[He stops in his tracks at the scent, turning around--
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The look on his face drops, guilted and pained and apologetic, even as his stomach reacts despite himself. Still growling, still starving, despite everything.]
Temenos...
[Beelzebub crosses over to the bars immediately, the kittybot forgotten.]
[Temenos's eyes widen with genuine surprise at Beelzebub's actions. Never has he once seen him do something like this when offered food, let alone his favorite food. But once he glances up and locks eyes with Beelzebub, he immediately understands.]
...heh.
[He hands the plate over to the kittybot to keep safe for the time being, then steps forward to push himself up against the bars.]
I rank above cheeseburgers, do I? [He can't help but tease, but he truly sounds touched at the same time.] Come on, then.
[It's a tired quip. But he still leans his touch to brush against Temenos's face, tugging him for as close of a kiss as he can manage. Soft, but desperate; longing, as though he's savoring him.]
I'll allow myself to feel honored in this moment, then.
[He's quick to reach through the bars to hold onto Beel's arms as he returns the kiss. As his eyes drift closed, he takes in the taste, the sensation, and how warm and full it makes him feel. He'll commit it all to memory for safekeeping- an ever-present reminder of the demon who captured his heart.
His smile is a bit more melancholy as he pulls back just enough to take a breath of air. He's not quite ready to leave Beel's lips just yet.]
We could certainly do without these bars, hm?
[And that's about the extent to which he wants to allude to Beelzebub's situation right now.]
...I'd break them down if I could. [His hand stays cupped, almost possessively, to the back of Temenos's head, a hungry look in his eyes despite how dark and heavy they fall, the ache in his chest just growing.]
I want the taste of you. I want to take it back with me. Wherever I go. Whatever happens.
[His heart leaps into his throat, nearly choking him on it. It takes him a moment to realize how tightly he's begun to hold onto Beelzebub, and how much he refuses to let go.]
There you go again with those beautiful words of yours.
[He's going to miss them. He's going to miss everything about Beelzebub, so very much.
Pressing another kiss to the demon's lips, he murmurs:]
Indulge, so that you may never forget. Commit me to memory, just as I have for you.
[His exhale for breath shakes, a crumbling of self control, as his other hand joins its partner to grasp Temenos's hair hard and deepen their kiss the second Temenos's words drift to his ears. His tongue presses, requesting allowance past the cleric's lips, every motion drinking of him like an oasis as his palms work against his skull like his fingers might mould to the shape of him.
Indulge. Indulge. Indulge.
He doesn't recognize the tears that start to stream down his face. He's hungry, in a way that he hates so deeply, that hurts in his chest more than his stomach. He doesn't want to lose this.]
[Beelzebub receives easy access, with Temenos taking him in quickly and fervently. His fingers dig into Beelzebub's arms in reflex to the pulling of his hair, and a completely muffled noise bubbles up from the back of his throat.
It's a rough indulgence that brings Temenos right back to the night they spent together under the stars. They both drowned in sin that night, and not once did it cross his mind just how far from the Sacred Flame's light he must have been straying in the eyes of the Order. He was already certain that he would be going to hell, but the more attached he'd gotten to Beelzebub, the more he truly wanted to go there. He wanted to see the Devildom for himself, and meet all of Beelzebub's crazy brothers. He wanted to see Beelzebub reunite with Belphegor and sort out his problems with Lucifer. He wanted to be by Beelzebub's side for the remainder of his pathetically short human life.
None of that will come to pass now. And so he too will indulge for whatever time he and Beelzebub have left.]
[The noise against his lips earns a growl riding on Beelzebub's next frantic exhale, brow furrowing as he picks up the pace of his mouth. A hand leaves its perch, wanting to travel, but pinned by the bars - damn these bars, damn this stone, damn this prison for the barrier. His fingers dig, grasping the front of Temenos's robes, the grip kneading almost like a cat with claws at how it presses and scratches and tries to keep hold, tries to claim, tries to search out the warmth of him and the feel of bone and sinew and muscle beyond the press of his chest.
