𝕺𝖋𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍
G E N R E : Mythology (Greek), Fantasy, Horror
O P E N Â S I N C E : March 28th, 2014
N E W Â T H R E A D S : Open
N S F W : 18+ Only
P E N N E D Â B Y : Sie
S T A T U S : Active and looking for plots
“I-I want it…” Zayde whimpered feverishly, already finding it difficult to control the sporadic twitching in his muscles out of oversensitivity from never having been touched and teased like this, at least not while sober and with someone he was genuinely attracted to.
“You want me to make you cum?” The scents and sounds coming off of him was making Devin painfully hard, but he needed to break down those last barriers. He wanted to claim the boy completely.Â
The physical contact was everything to Zayde. He’d felt so disconnected and out of control after the breakup, and he’d gone running back to the drugs out of sheer desperation to mask the feeling that he was falling apart. That still wasn’t enough though. Nothing could replace the way Devin made him feel. Zayde couldn’t put it into words other than a sense of safety and that he didn’t have to pretend to be anything. Devin saw him for who he really was and encouraged the best parts of him, and Zayde had come to realise he couldn’t live without that.
His fingers skimmed over Zayde’s arm gently, basking in the moment. It was all so much easier in the quiet stillness of the evening, the sounds of the city dulled to a murmur as he focused on the other’s heart beating. This… This he could handle and it made the rest, the fighting and pain, almost seem like a bad dream.
Starter Call::Litha
10. a  kiss  accompanying  my  muse  injuring  yours.
Her lips grazed his cheek, soft and brief. The touch followed by the silence shattering echo of gunfire. “Don’t get in my way again or the next one will be fatal.”
The conscious part of Azrael was starting to slip, the heat making him feel dizzy and nausious on top of the pain. It didn’t last long enough for him to register the compressor of the freezer kicking in and starting to cool the ambiant air, the angel panting hard as he tried to gather the last of his strength in an attempt to break free.
He only managed to cause himself further injury as the chains bit hard into his flesh, Azrael letting out an agonized sound before he was still, apparently unconscious for now.
It was so much easier when he stopped struggling and Jophiel continued on, humming softly to himself. He doubted Azrael would be out of it the entire time, but the seals came down so much easier without him fighting. >
The time passed steadily and he was patient through it, occasionally trying to rouse his brother to see how much of his former glory had returned.Â
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