Haha. Because I'm the one holding you down? It wasn't too long ago that you were warning me not to feed your ego. I wonder… what ever happened to that!
[ So he says while dragging a kiss to Sampo's jawline, occasionally holding skin between his teeth. At the end of the world, at least no one else's going to see you or you, yourself. When Sampo had called Elysium a bastard, he really wasn't wrong.
He heaps on his affections, whatever they are, because to him, Sampo is just that kind of guy: after he's seen everything and hollowed out all that he is, is Elysium's life itself all that special? It's not that they've changed; it's just that the situation's changed. If one last act is what's needed to ensure their play goes without a hitch, then Elysium can serve that role, easy.
If one needed any more evidence that they (Elysium) should be shut up: ]
And you say that, but I'm thinking I prefer you like this? Your back to a surface, right under me. How else would I be able to see your face? I thought about it before, during that time you told me those same words.
[ He cants his head enough that his mouth is where he'd taken that very first bite, voice dropping low. Body against body, Sampo can probably feel both the heat and hardness that's collected at Elysium's core, throbbing with unmistakable desire. The coldness of his tail does little in abating it, but it's less of a priority, and Elysium pays it no mind as his own hand shifts to wrap experimentally around Sampo's shaft. ]
… You're beautiful, Koski. [ His breath is hot, and his eyes narrow meaningfully as he pulls away no more than necessary to watch how his expression might flicker. ] How do you want me to finish you? With my hand? [ A squeeze, ] Or——my mouth?
most definitely nsfw now... it looks like this but i'm the innocent
[ So he says while dragging a kiss to Sampo's jawline, occasionally holding skin between his teeth. At the end of the world, at least no one else's going to see you or you, yourself. When Sampo had called Elysium a bastard, he really wasn't wrong.
He heaps on his affections, whatever they are, because to him, Sampo is just that kind of guy: after he's seen everything and hollowed out all that he is, is Elysium's life itself all that special? It's not that they've changed; it's just that the situation's changed. If one last act is what's needed to ensure their play goes without a hitch, then Elysium can serve that role, easy.
If one needed any more evidence that they (Elysium) should be shut up: ]
And you say that, but I'm thinking I prefer you like this? Your back to a surface, right under me. How else would I be able to see your face? I thought about it before, during that time you told me those same words.
[ He cants his head enough that his mouth is where he'd taken that very first bite, voice dropping low. Body against body, Sampo can probably feel both the heat and hardness that's collected at Elysium's core, throbbing with unmistakable desire. The coldness of his tail does little in abating it, but it's less of a priority, and Elysium pays it no mind as his own hand shifts to wrap experimentally around Sampo's shaft. ]
… You're beautiful, Koski. [ His breath is hot, and his eyes narrow meaningfully as he pulls away no more than necessary to watch how his expression might flicker. ] How do you want me to finish you? With my hand? [ A squeeze, ] Or——my mouth?