He can feel himself growing hot, growing full in his chest and belly, wanting, needing. He doesn't care.
He knows they won't get that night back. Maybe never again, if this was truly the last time they'd ever see one another. But he wants to cherish this desire, this deep caving to his hunger for this smart and doubtful and creative and conscientious and wrathful and sinful and wonderful form of a man.]
[Temenos tastes salt the after they part and go in for another round, leading him to reach up and try to wipe at least some of those tears away. This isn't a time for tears, he tells himself as he ignores the stinging in his own eyes.
He feels the tug against his robes, and the subsequent beating of his heart in his throat. He wishes he could give his body over to Beelzebub's hunger as he did that night, but these bars won't allow for it. He makes do with what he has, though.
Taking hold of Beelzebub's hand, he makes an attempt to have him let go for just a moment.]
Hold still, all right?
[He then takes a step back and unclasps the button on his cloak to toss it onto the ground. His robe is quick to join it, leaving just his undershirt. When he returns to press himself back up against the bars and into another kiss, Beelzebub now has access to his hot skin underneath that thin barrier of fabric.]
[He's panting for breath when they separate, his touch loosening but still reaching in chase as Temenos backs away and starts to disrobe. Once more than the cloak drops to the ground, Beelzebub's outstretched hand withdraws, frantically pulling off his own jacket and throwing it to the jail floor, quickly followed by the loose fitting shirt, the healing marks of last week still mildly peppering his shoulders and chest.
His muscles tense as he pulls himself to Temenos, sulking in a breath at the cool press of stone before taking up the heat of the cleric's mouth, letting both of his hands claw down the thin fabric, following the line of his body. His kissing starts to turn to nipping, migrating to the line of Temenos's jaw with a forceful nudge, taking skin between his teeth and pressing his tongue to the feel of his pulse at the starting stretch of his neck.]
[As Beelzebub has his way with him, Temenos takes his time memorizing every curve on the demon's body that he can manage to touch. Every hill and valley of muscle. Every healing mark, and of course, every new crescent that his nails press in as Beelzebub bites down on him.]
Haha-ah... [Any little laugh that he tries to let out is interrupted with a sound of pain and pleasure.] That's- [gasp] That's right. More.
[Though Beelzebub really is pushing the limits of how much of Temenos's head can fit through these bars, he doesn't mind the discomfort. They have to make do.]
[He can't reach much past the jaw, the bars too much of an obstacle, and it makes him feel unruly. Impatient. Especially when Temenos laughs out a request in that breathy tone that just makes Beelzebub's heart pound in his own ears.
With a growl, he frees Temenos's head for a moment to instead grab him a little too tight by one of his arm, a heated sinking of his teeth into the flesh - the base of his thumb, the crux of his wrist, the swell of his forearm into his tricep, a trail of painful stinging pressure and the warmth of his mouth, the press of his tongue. His free hand stays gripped at the crook of Temenos's neck and shoulder, nails digging into the flesh, hard enough to leave marks but not quite enough to bleed. Not yet.]
[Ask and ye shall receive, as the saying goes. And boy does Temenos receive.
The pain is almost dizzying, blurring his vision as Beelzebub's teeth sink into him again and again. He cries out time after time, arching against the bars and dragging the nails of his free hand down Beelzebub's bare skin to leave fresh marks. His instincts scream at him to pull away and escape this pain, but they are pushed aside by a growing sense of euphoria, hot and heavy in his chest.
Never once does he tell Beelzebub to stop. The noises that he utters are only meant to be encouragement- to fuel the demon's hunger for more.]
[He wants to keep going. He wants to sink himself in, to travel Temenos's body. But they're separated, and he's blocked again, unable to move past the bicep, unable to take claim in the grooves of his neck or pit of his chest. It has him panting against Temenos's skin, agitated at himself.
