[ pressing his face down against lahabrea's thigh, his breath picking up audibly as his hips lift again; under the skirt, his erection starts to stir, skirt and tights keeping it from being particularly defined but the tenting becoming apparent nonetheless ]
That is what makes them fun to play with, my friend. What depravity they sink to.
[ he rubs his hand over the tent briefly before that hand lifts and he sinks his fingertips into the cut on his belly, widening it forcibly with his digits alone, stroking the tattoo all the while. ]
he moans again, twitching and shifting, trying to turn onto his side—still, his erection only becomes more apparent, as another piece of the tattoo begins to pulse faintly with light ]
[ Absinthe has his gaze cast downward, fixated on Lucifel at the moment, not noticing the knife - - prying his fingers in and only picking up his own knife when he meets muscle his fingers can't get through, slicing though there as well. ]
if you were wondering whether off button or literally choking on his own blood would win out, congrats, it's the off button. he chokes, loud and wet, even as his hips buck to the feeling of fingers and metal against his tattoo, his whole body convulsing with each cough ]
[He keeps petting Lucifel until he stops choking and then stabs the knife in his chest like you might stick a fork in steak to just kinda hold it there.]
He stills a moment but whatever, it's blood he doesn't care in the face of being a little cranky. He tilts his head into the hand parting his lips to lightly nip Absinthe's thumb.]
Yes. I do understand you take delight in these things, but still, I am right here.
[Huh. The sweet water and fruit taste is not what he expects even when warned of it. And he leans into the kiss, a hand curling in Absinthe's hair to hold him to it. He is feeling somewhat petulant and possessive, and perhaps his manner reflects that.]
[ good thing Lucifel is fucking dead so he can't feel Absinthe's boner under him
it's nice - - feeling that grip, knowing he is wanted to the point Lahabrea became jealous, and he parts his mouth with a hungry sort of sound to deepen the kiss, sharing more of that taste in the process. ]
[He shivers, opening his mouth to return that, tongue sliding in to chase Absinthe's own, and experience that sweetness as a side effect. His fingers tighten in Absinthe's hair, holding him into that frankly possessive kiss until he himself needs to let up, panting against Absinthe's lips but much more mollified.
[ just making out over a fruit platter!! Absinthe exhales as he comes out of the kiss, looking undeniably pleased with how things have shaken out even if his toy is dead. ]
Feeling better now, my dear?
[ teasing, as if earlier he wasn't the one writhing and begging on him for his attention. ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 06:45 am (UTC)Do you always play with your meals so? You know they're rather disgusting creatures.
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Date: 2020-09-04 06:50 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 07:01 am (UTC)[ he rubs his hand over the tent briefly before that hand lifts and he sinks his fingertips into the cut on his belly, widening it forcibly with his digits alone, stroking the tattoo all the while. ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 07:08 am (UTC)He reaches into his coat to pull out a knife.]
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Date: 2020-09-04 07:10 am (UTC)he moans again, twitching and shifting, trying to turn onto his side—still, his erection only becomes more apparent, as another piece of the tattoo begins to pulse faintly with light ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 07:16 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 07:17 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 07:21 am (UTC)if you were wondering whether off button or literally choking on his own blood would win out, congrats, it's the off button. he chokes, loud and wet, even as his hips buck to the feeling of fingers and metal against his tattoo, his whole body convulsing with each cough ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 07:31 am (UTC)he blinks at the sound and then finally looks - -, hand lifting from the the tattoo. ]
Feeling merciful, are we?
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Date: 2020-09-04 07:34 am (UTC)A bit of that. And perhaps some jealousy.
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Date: 2020-09-04 07:35 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 07:38 am (UTC)[ he leans back a bit, raising a slick hand to try to cup the side of Lahabrea's face, swiping his lip with the water-blood. ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 07:57 am (UTC)He stills a moment but whatever, it's blood he doesn't care in the face of being a little cranky. He tilts his head into the hand parting his lips to lightly nip Absinthe's thumb.]
Yes. I do understand you take delight in these things, but still, I am right here.
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Date: 2020-09-04 08:00 am (UTC)[ he moves his thumb away but mainly it's to lean over and kiss him, the sweet aftertaste of Lucifel's flesh still on his lips. ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 08:06 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 08:09 am (UTC)it's nice - - feeling that grip, knowing he is wanted to the point Lahabrea became jealous, and he parts his mouth with a hungry sort of sound to deepen the kiss, sharing more of that taste in the process. ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 08:16 am (UTC)Just making out over a fruit platter.]
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Date: 2020-09-04 08:22 am (UTC)Feeling better now, my dear?
[ teasing, as if earlier he wasn't the one writhing and begging on him for his attention. ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 08:29 am (UTC)He does look more smug again, brushing Absinthe's hair from his face.]
I do believe so.
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Date: 2020-09-05 12:37 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-07 08:18 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-07 04:49 pm (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-08 03:39 am (UTC)[He brushes Absinthe's cheek and kisses his jaw.]
Both indulging and being indulged. But you do deserve it.
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