The bitter thought burns in the back of Sandalphon's head even as he murmurs an apology against Izumi's skin, gently soothing the wound with his tongue. The thick, metallic taste of blood in his mouth is sobering, as is seeing it smear across his perfectly porcelain throat; he's surprised he's still on board with this after being hurt literally within minutes of starting. Then again, it's not like Izumi to back down, after all.
So, more carefully this time—slower, more meticulous, Sandalphon continues his thorough marking of Izumi's neck, small bruises and blood smears dotting it all the way around, spitefully covering any lingering blemishes that might remain from being bitten or kissed too hard with his own. He's never had a problem with Izumi seeking attention from other men; it'd be hypocritical, after seeking others out himself, and unrealistic given the atmosphere of Duplicity. And, he has to remind himself, he doesn't have a reason to have a problem in the first place.
But even so, he wants all of them, every single man Izumi's ever slept with, to see these.]
Mmm...
[Sandalphon kisses along Izumi's jawline, groping him through his sweatpants, movements eager and purposeful but deliberately not doing much of anything at all. If he's already making demands like this...heck, if he started out with a demand, then Sandalphon wants to hear him beg, and the easiest way to do that is to tease him.]
By the time I'm done with you, the whole city will know you're mine.
[They'll see it in the marks on his neck, they'll hear it in the hoarseness of his voice, and just thinking about it is getting Sandalphon hot and bothered.]
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The bitter thought burns in the back of Sandalphon's head even as he murmurs an apology against Izumi's skin, gently soothing the wound with his tongue. The thick, metallic taste of blood in his mouth is sobering, as is seeing it smear across his perfectly porcelain throat; he's surprised he's still on board with this after being hurt literally within minutes of starting. Then again, it's not like Izumi to back down, after all.
So, more carefully this time—slower, more meticulous, Sandalphon continues his thorough marking of Izumi's neck, small bruises and blood smears dotting it all the way around, spitefully covering any lingering blemishes that might remain from being bitten or kissed too hard with his own. He's never had a problem with Izumi seeking attention from other men; it'd be hypocritical, after seeking others out himself, and unrealistic given the atmosphere of Duplicity. And, he has to remind himself, he doesn't have a reason to have a problem in the first place.
But even so, he wants all of them, every single man Izumi's ever slept with, to see these.]
Mmm...
[Sandalphon kisses along Izumi's jawline, groping him through his sweatpants, movements eager and purposeful but deliberately not doing much of anything at all. If he's already making demands like this...heck, if he started out with a demand, then Sandalphon wants to hear him beg, and the easiest way to do that is to tease him.]
By the time I'm done with you, the whole city will know you're mine.
[They'll see it in the marks on his neck, they'll hear it in the hoarseness of his voice, and just thinking about it is getting Sandalphon hot and bothered.]