[ His lips are soft, and there's the familiar candy apple-and-cosmetic taste of his lipstick. He must have renewed the coat, before coming over.
This kiss is less than chaste. This kiss isn't for the sake of anything but itself, and the two people it forms a live-wire point of connection between.
One hand, he's got firmly splayed on the bedspread, putting his weight on it while he puts his focus elsewheres. The other seizes firmly onto a fistful of Muffin's shirt, knuckles pressing into his chest. ]
[Muffin is happy to be less than chaste. Happy to ruin angel devil's nice lipstick too.
His nerves start brittle and shy, but he relaxes under the attention, soft and eager and winding both arms over angel devil's shoulders to keep him close.]
[ As a kisser, Angel Devil's confident, and... well, rather lascivious. He gives wordless high hums, when he finds something particularly pleasing, and when there's any graze of his teeth, it's with the intent to caress. Though--
There's a moment of parting to breathe that he takes a longer pause than intended, experimentally touching his tongue to his teeth. To his... suddenly sharp canines. ]
Ah... hahah... oh, my. I might need to practice keeping these in. It could pose some significant obstacles to certain activities.
[muffin's largely quiet except for sighs, and he hasn't quite started purring when Angel Devil draws away, but he makes a small, unconscious sounds of disappointment when he draws back.
muffin glances at angel devil's fangs, then leans back in to graze his jaw with his own feline fangs. blushing more than he was already—]
[ LATER, THOUGH, BECAUSE... "DO YOU WANT TO BITE ME," HE SAYS...
whatever kind of bed frame Muffin has just made. a slight noise from the tail that's slyly steadied itself on it tightening around it. his pupils are definitely wider than before. his eyes subconsciously slide to look at the same spot he'd bit him last time. blemishless skin. it'll heal, he says. that's way too much carte blanche, isn't it? ]
Yes.
[ but he doesn't just rush in. did that shirt he was twisting up around his fingers have buttons...? he forgets. the pulse-heightening anticipation of sliding his teeth into him is much greater than what he'd felt orbiting closer for that kiss. okay. there's two ways this goes. nudge the shirt out of way and go for it. or. shirt off? shirt out of way? hey, wouldn't that be nice and equal? Muffin, you've already seen him naked once in the last 48 hours. he untwists his hand from Muffin's shirt, petting it a couple times. ]
Ah... you'll... ...you'll get blood on this.
[ he doesn't sound like he would terribly mind that option. in fact if there is not something done about it in the next five~ seconds he's just going to bite him in the same spot as last time with extreme relish, garment be damned. ]
[ also, you are not making it back to that bed just yet.
when he's turning back around from the shut door, it's right into Angel Devil's waiting arms coming around him like a springing trap. The ensuing bite at the juncture of his neck and shoulder is swift, and harsh. Angel Devil, once again, doesn't bite primarily just to drink, or send a message, or leave a mark. He bites because it hurts. ]
[muffin still doesn't like pain and not sudden pain either, but his reaction isn't the same as it was before. he's not being frustrated and surprised on top of a roof this time, he's warm in his own room. he invited this.
so instead of hissing and tensely enduring it, he yelps freely and clings to the nearest safety and comfort, Angel Devil himself. he'll sing this time.]
[ there was a feeling like a shudder he could feel going through Angel Devil's body, in the first handful of seconds. where his teeth are sharp, his embrace is gentle, even the points of his nails kept carefully clear of bearing down too hard.
he does have that all-important sense of fear safely ensconced back in his body... so the course of this bite is different. it started as a vicious pounce, then graduates into firm suction, a line of red escaping from his mouth on a path toward Muffin's bared chest... he doesn't openly revel in trying to wring every ounce of hurt he can from the point of contact, this time.
You strangled your cry. It IS late. Do you want me to show you a useful spell~? Or do you want to handle it all yourself? I like it any way you want to. But... I say that because I can cheat, too. ]
[muffin swallows, catching his breath and trying to get used to the bite. it's not so bad this time... he unclenches his hand where it was fisted in angie's robe and moves to smooth over his crest]
His teeth prize free, before he murmurs unfamiliar words-- "S̸̰̫̈́■l̶̩̪̂e̴̡͋͝■c̵̹̹̓̏ȅ̶̲͝," he tells it, and a singular glyph in vivid red appears upon the door. A pulse of purple light bleeds out from it, passing and then vanishing over the entire room.
The glyph doesn't fade. Assumedly, it'll be there until they're done here. ]
[muffin makes a small noise– not even a real whine, just a flinch of sound —and flushes self-consciously. it was a tiny sound, but it feels so much louder with a private audience.]
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Date: 2023-09-27 06:42 pm (UTC)Then let's be close.
