( he doesn't even have the pizza in his mouth yet and it still slides off of his palm, off to the side and onto the floor. a wet sound that is surely not the only one that's been made so far, and certainly not the last, especially given how much has leaked from the tips of both of his dicks. is it some benefit of the mutation he's gone through, similar to the one that gave him the ability to slam into the ground with such force that it could send ripples of fear through all those nearby? or perhaps it's just that rare venom that still courses through his veins, seeking for someone to mate with, and which encourages him in all of the best ways.
is shiro that someone? well, he's certainly on the right track for that distinction. )
No... you shouldn't. I've never wanted to hurt anyone. Merely frighten them, yes, but not like this. ( softly: ) Not like this.
( that hand, though. he carefully takes it, squeezes it with his palm and curls his fingers around it. luchino watches those claws again, to ensure no actual harm comes to the pilot. for all of the bloodletting he's done, the idea of it now is almost sickening. especially when it's offered to comfort him, to settle and remind him of where they are. his chest and stomach feel cool now, a soothing sensation that is amplified as he feels shiro pulls himself up and shares what he's been tasting.
it's certainly a surprise. the applications of his tongue, of his sex, those were things he never considered to be relevant--- at least at this stage. but perhaps his priorities need to be reevaluated! it's almost floral in a way, not yet a perfume or cologne or musk but something that carries his pheromones. probably not to the effect of attracting others, but definitely not a deterrent. something to make the experience more pleasant. and let's not forget what it does to his heart.
this man. he's something. how lucky luchino is to have him, even if it ends up being temporary. a fling, a raindrop to a lake.
with his other hand, he raises it and his fingers to touch shiro's face. to run it over, into his hair, to cup the back of his head, then place it on his back. something he fears he'll screw up somehow, but with all the care in the world... he accomplishes. )
Who knew there'd be a man as good as yourself out there? ( he flicks out his tongue again, tapping under shiro's chin then makes it way to his cheek, where he taps again. ) Certainly too good for these... ah, troublemakers.
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is shiro that someone? well, he's certainly on the right track for that distinction. )
No... you shouldn't. I've never wanted to hurt anyone. Merely frighten them, yes, but not like this. ( softly: ) Not like this.
( that hand, though. he carefully takes it, squeezes it with his palm and curls his fingers around it. luchino watches those claws again, to ensure no actual harm comes to the pilot. for all of the bloodletting he's done, the idea of it now is almost sickening. especially when it's offered to comfort him, to settle and remind him of where they are. his chest and stomach feel cool now, a soothing sensation that is amplified as he feels shiro pulls himself up and shares what he's been tasting.
it's certainly a surprise. the applications of his tongue, of his sex, those were things he never considered to be relevant--- at least at this stage. but perhaps his priorities need to be reevaluated! it's almost floral in a way, not yet a perfume or cologne or musk but something that carries his pheromones. probably not to the effect of attracting others, but definitely not a deterrent. something to make the experience more pleasant. and let's not forget what it does to his heart.
this man. he's something. how lucky luchino is to have him, even if it ends up being temporary. a fling, a raindrop to a lake.
with his other hand, he raises it and his fingers to touch shiro's face. to run it over, into his hair, to cup the back of his head, then place it on his back. something he fears he'll screw up somehow, but with all the care in the world... he accomplishes. )
Who knew there'd be a man as good as yourself out there? ( he flicks out his tongue again, tapping under shiro's chin then makes it way to his cheek, where he taps again. ) Certainly too good for these... ah, troublemakers.
( they throb and twitch. )