illithidnapped: (54)
Tʜᴇ Pᴀʟᴇ Eʟғ | Asᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ Aɴᴄᴜɴíɴ ([personal profile] illithidnapped) wrote 2024-02-05 11:35 pm (UTC)

[Listening, he turns his wrist. Hooks his fingerpads low against the junction of pliant ass and thigh— all clothed— gaunt expression gone soft as molten sugar for the truth of that admission; how it resonates in him with fond memories that feel like an intermingling sense of perfect friction, just like the scuff across his cheek. And he doesn't mind it (as in: he doesn't pay it mind— embracing it for all its richness while it does nothing to distract him from his pending plans, how) in a flash he's flipped Leto over onto his belly through that anchored hold, claws first slithering up that bowed-out spine—

And then raking down its middle, rending clothing into peeled-up sheaves of linen fabric; careful not to do much as leave a reddened mark on adolescent skin. Legs spread, back arched, shoulders drawn tight enough to snap for all their tension— that shirt a pallid wrapper quickly parted with no effort, revealing richly tanned contours laced with dark, dark tattoos.
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Oho....[he whispers, leaning close around the pantherine humming in his throat: thumbs pushed into thick muscle on either side of Leto's spine for balance. All pressure pinned on both those shoulders, hunkered over him in sync.

Teasing begets teasing, after all.

And his love is both the altar and athame when it's been stoked.
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Does that make me your favorite teacher?

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