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Husk frowned slightly. "You really don't remember anything? You were talking through it for a bit there." He knew anterograde amnesia was going to be a symptom, and Husk expected that was probably the point of it all for Al.
Alastor blinks and stills. "I was?"
"I mean, yeah? You were also making a lot of noise,"
Scratchy static rings out for half a second before abruptly stopping. "Well. That's quite embarrassing, I'm glad I don't remember any of it!"
"You, uh, also sorta begged me to keep fucking you after you passed out?" He half expects to be snapped at for talking about it, but Alastor just tilts his head and stays on his elbows. "And did you?" Husk cringes and nods. "I mean, you told me to."
Alastor just stares for a long, uncomfortable moment and then goes back to holding Husk's hands.
"Are you mad?"
"Why would I be mad?"
Husk huffs and pulls his hand away, "Because, you passed out. I shouldn't have-"
"I gave you an order and," Alastor kisses Husk's cheek. "you followed through on it. What a good pet you are!"
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Direct sequel to my previous fic. Get ready for the most poorly negotiated, actively unsafe bdsm you've ever seen, these bitches are stupid
Series
- Part 2 of Twilight, Triptych.