( catchall ) even now i still dream of you

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gonna put some shitpost here later ok the point is is that we're free to wild tf out

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Ah... [Sandalphon's throat is suddenly dry. He glances up at Izumi's face, but just as quickly averts his gaze. Is this really okay? Is it really alright...to satisfy this craving?] ...I... [Before he can come up with an answer, his body moves on its own. Because Izumi is right. Right now, what he wants more than anything else is...] Izumi, I love you... [With those words, he leans in, nuzzling against his neck, dragging his tongue along the side to feel Izumi's pulse. His throat...no, that can't be torn the way he wants to. He wants to hear the noises Izumi will make, after all...so he returns his attention to his shoulder, carefully finding the bite mark from before, whimpering in ecstasy as he tastes Izumi's blood on his tongue again. He wants to taste even more of him, to have a mouth full of him, and he sinks his teeth into the flesh of Izumi's shoulder without hesitation. It is not a simple bite mark he leaves this time, but rather a gaping wound, having bitten a chunk of his shoulder off entirely, chewing and swallowing it as naturally as one might eat a hunk of roasted meat. Tears well up in his eyes, though he's not sure if it's from the shock of what he's just done or because he's just so happy to have finally done it. Either way, he's already leaning forward again to lick up the blood streaming from the wound. Ah, he tastes so sweet.]

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[ he's already shuddering in anticipation as sandalphon's tongue makes its way down his throat, taking deep breaths to steady himself. it's not as though this is the first time sandalphon's bitten him, what with all the lovebites covering his neck and collarbone, but this is different. too different.

his fingers dig into sandalphon's back when he bit harder than usual, breath catching as a what should be excruciating pain searing up his spine, but for some reason he can barely feel nothing except for a sting on his shoulder, as if a syringe just stabbed him right there. he can only gasp softly in sandalphon's ear, squirming underneath him, the smell of his own blood permeating the room - and he wonders how good he would've tasted, in that moment. ]

How... How do I taste...?

[ he can barely speak, but he's thankful that sandalphon hasn't taken a chunk off his throat yet. keyword: yet. ]

M-My... My shoulder isn't the only thing that's appetizing, you know...

[ ah, just the idea of sandalphon devouring him... he's slowly starting to see the appeal now. ]

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You... [He takes a shaky breath, lapping at the wound he's left. It's an indescribable taste, unlike anything he's ever had before, but the word he's been coming back to is probably the closest.] You taste so sweet...and warm...I've never tasted anything like it...it's... [He could get addicted to it, if he's not careful. His gaze flickers over to Izumi's face, searching for any sign of discomfort or pain. But...there isn't any that he can see, and before he can get very far in his search, Izumi encourages him. A thrilling jolt of excitement shoots down his spine. If he's enjoying this too...then it means Sandalphon can keep going...he can taste more and more of him... Just thinking about it makes him salivate.] Mmmm...where should I taste next...? [He's talking more to himself than to Izumi, but he's certainly trying to get a rise out of him.] Your arm...your chest... [His breath hitches.] Y-Your throat... [No, not yet. Not yet...he hasn't drawn out nearly enough lovely noises from it. Indulging in it now is too early. He razes the lower edge of Izumi's bite wound with his teeth, practically purring. He's made his choice—for now, he'll go further down his chest. His teeth scrape against Izumi's collarbone as he takes another bite, gnawing on the bone, unable to keep himself from whimpering in joy. He wants more and more with each passing second. This is the only taste he enjoys more than coffee.]

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[ it's to be expected that izumi would taste like the rarest kind of meat around, akin to a fancy five-star meal one could get from a restaurant - what with izumi's meticulous diet and exercise.

but he himself wouldn't have expected that his illustrous skin will be marred with blood and teethmarks. it should hurt as hell, but maybe because they're in a dreamlike state that it doesn't ache at all. at most he can feel a slight sting when sandy bites into the sinews of his shoulder. and yet... izumi can't bear to look at it yet. just the act alone is already ramping up his heartrate, that sandalphon would be able to hear as he moves down and treats himself to his collarbone. ]

A-Ah...

[ it's as if they're closer than ever, in a grotesque way. it may as well be a blessing that sandalphon doesn't go for his throat just yet - izumi would like to make more sounds for him, entice him more and more with his moans and whines until he cannot take it any longer. his voicebox will be his lover's reward.

but that doesn't mean it's izumi's only desirable part of his body at the moment. he shifts beneath sandalphon, grinding against his ass a little, and pulling up his own leg before taking sandalphon's hand and stroking it on his thigh. ah. ]

Here... See how meaty I am right here?

[ he's going insane. ]

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[Izumi's legs...Sandalphon's breath catches as he thinks about it, throat going dry even though he's only just swallowed a mouthful of flesh and blood. He loves Izumi's legs, the most graceful and lovely part of an already graceful and lovely body.

And when his eyes are drawn to them, when Izumi pulls his hand over to his thigh, when he lightly squeezes it...

He has to know how this part of him will taste, too.]

...You might not be able to dance anymore if I eat too much, you know...? So if that happens...I'll take responsibility...

[He'd have to be an idiot to refuse Izumi's generosity and not partake, after all. Breathing heavily, he shifts his body, gives Izumi's thigh another squeeze...

And takes another bite.

Oh, it's heavenly, even sweeter than his shoulder; he thought well-used muscles were supposed to be tough, but the supple, delicately delicious meat in his mouth is anything but. He can't help himself as he takes another bite, barely giving himself enough time to swallow the first one.]

You taste so good, Izumi, I...I want to devour you...I promise...I promise I'll savor you, so...!

[Izumi isn't the only one going insane, it seems.]

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[ there's another bite, and izumi throws his head back as he feels a chunk of his flesh tear off from his leg. it's like the hickeys sandalphon tend to leave on him whenever he focuses on his thighs but much rougher, and instead of a bite wound there's another gaping, bleeding wound in its place.

oh, make that two gaping wounds. izumi's gone delirious from all the attention, from the grotesque sight of blood, that he can't help but pant as if this is all turning him on.

and it really is turning him on; if sandalphon looks closes, he can see that izumi's already getting hard between his legs. ]

Mm, take... take responsibility of me. I don't want to-- walk away from you. Ever.

[ he might not be able to dance anymore after this, but if sandalphon holds him and lavishes him with so much attention like this, it's more than enough. ]

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[Sandalphon leans down to kiss the bleeding human below him, shoving his tongue, still wet with traces of Izumi's blood, into his mouth, moaning wantonly. He's been hard already for a while, his body reacting to the noises Izumi's been making—and any sense of shame that he might normally be feeling at enjoying such carnage is completely gone. Right now, the only thing that matters is the heat of Izumi's body, the taste of his flesh, the sounds and the smells of his beloved being devoured alive.] I'll cherish you forever... [Another kiss, before Sandalphon returns his attention to Izumi's legs, eyeing his other, unblemished thigh and licking his lips.] Tell me...tell me where you want me, Izumi... [In the meantime, he'll stake his claim on the smooth flesh of Izumi's thigh, ripping and tearing into the meat with his incisors. The sounds are grotesque, ones that once made his stomach churn to hear on the battlefield, but now it's akin to sweet music.] I'll swallow you, and I'll fill you up... [He loves Izumi so much.]