Humming in thought, Onin leaned his body over Jackson and smirked. He stopped thrusting; waiting to see if the other would squirm uncomfortably from lack of stimulation after having built up some sort of climax. “I don’t have to. I have toys, you know.” Onin threatened. He pressed his lips teasingly against the others neck before dragging his tongue roughly along the subtle flesh. Without warning, he bit down hard enough to draw blood, but it wouldn’t scar.<br/><br/>“Maybe I should fuck you senseless over a few weeks and send you back to daddy all bruised and broken. See what kind of man you’ll be then.” Onin grinned. “You’ll be shunned. No one will ever love you after that.” He murmured; his tone ominous, as if he was seriously considering doing such a horrid deed. “Or you can give in and I can treat you rather well. You won’t get to go home, but your reputation will still stand if you ever manage to escape.”