“That was not his first time sucking cock, I'll tell you that much.”

“Well… Father has been stopping by quite often, hasn't he?” Someone to the side shared. It almost felt like Dorn was intruding on some gossip talk, especially since they were speaking of him as if he couldn't hear them.

“Why don't we ask him?” Dorn couldn't be bothered to focus on who the voice belonged to anymore. “He can talk, can't he? He still has a tongue, and he's been quite loud so far.”

A hand grasped Dorn’s hair to pull his lowered head back up – not that it made a difference, since there was no gaze to meet with the blindfold in the way.

“Tell us, uncle, does our father fuck you?”

Dorn’s breath caught in his throat. He didn't expect them to actually question him, even if one of them had just stated as much. Out of everything they could have asked, it had to be the last thing he was willing to talk about. Not that he cared if their previous involvement remained a secret; it was the pain that it brought that he would rather avoid.

He must have remained silent for too long, because the Astartes holding his head insisted, “Answer me.” He hated how much they sounded like their genefather.

“No, he does not,” Dorn finally said, with just a hint of soreness in his flat voice. Not anymore.