liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
Neron has no claws to bite into Sunjata's shoulder blades, but his fingernails will leave pink crescents in his skin when he finally draws away again. For now, though, he's locked against the Flood's neck, the roar of pleasure combining with the physical sensations to render him mute and senseless in his ectasy, throat closing around any sound he might want to make.
And it feels like it might last forever, if only Sunjata wouldn't inconveniently bleed out. Alas, after a small eternity that Neron wishes he could get back, he withdraws from the other man, his head lolling against the Flood's shoulder, his chest heaving with a breath he doesn't need. The number of bites alone would render him sluggish, but add in their exercise and Neron is exquisitely exhausted.
"Fuck," he breathes, feeling like that covers it, more or less.
And it feels like it might last forever, if only Sunjata wouldn't inconveniently bleed out. Alas, after a small eternity that Neron wishes he could get back, he withdraws from the other man, his head lolling against the Flood's shoulder, his chest heaving with a breath he doesn't need. The number of bites alone would render him sluggish, but add in their exercise and Neron is exquisitely exhausted.
"Fuck," he breathes, feeling like that covers it, more or less.
Neron
