[Zhou Fei shudders again at the lips pressing against the marks tying him to Seren. They’re still so sensitive, despite the skin healing over a few weeks later. Even after wandering the desert, blasted by sand, carrying Seren on his back, the burgundy ebb to his skin never fully disappeared.
Good. He never wanted that pinprick sensation to leave, for the violent presence of teeth to disappear from the canvas of his body. In fact, he wants more, more, more, wants Seren to paint him in scars for everyone to see.
For now, though, he follows Seren’s train of thought, or tries to.]
Y’know. [He sighs with a grin.] Been a while since I’ve been railed on a kitchen counter.
[He clenches around Seren again and rolls his hips back, just to tease.] Probably since we play married.
[The question is does he want to rile Seren back up into ferality, to lie about having been fucked by someone else against a kitchen counter in the mean time, to drive up that possessive, competitve edge in his balii that he so loves.
Or maybe continue down the breeding scenario they’ve started, to lean into the animalistic side of the lamnii, to play married and bred.
Honestly, he strangely likes the second option more. What’s wrong with him? ] Wouldn’t you want to see me walking around in the kitchen full of your young? Practically bursting with them?
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Date: 2021-04-12 02:26 pm (UTC)Good. He never wanted that pinprick sensation to leave, for the violent presence of teeth to disappear from the canvas of his body. In fact, he wants more, more, more, wants Seren to paint him in scars for everyone to see.
For now, though, he follows Seren’s train of thought, or tries to.]
Y’know. [He sighs with a grin.] Been a while since I’ve been railed on a kitchen counter.
[He clenches around Seren again and rolls his hips back, just to tease.] Probably since we play married.
[The question is does he want to rile Seren back up into ferality, to lie about having been fucked by someone else against a kitchen counter in the mean time, to drive up that possessive, competitve edge in his balii that he so loves.
Or maybe continue down the breeding scenario they’ve started, to lean into the animalistic side of the lamnii, to play married and bred.
Honestly, he strangely likes the second option more. What’s wrong with him? ] Wouldn’t you want to see me walking around in the kitchen full of your young? Practically bursting with them?