DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The challenge had been taken – absconded quickly in her favor, a near-silent stroke of wings below him and he had no chance, no opportunity to ever scale the stairs as quickly. The beast had no plumes, no talons; just the enigmatic twist and turn of his barbaric presence. He followed with swift speed regardless of his sound defeat, an eyeroll along his gaze and a snort in pursuit. Upon entering his room, he noticed she’d made herself comfortable already, dropping across the massive expanse, either the anxiety, the apprehension gone, or wilted away on the fringes of play and diversions. It suited the moment just fine – he took ample opportunity to survey her from the threshold, eyes raking over open collars and visible thighs, sinful predilection making its way into his piercing depths.He crossed the room, standing before her, a tower, a blackguard, before bending down, leaning over, hovering, taut arms locking on either side of her; a Reaper cage without the locks or tethers. The snicker on his lips intended to brush over hers, “Yes,” echoing and bounding along his mouth, soft at first, before their hunger caressed and stoked, gaze hooded, then closed, taking, taking, and taking, giving, giving, and giving, a signature of their rituals and traditions.
On purpose, because he understood the instances for teasing, for taunts, for another set of provocations, he pulled away, absent air where he’d previously stood. Impish grins and devilish ministrations unraveled once more, he wandered over to his various drawers, pulling out boxers and sweatpants – and without warning, dropped his towel on the floor, kicking it aside to pick up later. Stripped down again, he took meticulously, slow movements, tenacious in his composure, in his juvenile tendencies, before putting them on (and if they came off swiftly thereafter, then so be it). The beast glanced over his shoulder, complete ruffian and Mephistophelean, arching a brow, imploring, instigating. “As a prize, you may choose your side,” and he laughed, indicating the bed and its opposing edges.
Unite and spread the heart apart
