[ In lieu of a response, Caelus brings his mouth crashing down against Luocha's lips.
There is a part of him that regrets having said everything that he did, but another part that had to do it no matter the cost— wasn't cold-hearted enough to keep up that indifferent act, could not have ever walked into this room and ruthlessly took what he wanted from Luocha's body and left without explaining why he did it or how much that would hurt him too. But as much as he'd regret that, he'll also have to regret this. The real truth is that from the very moment he decided to reach out to Luocha in a whimsical moment of weakness, there just wasn't any way he was ever going to end this without getting hurt, but it's fine. It's fine now.
There's nothing Luocha can say to hurt "Caelus" anymore.
The blond is saying something, but the creature that has coiled in the chaos of the Trailblazer's lusts won't let him hear it in a way that matters. The Ten-Lords Commission will never be able to see that look that was on the Trailblazer's face, but it will be able to see — even hear — the way he sucks at Luocha's tongue, messy and eager and sloppy, coaxing the man's chin up for more, entwining their tongues in ways that will leave them both breathless, that will make soft wet sounds of moisture echo in the silent room.
Does Luocha accede to it? Or does he struggle? Either way, as they kiss, Caelus's hands undo his shirt, tracing a reverent trail down his chest and abs to the button of his pants. Once he's there, he ends the kiss with a vicious bite to Luocha's tongue, hard enough to send the familiar taste of his blood into Caelus's mouth again.
It's just as well; shamelessly, Caelus slurps it up and licks his lips, openly and hungrily swallowing Luocha's blood. The taste of iron makes him feel more like a beast, helps him think only of the Stellaron pulsing in his ears, telling him to keep going, to take what he wants. ]
Kinda feel bad for your interrogators, really... Have they figured out yet that you get off on pain?
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There is a part of him that regrets having said everything that he did, but another part that had to do it no matter the cost— wasn't cold-hearted enough to keep up that indifferent act, could not have ever walked into this room and ruthlessly took what he wanted from Luocha's body and left without explaining why he did it or how much that would hurt him too. But as much as he'd regret that, he'll also have to regret this. The real truth is that from the very moment he decided to reach out to Luocha in a whimsical moment of weakness, there just wasn't any way he was ever going to end this without getting hurt, but it's fine. It's fine now.
There's nothing Luocha can say to hurt "Caelus" anymore.
The blond is saying something, but the creature that has coiled in the chaos of the Trailblazer's lusts won't let him hear it in a way that matters. The Ten-Lords Commission will never be able to see that look that was on the Trailblazer's face, but it will be able to see — even hear — the way he sucks at Luocha's tongue, messy and eager and sloppy, coaxing the man's chin up for more, entwining their tongues in ways that will leave them both breathless, that will make soft wet sounds of moisture echo in the silent room.
Does Luocha accede to it? Or does he struggle? Either way, as they kiss, Caelus's hands undo his shirt, tracing a reverent trail down his chest and abs to the button of his pants. Once he's there, he ends the kiss with a vicious bite to Luocha's tongue, hard enough to send the familiar taste of his blood into Caelus's mouth again.
It's just as well; shamelessly, Caelus slurps it up and licks his lips, openly and hungrily swallowing Luocha's blood. The taste of iron makes him feel more like a beast, helps him think only of the Stellaron pulsing in his ears, telling him to keep going, to take what he wants. ]
Kinda feel bad for your interrogators, really... Have they figured out yet that you get off on pain?