[laughs and grabs for his hand, leaning up to bump their faces together, rubbing his cheek against quetzal's like he's in his other form, purring loudly. it's cuddly and he feels a little silly actually doing it, but he gives quetzal's freckles a small chomp.]
[ just gonna, kind of clumsily because it's dark and he's starting to feel the tipsy meter increasing, open a few shirt buttons. there's plenty on and under his collarbone. ]
[ he makes sure he's not got any picnic blanket up under him, gets comfortable laying back on the sand, peels up the hem of his shirt... and fixes Muffin with his best smoulder. ]
[it’s intimidating now that he’s actually down here… is this going to be like when he’s bitten quetzal before or is this going to hurt him? but as he kisses quetzal’s stomach, making a path towards his hip, muffin’s purring rumbles back on. it’s intimidating, yeah, but kind of in a good way…
some animal instinct says to clean the site, so he does, licking the sea breeze off quetzal’s skin before setting his teeth to his hip. call it admiration for the canvas, too. he pauses, takes a deep breath through his nose, and bites].
[ a hiss on the inhale, then a held breath; some muscles go taut under Muffin's teeth. Quetzal doesn't feel relaxed at having teeth sunk into him, but he's definitely not calling for that 'when.' In fact...
In fact, huh, that's a new one; thanks to their very close proximity, his tail seeks out, curls up around Muffin's middle instead of seeking out an ankle. Squeezes. Not too hard. But when Muffin bears down, it tightens a little, too. Silent feedback. ]
[muffin pauses, looking up through his bangs, then carefully increases pressure— bites harder than enough to taste blood, bearing down until his shortest fangs have broken skin and he feels that tail tighten again.]
[ his mouth twitches in a wince, as the blood's let. if he were making a show of his composure, carrying on as the strong and most importantly disaffected weapon he'd been made to be, he wouldn't allow himself to twitch at something like this. but for the two of them, for what it is... a gift, from one to another...
He holds onto Muffin with his tail and what's there of his thighs, and in a drowsier voice, ]
[ you're still tail-tethered, mister. if it were him, he'd have popped out with the knife, and asked sweetly if he wanted another mark that lasted. put heat into the blade. made it a memory. but Muffin's opted to bite, not cut, maybe because he knows how much Quetzal prizes his exacting control of his appearance...
Muffin's so sweet. ]
If you're not... lines... Should dig harder. Then I c'ld feel my heartbeat in it... Can't... shortchange you for that. Or.... I'll bite him.
[his bite before was cautious, how he bit hard and then checked before increasing pressure. this time, after licking the first bite quickly clean of blood and checking that the bitemarks will overlap at the right angles... he digs his grip into quetzal's waist and lunges, sinking his teeth in with a deeply piercing bite. this is one for hunting and fighting. sometimes for killing.
[ Quetzal's body jerks under him, as he makes a wordless, animal sound of pain. He dared him to go farther, got what he wanted--
This body, that's met the teeth of predator after predator by this point, is telling him, that's serious! get away!, and he tries to sit up, feels his elbows slip out from under him in the loose sand, and something about that--
to his chagrin, he realizes: it is then too much. he lets his tail grow limp around Muffin's middle. ]
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[ waves a hand in front of his own freckled face. ]
I was informed there'd be celebration bites.
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[laughs and grabs for his hand, leaning up to bump their faces together, rubbing his cheek against quetzal's like he's in his other form, purring loudly. it's cuddly and he feels a little silly actually doing it, but he gives quetzal's freckles a small chomp.]
Not very squishy cheeks for biting.
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You knew that when you picked out the spot! Own the choices, pretty birdie~.
[ it's the playing of it that he likes. the actual chomp is, in fact, just the undignified sensation of being gently gnawed in the face. ]
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[noses around his ears and neck, and peppers kisses across his face, searching for more freckles]
Only cheeks? Kept your shoulders covered? Tan lines are cute too.
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I-- had a coat, but-- one second--
[ just gonna, kind of clumsily because it's dark and he's starting to feel the tipsy meter increasing, open a few shirt buttons. there's plenty on and under his collarbone. ]
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[KISSES AND NIBBLES FOR COLLARBONES]
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[ it was hard to tell he was wearing a snazzy pirate coat earlier on account of also wearing a bunch of blood. Muffin understands.
he tugs off his fingerless gloves.
the last freckle zone he offers up Muffin is his wrists; they're on the backs of his hands
too. ]
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kisses the backs of his hands and his fingertips too, still purring and tipsy enough to ask,]
Can I bite you um, like… hard? Have to mark someone for Red, have to make a heart~
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Yes. [ ... ] Put it somewhere I can keep it and look at it a while.
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Arm? Leg? Can’t see shoulder well…
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...above my hip?
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Hip sounds good.
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Alright... I'm ready for you~.
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muffin gets down between quetzal’s legs, careful not to lean on the injured one. this is a better view than just leaning over and chomping his hip.]
…If hurts too bad, can tap out, okay?
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[it’s intimidating now that he’s actually down here… is this going to be like when he’s bitten quetzal before or is this going to hurt him? but as he kisses quetzal’s stomach, making a path towards his hip, muffin’s purring rumbles back on. it’s intimidating, yeah, but kind of in a good way…
some animal instinct says to clean the site, so he does, licking the sea breeze off quetzal’s skin before setting his teeth to his hip. call it admiration for the canvas, too. he pauses, takes a deep breath through his nose, and bites].
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In fact, huh, that's a new one; thanks to their very close proximity, his tail seeks out, curls up around Muffin's middle instead of seeking out an ankle. Squeezes. Not too hard. But when Muffin bears down, it tightens a little, too. Silent feedback. ]
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He holds onto Muffin with his tail and what's there of his thighs, and in a drowsier voice, ]
How much... did he need it to hurt?
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[muffin lifts his head, concerned. not making to sit up though, he's not so worried yet as to abandon his work, reassured by the hold around him]
Said um... to carve a heart with knife or claws. "Carve" was his word. Has to stay for twenty-four hours.
[one bitemark is only half a heart at best. he'll have to go again.]
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[ you're still tail-tethered, mister.
if it were him, he'd have popped out with the knife, and asked sweetly if he wanted another mark that lasted. put heat into the blade. made it a memory. but Muffin's opted to bite, not cut,
maybe because he knows how much Quetzal prizes his exacting control of his appearance...
Muffin's so sweet. ]
If you're not... lines...
Should dig harder. Then I c'ld feel my heartbeat in it... Can't... shortchange you for that. Or.... I'll bite him.
...with fire...
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Can bite harder.
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[his bite before was cautious, how he bit hard and then checked before increasing pressure. this time, after licking the first bite quickly clean of blood and checking that the bitemarks will overlap at the right angles... he digs his grip into quetzal's waist and lunges, sinking his teeth in with a deeply piercing bite. this is one for hunting and fighting. sometimes for killing.
muffin even growls for good measure]
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This body, that's met the teeth of predator after predator by this point, is telling him, that's serious! get away!, and he tries to sit up, feels his elbows slip out from under him in the loose sand, and something about that--
to his chagrin, he realizes: it is then too much.
he lets his tail grow limp around Muffin's middle. ]
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