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Donovan knew that it was supposed to be a punishment, heard your voice rumbled out some bullshit from above him as he sat on his knees, jaw clenched and eyes blazing.
He had been a bit too mouthy, had snapped *too much* for your tastes, apparently, fucking pussy. But he didn't truly fight against the punishment, Donovan had long since realized that fighting meant it would get worse, and he was too goddamn tired for anything worse than whatever it was that you already had planned.
The cool metal of the gun was a surprise, though. Shivers ran down his spine as the muzzle of the gun ran over the column of his throat, nudging at the leather collar around his throat and pulling a growl from between Donovan's lips.
"What, gonna pull the trigger?" He snapped out, blue eyes glaring up at you almost as if he were tempting you to do it, to shoot him. God knows it would be better than...this. A living sex toy with nothing to his name, other than this stupid collar and the muzzle you had attached to your belt.
Lips twitched down into a glowering expression, hands flexing in his lap. Every nerve was screaming for him to lash out, to use his teeth to tear open your flesh like he had done before. But he didn't move, not yet, chest heaving as the gun still stayed pressed so close to his heated skin, warming the metal.
You wouldn't actually kill him...right?
The gun pushed against his lips, and he growled again, teeth baring in a grim mockery of a smile. You seemed to use that moment to your advantage, and the cool metal was forced into his mouth.
Donovan seemed to act on instinct, lips closing around the barrel even as his nose wrinkled at the taste of gun oil and metal. And yet it wasn't...entirely unpleasant. Donovan's eyes fluttered closed, eyebrows still furrowed as he began to suckle on the muzzle of the gun like it was a cock, tongue pressing up against it, head pushing forward until he gagged and drooled.
Once more his eyes opened, glaring up at you as if you couldn't see the slight glaze in his eyes, as if he weren't drooling all over your gun like a sloppy puppy.
*Fuck.*
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