So he lets his hand just drop, trying to trace to the line of Temenos's hips to the muscles of his groin, pressing his palm to the swell of him as his other hand tries to pull the cleric back to his mouth, eager to swallow the ebbing of his voice in lieu of the other contact he couldn't provide.
A beat, and he changes his hands around, fishing for Temenos's untouched, scraping arm. As his teeth dig, the palm against Temenos's hips rubs firmly, as though to help apologize for the pain... or, possibly, encourage the notes of ecstacy.]
[Beelzebub's timing couldn't be better. Shivering with anticipation as the demon's hand descends, Temenos practically growls out a moan against Beelzebub's mouth once that hand reaches its destination. He presses into Beel's touch, eager for more.]
Hah. [Panting in sync with Beel, his laugh is even more strained than it was before.] I wouldn't call this the most convenient way of making love, but... [A flinch, as his previously unblemished arm is bitten into.] It is certainly a unique one.
[As much as he would like to keep his hands on his lover, he has to hold onto a bar to keep himself standing up straight. The pain and constant pressure against his groin leaves him feeling like his legs want to buckle out underneath him.]
I hope you have plans to tend to me after taking it this far.
[He never was one for convenience or efficiency. Gluttony made no room for those sorts of things. Gluttony saw, and felt, and hungered, and indulged. To think of how to get to that final step? That part was optional sometimes.
Beelzebub responds to the request by clamping down just a little harder at the meat of the cleric's lower arm, enough to taste Temenos's blood in his mouth and feel the muscle flex reflexively in pain beneath his bite. The hand at Temenos's erection grabs at the same time, yanking up with the friction of the fabric in a hard and sudden motion, before it moves away to try and pull at whatever waistband is still keeping fabric between that hand and that heat.
Beel cocks his head with a husky purr of a sound as he starts to lower to his knees, licking the sheen of red from his lips.]
[Temenos groans in both agony and ecstasy, blinking back tears that begin to naturally well up from the pain. Before he even has the time to properly recover from that, he can feel himself being freed from the confines of his pants.]
H-Hah...haha... [Laughs bubble up through labored breaths as he immediately pushes up against the bars to shove his growing erection toward Beelzebub's face. There's something wild in his eyes as he watches Beelzebub lap up his blood.] As you wish.
One fist grabs for the base of Temenos's cock as the demon ducks his head down with fervor, dragging his tongue across the swelling head and down what meat of the underside he can reach. Up, then down, then up, as though trying to coax out exactly what he wants, before popping it into the wet heat of his mouth and starting to suck.
There's nothing gentle or hesitant. His own arousal beats hard in its confines against his own leg at every taste of salt mixing with the blood from his lips, any beading of precum that he coaxes out and swallows down, a low and muted sound of pleasure vibrating from his throat.
Like a dehydrated man at the bank of an oasis, with no thought for care... so fervently does he thirst for what he wants.]
[With nowhere for his hands to go, Temenos grips hard against the bars while Beelzebub toys with him. The danger of this entanglement is ever-present in his mind, just as it was that beautiful Thursday night. Having Beelzebub take him into his mouth is just asking for something to go horribly wrong... If he didn't trust him, that is. Can he still expect to wind up with bite marks on his cock? Well, yes. But who's to say he minds?
As soon as Beelzebub gets the blood pumping even more and slides Temenos's cock into his mouth, he begins to rock his hips forward to further the friction. He can feel himself being driven mad every time Beel swallows and that warm and wet space encloses around him. It makes him jerk in place, threatening to push his cock all the way back against Beel's throat.]
Very...good.
[He has his mouth free, so why not praise Beelzebub's efforts? It may be hard to think straight, but he manages despite the fervent pounding of his heart pulsating throughout his body.]
[Beelzebub can feel his face heating up as Temenos starts to move, easily bobbing with him, eager to get him as far into his mouth as he can. The fist that has been lazily pumping the base of him drops away to run against the back of his thigh and take hold of of his hips and ass with a clawing grip as he lets the cleric sink deeper.
