The Black Devil Omegaverse
Hades liked to steal his breath while he used him, maybe he could cut off the scent effects if he could stay in the dark fantasy of the games he played with his Soot-walker.
He closed his eyes. This had nothing to do with the blindfold. Doll wanted to remember drowning and being healed by Hades's cruel, wonderful touch. He stilled himself drawing a breath and holding it. It was working. Hades's voice, his eyes, everything was becoming crystal clear.
A horrible series of sounds assaulted his ears. No-furs screaming in agony, threats of violence hissed by various toms, screeching static. He felt himself falling off the wall and, not able to catch his own fall, Doll hit the floor on his knees.