( there’s no winning, is there. when the talking starts up again, the mouthing turns into biting, teeth sinking in until the taste of blood hits his tongue. only then does the pressure relent any— he moves along aventurine’s neck, leaving bruises in his wake. at least his pants come off easy. )
Borishi— no. ( are all dogs the same to you? ) Seolhwan.
( the second question … doesn’t need to be answered. in truth, he is still holding back; he always is, when it comes to situations like this. domestication goes a long way in offsetting instinct, but it’s not infallible. when he licks a trickle of blood off of aventurine’s neck, the wolf inside him says to rip his throat out, next time. if nothing else, it would shut him up, wouldn’t it? kirma’s hands flex with the thought, but— nothing more. )
Is this really the time for life stories.
( can you at least ask this shit like. after. with the pants out of the way, kirma pulls aventurine closer by his hips, fingers curling in hard enough to leave bruises. )
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Borishi— no. ( are all dogs the same to you? ) Seolhwan.
( the second question … doesn’t need to be answered. in truth, he is still holding back; he always is, when it comes to situations like this. domestication goes a long way in offsetting instinct, but it’s not infallible. when he licks a trickle of blood off of aventurine’s neck, the wolf inside him says to rip his throat out, next time. if nothing else, it would shut him up, wouldn’t it? kirma’s hands flex with the thought, but— nothing more. )
Is this really the time for life stories.
( can you at least ask this shit like. after. with the pants out of the way, kirma pulls aventurine closer by his hips, fingers curling in hard enough to leave bruises. )