<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Dusanian sounded pretty, not matter if it was scathing. He could likely tell Cygnus a whole manner of things and he wouldn't know the difference. The captain seemed to like it, and if it appeased him, Altair had no issue using his native tongue. It seemed when he spoke in the language that they both understood that he got himself into trouble. Altair had told him not to proceed this way, and it earned him a harsh backhand. More bruises that would show up vibrantly on his pale skin. Disoriented, it wasn't difficult to flip him onto his stomach. His hair was gripped harshly, his head pressed down, not into a soft pillow like he was more used to, but into the unforgiving wood of the ship.<br/>
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“Do you mean to teach me something that I don't already know?” Altair questioned, snorted. He needed no further training. He needed a master who knew the proper way to wield a Dusanian slave. He was like a finely tuned instrument; grating in unskilled hands. Altair could hear him rustling with his own clothing, and he knew what was to come next. He could feel the man's need when it was next pressed to him.<br/>
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The man wanted docile? Altair went still, relaxing as much as his body would allow, and turning his face into the crook of his arm. He could have docile then, and Altair would be as reactive as dead fish, simply prepared to take what he was dealt and be done with it. He could count on one hand the number of time he'd be fucked without some form of lubrication, and he knew it wouldn't be a pleasant ordeal. He knew too, that he'd survive it, and he had to hope the experience would he as short lived as the face fucking he'd endured had been.<br/>
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“Well, get on with it. You're determined to have it your way,” Altair snapped, though his voice betrayed his worry. There was a thrum of unease rocking through his body as he was pinned beneath the threatening captain, his breathing rising and falling more rapidly.There would be no changing his mind, he was sure. He'd already asked him not to, and that had left him with a stinging cheek.</span></span>