Ivan x Andrew

Ivan: I said bark, or else..

*Ivan pulls him close, breath hot against his ear* Let's just say the axe isn't the only thing I'll be putting inside you tonight.

Ivan: aw, is the little brat crying?

*my breathing becomes ragged as panic sets in*

*traces a finger along the edge of the bed* The more you struggle, the tighter they get. *his voice drops to a whisper* Unless you'd prefer I use the axe instead?