[ and he goes in for the kiss. ]
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Date: 2023-09-27 07:03 pm (UTC)and leans up to meet him]
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Date: 2023-09-27 07:36 pm (UTC)This kiss is less than chaste. This kiss isn't for the sake of anything but itself, and the two people it forms a live-wire point of connection between.
One hand, he's got firmly splayed on the bedspread, putting his weight on it while he puts his focus elsewheres. The other seizes firmly onto a fistful of Muffin's shirt, knuckles pressing into his chest. ]
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Date: 2023-09-27 09:19 pm (UTC)His nerves start brittle and shy, but he relaxes under the attention, soft and eager and winding both arms over angel devil's shoulders to keep him close.]
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Date: 2023-09-27 10:42 pm (UTC)There's a moment of parting to breathe that he takes a longer pause than intended, experimentally touching his tongue to his teeth. To his... suddenly sharp canines. ]
Ah... hahah... oh, my. I might need to practice keeping these in. It could pose some significant obstacles to certain activities.
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Date: 2023-09-27 11:22 pm (UTC)muffin glances at angel devil's fangs, then leans back in to graze his jaw with his own feline fangs. blushing more than he was already—]
Mine don't get in the way.
...Do you want to bite me? I'll heal.
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Date: 2023-09-28 12:29 am (UTC)[ LATER, THOUGH, BECAUSE...
"DO YOU WANT TO BITE ME," HE SAYS...
whatever kind of bed frame Muffin has just made. a slight noise from the tail that's slyly steadied itself on it tightening around it. his pupils are definitely wider than before. his eyes subconsciously slide to look at the same spot he'd bit him last time. blemishless skin. it'll heal, he says. that's way too much carte blanche, isn't it? ]
Yes.
[ but he doesn't just rush in. did that shirt he was twisting up around his fingers have buttons...? he forgets. the pulse-heightening anticipation of sliding his teeth into him is much greater than what he'd felt orbiting closer for that kiss. okay. there's two ways this goes. nudge the shirt out of way and go for it. or. shirt off? shirt out of way? hey, wouldn't that be nice and equal? Muffin, you've already seen him naked once in the last 48 hours. he untwists his hand from Muffin's shirt, petting it a couple times. ]
Ah... you'll...
...you'll get blood on this.
[ he doesn't sound like he would terribly mind that option. in fact if there is not something done about it in the next five~ seconds he's just going to bite him in the same spot as last time with extreme relish, garment be damned. ]
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Date: 2023-09-28 12:40 am (UTC)[he was in the middle of a nice, hazy wondering if Angel Devil can hear Muffin's pulse hammering when he's bloodthirsty like that, but.
spilling blood in a house with two furries and a Pudding.
JOLTS off the bed, whips his shirt off, and hangs it on the doorknob outside. shuts the door again.]
Okay.
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Date: 2023-09-28 12:47 am (UTC)muffin.
you are SO smart. ]
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Date: 2023-09-28 01:04 am (UTC)[ also, you are not making it back to that bed just yet.
when he's turning back around from the shut door, it's right into Angel Devil's waiting arms coming around him like a springing trap. The ensuing bite at the juncture of his neck and shoulder is swift, and harsh. Angel Devil, once again, doesn't bite primarily just to drink, or send a message, or leave a mark. He bites because it hurts. ]
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Date: 2023-09-28 01:44 am (UTC)so instead of hissing and tensely enduring it, he yelps freely and clings to the nearest safety and comfort, Angel Devil himself. he'll sing this time.]
Ang—!
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Date: 2023-09-28 02:17 am (UTC)he does have that all-important sense of fear safely ensconced back in his body... so the course of this bite is different. it started as a vicious pounce, then graduates into firm suction, a line of red escaping from his mouth on a path toward Muffin's bared chest...
he doesn't openly revel in trying to wring every ounce of hurt he can from the point of contact, this time.
You strangled your cry. It IS late. Do you want me to show you a useful spell~? Or do you want to handle it all yourself? I like it any way you want to. But... I say that because I can cheat, too. ]
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Date: 2023-09-28 02:27 am (UTC)Um... Cheat?
[he's curious]
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Date: 2023-10-02 02:38 pm (UTC)His teeth prize free, before he murmurs unfamiliar words-- "S̸̰̫̈́■l̶̩̪̂e̴̡͋͝■c̵̹̹̓̏ȅ̶̲͝," he tells it, and a singular glyph in vivid red appears upon the door. A pulse of purple light bleeds out from it, passing and then vanishing over the entire room.
The glyph doesn't fade. Assumedly, it'll be there until they're done here. ]
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Date: 2023-10-02 03:06 pm (UTC)Is… is pretty cheat.