Third person Pov/ Dougie's Pov
Two days later Sunday March 3, 2023, 12:30 am
San Quentin State Prison
Me and E were sitting in the cell cuddled up as it was raining profusely. God was crying hard, E would say.
"I can't believe we might be getting out of this bitch...baby." I rubbed sugar's back. That's a personal nickname I have for him. Him being so sweet and all.
"Me neither." he spoke in a low tone. He looked up at me and kissed my chin. I felt him tense up a little bit. I instantly knew he was trying not to put all of his weight on me.
"Hey, put your weight on me." I demanded. Holding on to one of his ass checks.
"I am on you..." he whined a little bit as he spoke."I'm not asking—But I'm heavy" he cut me off. I looked down and he wasn't looking at me but sucking the small tip of his thumb. It was a nervous habit he had since we were kids and never grew out of it. He only did that when we were alone together. I'm surprised his teeth wasn't messed up by it. I pulled his hand out and motion for him to get up. He sat up and I scooted back to my back on the bar staring at him. He hates when I stare to long and he gets insecure.
"What?" he spoke softly. Still not looking at me.
"Look at me," I said. He looked at me with an expressionless face but I knew he was nervous. I grabbed his face and softly kissed his lips and turned into a small makeout session. I kept my grip on his chin. I pulled away.
"You are handsome, beautiful, great at fucking, and sucking, you body is strong a physicque i wish to achieve, your the perfect fit for me." I spoke passionately looking into his eyes.
"So if I say crush my skeleton..." he dropped his head and gave a big smile showing off his pearly whites.
See sugar is the type that needs some guidance, needs to be under some type of control. Need to be instructed to sort of speak. You feel me. I of course blame it on trauma. But he only truly gives up his control to people he trusts. And I'm the only one he gives up his control for.
He truly is submissive...submissive–submissive. I have a lot of power over Ethan; not to boast up or say he's my slave but if I asked him to kill the president. I know he would do it. I don't like having too much control over him. Now if it's in the bedroom shit; i'll gladly take it but this is something that can be an abuse of power. I would never abuse my power over him towards him. Now being in a gang certain orders I have to give because of my dad but other than that.
That's why I love sometimes when we argue, because he would vocalize and go against me. Soly developing some control back into his life. You feel me?!
"Where dis coming from suga?" I spoke looking at him. He removed my hands and looked at the wall staring at it. He was processing how to explain what he's feeling.
"E–why you talkin' to that skinny bitch?" He turned his head to me and he looked sad. I knew he would question me about it sooner or later.
"Nothing but a stew-head that put money on my books suga...i promise?" I explained calmly and looked at him. He kept looking in my eyes searching for something. Then he nodded.
"Was she good? " he had a sad expression on his face. I looked away. Know I wasn't faithful. I opened my mouth when he spoke.
"Piece of..." Ethan started but looked away. Tears welled up in his eyes but they didn't fall and he looked back at me.
"E–"
"You want to be feminine, mmm...what you want to be skinny. I could lose weight...I could...I could bleach my skin "I shook my head. He did this once when he was really really drunk. That's how he revealed he liked me and some other traumas. Oh shit...my baby is spiraling and it's my fault.
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