[Perhaps it's wrong to want to also please Asmo - Sänger has no desire to die, of course - but hunger is a terrible thing. Maybe one day, he'll propose something to Yoku - but that won't be for some time yet. And certainly not to be undertaken without Yoku's personal blessing.
[But he is mortal, and what greater waste to bury his body when it could offer some reprieve for the entity within his love?
[He still hisses a little when he's bitten, breath catching as his knees knock slightly together. It stings - the lance of fangs into his shoulder. But it isn't bad, and if it helps Asmo, so much the better.]
You already know what I look like...
[He pouts, but he does relax a little more, and then bends a little to offer a kiss in kind, tasting his own blood on Yoku's tongue again. This time, it's to tenderly clean up a little of the traces, and his gaze, perhaps, almost seems to look not only at Yoku, but through him, to the hungry entity within.]
Eat me out awhile? As you can probably smell, I'm quite soaked for you.
[His gaze glimmers, and he stands up properly again, shrugging out of his shirt and tossing that over the back of the chair as well, atop his coat. It leaves the scars under his chest on further display, but he's long since lost any self-consciousness over the marks now that his body is what he's always wanted it to look like.]
Please just make sure you're comfortable, while you're at it.
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Date: 2022-07-16 02:45 am (UTC)[But he is mortal, and what greater waste to bury his body when it could offer some reprieve for the entity within his love?
[He still hisses a little when he's bitten, breath catching as his knees knock slightly together. It stings - the lance of fangs into his shoulder. But it isn't bad, and if it helps Asmo, so much the better.]
You already know what I look like...
[He pouts, but he does relax a little more, and then bends a little to offer a kiss in kind, tasting his own blood on Yoku's tongue again. This time, it's to tenderly clean up a little of the traces, and his gaze, perhaps, almost seems to look not only at Yoku, but through him, to the hungry entity within.]
Eat me out awhile? As you can probably smell, I'm quite soaked for you.
[His gaze glimmers, and he stands up properly again, shrugging out of his shirt and tossing that over the back of the chair as well, atop his coat. It leaves the scars under his chest on further display, but he's long since lost any self-consciousness over the marks now that his body is what he's always wanted it to look like.]
Please just make sure you're comfortable, while you're at it.