the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb

and you're getting close

For a moment he thinks he’s almost back in the Advocates headquarters, where claws had scraped and scarred the surface of a table where he stood in much the same position. And yet, a part of him hopes she doesn’t notice the Ascended bite that still scars the inside of his thigh, opposite only to the gunshot scar on the very same leg. But she hasn’t been down this close before, and his breath hitches again when she releases the button and pushes his pants down to reveal himself to her.

She rests down on her knees, and he finds himself spacing his feet a bit more along the kitchen floor, to brace himself. And she dives in quickly, the softness of her cheek against his cock. If she’s shy, he doesn’t notice, not with the way his gaze shudders and he trembles, his muscles threatening to clench with even further anticipation. She plans to worship him, and he plans to leave her for space right after. What a cruel world this was…

For now, however, the hand that braces him, holding onto the table shifts fully into the claws and they scrape against the wood of the table as she presses her lips along his length. And when she gets to the end, he can feel the sharp warmth of her tongue that elicits a sharp intake of breath, a gasp of sorts as the hand that remains in her hair fists a bit more, the one at the table clenches as the wood groans beneath the pressure he applies. ”Mmm…” He manages. But he doesn’t move, doesn’t try to force her to do anything — he simply remains, aching and ready, gaze shadowed and husky and his body throbbing beneath her attention and her actions. She absolutely could get him to beg this way.

so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow

and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know

SuNJATA