( catchall ) even now i still dream of you

[obsessiveness]

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

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[obsessiveness]

[ 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. ]

[unnecessities]

[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.]

[obsessiveness]

[ 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. ]

[unnecessities]

[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.]