His swallowing doesn't stop, and outside of the most minor of hitches in his breath, there's no hesitation to draw him to the pressure of his throat. Someone does not have a gag reflex, apparently, for how energetically he's working his tongue and mouth and throat against the taste of Temenos.
His eyes flick up with a glint of pure enjoyment, of deep and heated desire, as the hand against Temenos's ass urges him forward. Move. Give him more.]
[His breath catches in his throat when Beelzebub takes hold of his ass and drags him as close as possible.]
Heheh. Y-You're making it difficult for me to help.
[He can't move while he's quite literally pinned all the way up against the bars. But that's okay. For all of his chiding, he finds it very arousing to watch Beelzebub swallow him with such excitement. Even more-so is that look in his eyes... Temenos grins down at him, his own eyes heavy with adoration. He makes a note of licking at his lips through heavy breaths, his tongue catching a bead of sweat sliding down his cheek.
He is so hot right now, and yet somehow Beelzebub is hotter. More dribbles of precum slide into the back of Beelzebub's throat as his arousal beats heavily against the demon's tongue. He's close to sending Temenos over the edge, that's for sure.]
[The taste increases, and Beelzebub moans against him with a heated exhale through his nose. The chiding does get his touch to migrate, readjusting himself to run his claws against the back of Temenos's thigh in a repetitive, almost milking motion against muscle and fat and fabric alike, coaxing and kneading.
All the while, his other hand lifts up to grip Temenos's nearest arm by the elbow, urging it down, threading their fingers as he guides that touch to bury in his hair with enough pressure to his skull to show what he wants.
His tongue relaxes, teeth scraping the growing swell in his mouth, the taste of his blood so close and so tempting to take. But it's not the flavor he's after.
His mouth cushions as he sucks down hard, a deep swallowing as though he's trying to urge Temenos to his completion. And again. And again.
Fuck his mouth, Temenos. Feed his hunger, Temenos.]
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The look on his face drops, guilted and pained and apologetic, even as his stomach reacts despite himself. Still growling, still starving, despite everything.]
Temenos...
[Beelzebub crosses over to the bars immediately, the kittybot forgotten.]
Temenos, you didn't have to...
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Perhaps not, but I wanted to.
[He removes the lid and offers up the cheeseburger inside. Notably, it's not the usual fare from the buffet.]
I had planned to surprise you with this another time, but that time is now limited.
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Quietly, Beel reaches out...
...to grab the lid and gently put it back overtop. It smells so good. It smells SO goddamn good. But his eyes still drift to Temenos. Only Temenos.]
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I don't want it to get cold, but...
I'm hungry for something else.
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...heh.
[He hands the plate over to the kittybot to keep safe for the time being, then steps forward to push himself up against the bars.]
I rank above cheeseburgers, do I? [He can't help but tease, but he truly sounds touched at the same time.] Come on, then.
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Like now.
[It's a tired quip. But he still leans his touch to brush against Temenos's face, tugging him for as close of a kiss as he can manage. Soft, but desperate; longing, as though he's savoring him.]
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[He's quick to reach through the bars to hold onto Beel's arms as he returns the kiss. As his eyes drift closed, he takes in the taste, the sensation, and how warm and full it makes him feel. He'll commit it all to memory for safekeeping- an ever-present reminder of the demon who captured his heart.
His smile is a bit more melancholy as he pulls back just enough to take a breath of air. He's not quite ready to leave Beel's lips just yet.]
We could certainly do without these bars, hm?
[And that's about the extent to which he wants to allude to Beelzebub's situation right now.]
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I want the taste of you. I want to take it back with me. Wherever I go. Whatever happens.
[He mouths at the corner of Temenos's lips.]
Let me indulge in you. My Temenos.
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There you go again with those beautiful words of yours.
[He's going to miss them. He's going to miss everything about Beelzebub, so very much.
Pressing another kiss to the demon's lips, he murmurs:]
Indulge, so that you may never forget. Commit me to memory, just as I have for you.
