[ he wants more, craves more, and the way she's using him is perfect. he lets his head roll back slightly on his neck, wobbly on his spine, and looks up at her sharp and clear.
he licks his lips, wet with blood, and then grins. he undoes his pants deftly with his one good hand, shoving them down over his hips. the way he moves like this, clawed open and hollow, should be unsettling. then his hand is tugging at the fastenings of her pants as well, a low syrupy growl leaving his throat instead of his mouth.
get it off, he's saying without so many words, eyes narrowing slightly. he wants her on top of him, riding him as she rips him apart, and he can't even put it into words. ]
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he licks his lips, wet with blood, and then grins. he undoes his pants deftly with his one good hand, shoving them down over his hips. the way he moves like this, clawed open and hollow, should be unsettling. then his hand is tugging at the fastenings of her pants as well, a low syrupy growl leaving his throat instead of his mouth.
get it off, he's saying without so many words, eyes narrowing slightly. he wants her on top of him, riding him as she rips him apart, and he can't even put it into words. ]