in his time. It was strength that would give Eliot hope to hold onto himself, but years would pass. Years would pass, and he'd have to wonder why he was holding out. What was it for?
He tipped in, so that his knee came to rest between Eliot's, supporting his weight as he bent in to brush a kiss to his throat.
"We already began." Another kiss, and then the whisper of metal against bare skin, before Sam set a matching collar in place about Eliot's throat. As he closed it, the metal magically sealed closed, and came to rest fluidly against his skin, leaving no room for Eliot to so much as scrape a fingernail underneath it. But he could breathe easily, almost as though it wasn't there. It bore his name.
Sam stayed close, when he was done, reaching one free hand down to tug on the chain, before curling his fingers underneath Eliot's balls. "You sleep where you're told to sleep, eat when I tell you you can eat. You come when I tell you that you can come. Everything you took for granted before is now granted only by my permission. Mine. The ring will come off when I decide, and if need be I'll leave you aching in it for days. However long it takes. The things I put you through will feel like torture, if you displease me."
He teased the tender, delicate skin as he spoke, tickling lightly, before sliding just the pad of his thumb across the underside of Eliot's trapped erection.
"At least if it falls off, it'll grow right back, hm?"