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Indulge. Indulge. Indulge.
He doesn't recognize the tears that start to stream down his face. He's hungry, in a way that he hates so deeply, that hurts in his chest more than his stomach. He doesn't want to lose this.]
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It's a rough indulgence that brings Temenos right back to the night they spent together under the stars. They both drowned in sin that night, and not once did it cross his mind just how far from the Sacred Flame's light he must have been straying in the eyes of the Order. He was already certain that he would be going to hell, but the more attached he'd gotten to Beelzebub, the more he truly wanted to go there. He wanted to see the Devildom for himself, and meet all of Beelzebub's crazy brothers. He wanted to see Beelzebub reunite with Belphegor and sort out his problems with Lucifer. He wanted to be by Beelzebub's side for the remainder of his pathetically short human life.
None of that will come to pass now. And so he too will indulge for whatever time he and Beelzebub have left.]
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He can feel himself growing hot, growing full in his chest and belly, wanting, needing. He doesn't care.
He knows they won't get that night back. Maybe never again, if this was truly the last time they'd ever see one another. But he wants to cherish this desire, this deep caving to his hunger for this smart and doubtful and creative and conscientious and wrathful and sinful and wonderful form of a man.]
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He feels the tug against his robes, and the subsequent beating of his heart in his throat. He wishes he could give his body over to Beelzebub's hunger as he did that night, but these bars won't allow for it. He makes do with what he has, though.
Taking hold of Beelzebub's hand, he makes an attempt to have him let go for just a moment.]
Hold still, all right?
[He then takes a step back and unclasps the button on his cloak to toss it onto the ground. His robe is quick to join it, leaving just his undershirt. When he returns to press himself back up against the bars and into another kiss, Beelzebub now has access to his hot skin underneath that thin barrier of fabric.]
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His muscles tense as he pulls himself to Temenos, sulking in a breath at the cool press of stone before taking up the heat of the cleric's mouth, letting both of his hands claw down the thin fabric, following the line of his body. His kissing starts to turn to nipping, migrating to the line of Temenos's jaw with a forceful nudge, taking skin between his teeth and pressing his tongue to the feel of his pulse at the starting stretch of his neck.]
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Haha-ah... [Any little laugh that he tries to let out is interrupted with a sound of pain and pleasure.] That's- [gasp] That's right. More.
[Though Beelzebub really is pushing the limits of how much of Temenos's head can fit through these bars, he doesn't mind the discomfort. They have to make do.]
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With a growl, he frees Temenos's head for a moment to instead grab him a little too tight by one of his arm, a heated sinking of his teeth into the flesh - the base of his thumb, the crux of his wrist, the swell of his forearm into his tricep, a trail of painful stinging pressure and the warmth of his mouth, the press of his tongue. His free hand stays gripped at the crook of Temenos's neck and shoulder, nails digging into the flesh, hard enough to leave marks but not quite enough to bleed. Not yet.]
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The pain is almost dizzying, blurring his vision as Beelzebub's teeth sink into him again and again. He cries out time after time, arching against the bars and dragging the nails of his free hand down Beelzebub's bare skin to leave fresh marks. His instincts scream at him to pull away and escape this pain, but they are pushed aside by a growing sense of euphoria, hot and heavy in his chest.
Never once does he tell Beelzebub to stop. The noises that he utters are only meant to be encouragement- to fuel the demon's hunger for more.]
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So he lets his hand just drop, trying to trace to the line of Temenos's hips to the muscles of his groin, pressing his palm to the swell of him as his other hand tries to pull the cleric back to his mouth, eager to swallow the ebbing of his voice in lieu of the other contact he couldn't provide.
A beat, and he changes his hands around, fishing for Temenos's untouched, scraping arm. As his teeth dig, the palm against Temenos's hips rubs firmly, as though to help apologize for the pain... or, possibly, encourage the notes of ecstacy.]
