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 Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2019 10:40 am
It would be so easy to sink his teeth into Fafnir's pulse and tear.
"You're angry," he said, voice a dark and rumbling thing. "Scared." He could feel it as surely as the thrumming pulse so close to his mouth. "Something else?" Everything was laid out like it was a fact and Labyrinthite knew that part of him took great pleasure in the fear that he instilled.
Hunger made him want to take and demand and control. Fafnir was his.
Lips parted and his teeth pressed, surprisingly gentle, against the expanse of skin now laid bare for him. "What do you want Fafnir?" Labyrinthite growled before he bit down.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2019 4:58 am
The 'something else' brought a hot rush to Fafnir's face, coloring his skin.
So what? He wondered. I'm aroused. It happens. There are some responses you can't control. The words were kept firmly sealed behind his teeth, but he thought them. They burned in his eyes, the anger he felt outweighing the fear for the moment.
He didn't like that the fear and the pain turned him on, but at this point, it would be stupid to deny that it did. Pressed up so close, of course Labyrinthite could tell. But he didn't have to like it, did he? He could feel things and not be ruled by them. Or he could feel them, and choose to use them. Everything else had failed today. He wasn't a fighter, it wasn't really in his nature to think with his fists. He had always sought instead to turn things to his advantage in other ways. To move people through words, use their own wants to control them, after a fashion.
Labyrinthite's breath was hot and he could feel his teeth like the buzz of static. His response was immediate and Fafnir gritted his own teeth, grinding them together in frustration. It took only a moment, a rumbled question, and then the flash of pain that made him cry out. He still had hold of the other man, but his grip changed.
Laby wanted something from him. Everyone wanted something from him. He did what he always did then, knowing that there was sometimes even more to be gained by it than was lost. He gave in.
Jerking his head forward, he pressed his cheek into Laby's hair, his own voice a rasp beside his ear.
What he asked for was not something for polite company, but it was clear and succinct. And very much true.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2019 7:19 am
His head tilted when the cheek was pressed to his hair, when Fafnir's breath tickled his ear. The confession brought about the sharp curve of his mouth and an almost chuckle rumbling from his throat.
Labyrinthite's grips shifted, one moving towards the senshi's hipbone and his knee wedged itself between legs. His head lifted, lips ghosting along the jawline before he went in for a more proper kiss.
His weight pressed more firmly into the other man and then, they were gone.
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