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“Leave your clothes at the door,” Norton set the lighter down on the edge of the desk.
“And we’ll discuss.”
Orpheus stood still, but Norton swore his chest shuddered and legs trembled, like a rabbit caught by its hunter. He hovered by the door, as though he had been caught red-handed in a crime and needed to make his escape. Norton didn’t quite understand why he was still resisting compliance. He’d need to learn that he would be taking only what Norton would offer him. He had a craving. And Norton was willing to feed him.
(iow, an excuse to write nortpheus having 'hate' sex.)