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Hah. [Panting in sync with Beel, his laugh is even more strained than it was before.] I wouldn't call this the most convenient way of making love, but... [A flinch, as his previously unblemished arm is bitten into.] It is certainly a unique one.
[As much as he would like to keep his hands on his lover, he has to hold onto a bar to keep himself standing up straight. The pain and constant pressure against his groin leaves him feeling like his legs want to buckle out underneath him.]
I hope you have plans to tend to me after taking it this far.
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Beelzebub responds to the request by clamping down just a little harder at the meat of the cleric's lower arm, enough to taste Temenos's blood in his mouth and feel the muscle flex reflexively in pain beneath his bite. The hand at Temenos's erection grabs at the same time, yanking up with the friction of the fabric in a hard and sudden motion, before it moves away to try and pull at whatever waistband is still keeping fabric between that hand and that heat.
Beel cocks his head with a husky purr of a sound as he starts to lower to his knees, licking the sheen of red from his lips.]
Feed me.
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H-Hah...haha... [Laughs bubble up through labored breaths as he immediately pushes up against the bars to shove his growing erection toward Beelzebub's face. There's something wild in his eyes as he watches Beelzebub lap up his blood.] As you wish.
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One fist grabs for the base of Temenos's cock as the demon ducks his head down with fervor, dragging his tongue across the swelling head and down what meat of the underside he can reach. Up, then down, then up, as though trying to coax out exactly what he wants, before popping it into the wet heat of his mouth and starting to suck.
There's nothing gentle or hesitant. His own arousal beats hard in its confines against his own leg at every taste of salt mixing with the blood from his lips, any beading of precum that he coaxes out and swallows down, a low and muted sound of pleasure vibrating from his throat.
Like a dehydrated man at the bank of an oasis, with no thought for care... so fervently does he thirst for what he wants.]
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As soon as Beelzebub gets the blood pumping even more and slides Temenos's cock into his mouth, he begins to rock his hips forward to further the friction. He can feel himself being driven mad every time Beel swallows and that warm and wet space encloses around him. It makes him jerk in place, threatening to push his cock all the way back against Beel's throat.]
Very...good.
[He has his mouth free, so why not praise Beelzebub's efforts? It may be hard to think straight, but he manages despite the fervent pounding of his heart pulsating throughout his body.]
That's it. Indulge.
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His swallowing doesn't stop, and outside of the most minor of hitches in his breath, there's no hesitation to draw him to the pressure of his throat. Someone does not have a gag reflex, apparently, for how energetically he's working his tongue and mouth and throat against the taste of Temenos.
His eyes flick up with a glint of pure enjoyment, of deep and heated desire, as the hand against Temenos's ass urges him forward. Move. Give him more.]
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Heheh. Y-You're making it difficult for me to help.
[He can't move while he's quite literally pinned all the way up against the bars. But that's okay. For all of his chiding, he finds it very arousing to watch Beelzebub swallow him with such excitement. Even more-so is that look in his eyes... Temenos grins down at him, his own eyes heavy with adoration. He makes a note of licking at his lips through heavy breaths, his tongue catching a bead of sweat sliding down his cheek.
He is so hot right now, and yet somehow Beelzebub is hotter. More dribbles of precum slide into the back of Beelzebub's throat as his arousal beats heavily against the demon's tongue. He's close to sending Temenos over the edge, that's for sure.]
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All the while, his other hand lifts up to grip Temenos's nearest arm by the elbow, urging it down, threading their fingers as he guides that touch to bury in his hair with enough pressure to his skull to show what he wants.
His tongue relaxes, teeth scraping the growing swell in his mouth, the taste of his blood so close and so tempting to take. But it's not the flavor he's after.
His mouth cushions as he sucks down hard, a deep swallowing as though he's trying to urge Temenos to his completion. And again. And again.
Fuck his mouth, Temenos. Feed his hunger, Temenos.]
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spoilers for OM chapter 13 like whoa
whispers: I see.
yeah................... yeah
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returns to this five hundred years later to rewrite half the tag