[When he sees pain on Zephir, he wants to be the cause of it - their pleasure mingles so well, but this is warped. He dislikes not being the root cause; not being able to fully drink this off of him like he does the oily black bursting past his lips, dipping to kiss him and suck that back into him with a throaty moan.
His hand slides down the front of Zephir's chest, as if to soothe the lingering rawness that lays within. Then Sullivan presses his fingers inward, crooking them through flesh and bone, determined now to make this his own - to pry from Zephir cries of his own doing, by wilting the flesh inside with a killing touch; flesh decaying around his fingertips, up to his embedded knuckles.]
cw: continued emeto + cannibalism ref + back to gore but make it romance
[ Zephir does cry out, darkness sluggishly dripping from his lips and jaw when he trembles all over, afforded the luxury of pretending to be surprised. His body seems to scream and delight itself in pain, violently welcoming the intrusion that starts to destroy him from within.
Lips pressed together, Zephir makes a haunting noise split between one sphere of emotion and another completely different one, before pulling Sully back in and cleansing himself of the damage inflicted. It starts as a kiss, sweat and blood mixing where Sully destroyed him, and then more black elixir pools in one mouth, poured into the other. Like they should've done from the start. ]
Taste it, [ Breathless, unclean. Death's essence shines on him like an oil spill while he bleeds in white. ] What you've taken from me.
[Said with a gasping breath all his own against Zephir's lips, the filth expelled between them dripping down their chins from their lips as he laps it up with a swipe of his tongue. He twists his hand in Zephir's chest to elicit another raw sound, eyes closed until they reopen - sclera black, teeth sharper than they were moments before.]
[ He sees Sullivan like this, turning his vessel into a monster one part at a time while they both shed the pretense of humanity to drift closer to the vicious cycle of death and life; stealing, thriving, destroying off each other. Death cannot happen without life; life uses what's left behind by death to thrive again.
He grabs Sully's wrists, brings his hands and claws deeper into his chest, kisses and spills into him from his mouth and with his blood. Indulges and feeds them both, shoves him down with a body fueled by a nightmarish miracle and demands to be fucked in both familiar and grotesque ways. Once again, there will be too much for staff to clean in the morning. ]
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cw: whatever this is
His hand slides down the front of Zephir's chest, as if to soothe the lingering rawness that lays within. Then Sullivan presses his fingers inward, crooking them through flesh and bone, determined now to make this his own - to pry from Zephir cries of his own doing, by wilting the flesh inside with a killing touch; flesh decaying around his fingertips, up to his embedded knuckles.]
cw: continued emeto + cannibalism ref + back to gore but make it romance
Lips pressed together, Zephir makes a haunting noise split between one sphere of emotion and another completely different one, before pulling Sully back in and cleansing himself of the damage inflicted. It starts as a kiss, sweat and blood mixing where Sully destroyed him, and then more black elixir pools in one mouth, poured into the other. Like they should've done from the start. ]
Taste it, [ Breathless, unclean. Death's essence shines on him like an oil spill while he bleeds in white. ] What you've taken from me.
[ The elixir. His blood. His body. ]
no subject
[Said with a gasping breath all his own against Zephir's lips, the filth expelled between them dripping down their chins from their lips as he laps it up with a swipe of his tongue. He twists his hand in Zephir's chest to elicit another raw sound, eyes closed until they reopen - sclera black, teeth sharper than they were moments before.]
You belong to me. And I to you.
🎀 💀🌳
He grabs Sully's wrists, brings his hands and claws deeper into his chest, kisses and spills into him from his mouth and with his blood. Indulges and feeds them both, shoves him down with a body fueled by a nightmarish miracle and demands to be fucked in both familiar and grotesque ways. Once again, there will be too much for staff to clean in the morning. ]