eatsthecanary | continuations

This seems really complicated.

... I can toss my phone instead?

You're not worried about breaking it?

I'll just buy another one if it breaks.

[ shrug ]

On second thought, I just want to fuck you.

...... Okay.

[ ???? ]

[ look flipping seemed like a lot of effort. he's leaning down -- still far down enough that when he does his face meets the inside of Lucifel's thigh, nuzzling there ]

[ like,

just sort of forgot that was the point of physical closeness they were at and he jumps up, sitting straight and stiff with his thighs pressing close against whisky's head ]

Ah -

[ smirks. against his skin like. that's cute, kisses at his bare thigh, both hands going to try to spread them a bit further ]

[ please friend

moving with that easily enough, and he leans a bit back, starting to idly thread fingers through whisky's hair and against his ears ]

[ good, his ears go to attention approvingly at that but he's also biting just gently into his skin ]

[ oh that does remind him of something ]

- ah. Whisky-san. . .

Mm?

[ pausing, teeth still against him ]

. . . Just the other day . . .

This is . . . perhaps a little strange, but just the other day, someone had said to me that . . .

[ hm. sounding a little troubled, like he doesn't know how to word it ]

She called me a masochist.

[ .. tips his head to look up at him ]

Well?

Do you like being hurt?

. . . I don't think I do, but. . . she said that - perhaps I simply haven't met the right person who knows how to hurt me in the right way.

[ very uncertain tone. is this true? Is this how things work? ]

... So do you want me to try hurting you?

. . . I don't really know . . . If there is anyone I would rather hurt me it would be Whisky-san but I don't know how this sort of thing would even work . . . ?

[ ..

experimentally bites his thigh again, keeping his eyes on him but just --

barely, drawing blood ]

[ - stiff, reflexively holding onto him tightly as he gives a sharp cry of startled pain ]

[ he stops then, laps at the spot, soothing it over with his tongue ]

[ there's a jerk, his toes curling as he hisses through his teeth - this isn't unpleasant, the wound feels to some degree sore but the feeling of comfort afterwards is actually, fairly nice. his eyes are squeezed shut though, body stiff and curling forward like he's trying to keep in all that energy inside ]

[ he's keeping his eyes on him curiously and pulling back some, looking between the wound and then Lucifel's face. ]

Did you like that?

[ looking down to him. he

isn't quite like, harder? but his erection is still pretty steady. ]

. . . I'm not certain. . . but the, ah. . . uhm . . .

[ hm ]

It wasn't so bad afterwards. . . ?

[ ... brings his mouth back down to suck, probably bringing back both that soothing sensation and also irritating the bite marks ]

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