Sol certainly didn’t think that Ky deserved this, and if he thought too much on the kid’s predicament he was only going to get angry. Right now he needed control as much as ever, and he needed it to come from both of them. This was all somewhat easier if Sol let himself think that Ky looked kind of hot. He wasn’t about to act on it — knew well enough where the line actually was — but he might jerk off to it later.

Or maybe not, because Sol could see the material heating up, but it didn’t burn and it didn’t weaken. He could keep going, keep trying, but he suspected what this meant, and it wasn’t worth doing damage to Ky’s wrists — or his neck.

He cut off the heat abruptly. “’s not doing anything.”