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[He sighs and closes his eyes, grinding up against Will lightly. Both his hands move now, skating over every part of Will that they can.

Slowly, he speaks.]

I found a room. I was leaving the observation deck of the casino, and I walked into this room with... a chest, or a box. I'm not sure which.

There was something in the box that I can't properly recall. Valuables, I think. But also... not.

The thing is, Will, I can't find the room again. I've looked everywhere.

[He bares his throat and digs his blunt nails into Will's shoulders.]

[ will lets him move, pressing his hips down as harry’s go up, enjoying the sensation even though his attention hangs on every word the man says. ]

Close your eyes, Harry.

[ he slides his hands over the man’s chest, soothing and soft, tracing the lines of muscle and their connective tissue. ]

You left the casino floor. You opened a door and inside there was a box, or a chest. Tell me.

[ he drags his nails over the man’s chest. ] What did the box look like? Did it have a scent? What did it feel like?

[He does as he's bid. His cock stiffens a little and he rocks up again.]

Just the sort of thing you'd find in an attic. A steamer trunk sort of thing. It had... gold coins. At first.

[Harry groans softly.]

It smelled awful. Like spoilt meat.

Kiss me again?

A first.

[ he presses his palms up harry's chest then up until he's cradling the man's face between his palms. leaning forward applies more friction, allows him to drag his own stiffening cock against the man's.

and just as he's asked, he kisses him - sweet and slow at first, with teeth catching the swell of his bottom lip after, pulling. ] It smelled awful. What did you see when you looked in again?

[ another kiss, hungry and slow, words spoken between every brush of contact. ]

Ah. Yes.

[Harry groans again, his hands wandering as if he's not sure where to rest them: Will's wrists, forearms, sides.]

Broken glass. And... Will, this is so strange, I cannot begin to explain it, but... I'm almost positive that I saw a dead monkey.

[Harry's confusion at least makes sense. His horror, however, seems to be without reason.]

I've not felt right since.

A dead monkey.

[ interesting. he lets harry's hands go, allows the skirting of fingers and nails along his skin. he kisses him again but this time he bites into it a little too harshly, draws blood from harry's tongue. ]

You could be restless - lost in yourself. Perhaps you're struggling with a change, or questioning who you are. Tell me, you saw a dead monkey - why did it make you uncomfortable.

[ he leans in further, flattening his chest to harry's, head dipping in against his throat, bloody and wet. ]

A capuchin.

[It's all he manages before he's kissed again, groaning and rolling his hips up when he's bitten. Blood, the taste of blood, so familiar.

He wraps his arms tightly around Will's neck and spreads his legs so he can hook his heels over Will's calves. He doesn't think when he answers:]

Because I killed her.

[ he sighs, a low rumbling sound against harry's throat, their hips coming flush. he wastes no time grinding his hardened, clothed cock down against harry's. he's warm and tolerant, eager for the taste of blood and the bite of pain. he sucks an angry, purpling mark into harry's collar bone. ]

Tell me how you killed her.

[ quiet, but intense, hands sliding down harry's side, pressing fingers into the place he'd bitten him when they laid out in the garden, just over his ribs, the wound likely healed. ]

You're doing so well, Harry. [ a passing lick at a nipple, a sloppy kiss to his sternum, blunt teeth dragging their way until he sits up, out of harry's reach and nudges forward, cock rutting against the curve of harry's ass. ]

[He cries out softly when Will digs at the old bite, hurt but excited by that very fact. He welcomes every scrape of teeth on skin, wonders what it might take to get Will to draw more blood.

He presses back, shameless in his clear desire to be taken.]

I don't know. I can't remember. Only that it was for a greater purpose.

Will, please... please, your teeth...

What purpose do you think it was for? Go on - take a guess.

[ he could have harry here - he could fuck him until he forgets about the monkey and purposes and any such things, but his ears fill with noise as harry urges him to use his teeth. it's been a rough day - a few strange sessions and meeting a young man named danny has made him realize just how quiet his hunger has been until now. ]

On your stomach.

[ he grinds his wanting cock against harry's ass one more time before he sits back, giving the man room to roll. he peels his own remaining clothes off - no need to get them messy - and only once harry has turned does he dive in, pressing wet kisses down his spine until he reaches the cleft of his ass. ]

Keep talking. [ and he presses, sliding his tongue eagerly along the puckered muscle of his hole. he'll have a bite of him - he knows it now, maybe a few, eager to remember harry's blood on his tongue, but he will build up to it. ]

Experimentation.

[He says it without thinking, the only way that seems to produce answers. If he lets himself consider the question for any amount of time, he thinks his way out of a reply.

He groans with relief when Will tells him to move. It's been a while, he realises, since he's not been cast in the role of 'daddy.' It's a nice change.

He rolls and pulls a pillow to him, hugging it tightly as Will kisses his way down. He whines softly when his tongue goes where he really craves.]

Ah. Yes. I. Please.

I think I'm losing my sense of reality. And I feel... a darkness. A disregard for myself. It's probably just a response to being so selfish, but...

Did you find what you were looking for?

[ experimentation. how delightful. he hums low and dips his head back, sucking at the sensitive flare of muscle before he settles into slow, slow licks, enjoying the little whines, the way harry moves and settles so eagerly for him. he grips at his ass cheeks, keeping him spread open, fingernails digging half moons into the pristine skin. ]

What were you selfish with? Tell me, Harry. [ a sigh against one buttock, a swipe of his tongue and the rub of bristle at his jaw. ] Tell me what you want. Do you still want my teeth? My mouth? [ a kiss, a nip, a lick. ] Or my hands? [ a thumb, pressed in against the wettened hole, just applying the faintest bit of pressure. ]

Or both.

Unfortunately, yes.

[He has no idea what that was, but he knows the answer to be true nonetheless. He feels entranced, as if Will has hypnotised him with his soft voice and clever tongue.

He lets his head hang, face obscured by his curls.]

I. I don't know. But I've been told as much. So it must be true.

[He shivers. His cock is trapped between his body and the bed and he makes no move to touch it. For the moment it is preferable to simply throb, not yet desperate.

He whines again, high and soft, at the feel of Will's thumb.]

Your cock. And your teeth.

[Quietly:]

I think of you often, in my dark moments. Of your lust. I wish to be enveloped by it.

To be consumed.

[ consumed. enveloped. it stirs something deep in will's belly, a monster waiting to be released and he laughs low against harry's skin, nuzzling in against it as his thumb is replaced by a forefinger, pressing in to the second knuckle. ]

You'll get my cock soon enough. [ he smiles, licks a long, slow stripe from the junction of harry's ass at his thigh up to his tail bone. he's divine - from the moment in the garden when he tasted blood and skin on his tongue he knew harry would be an utter delicacy and here he is, given a wide berth to consume, to taste, to sample him. he pushes the finger all the way in to the hilt, draws back out, repeats the motion slowly before he seeks out harry's prostate, pressing against it right as his teeth sink into the flesh of harry's ass cheek, into muscle. ]

Good.

[Murmured softly before he whines, hips twitching. He shoves a hand between his body and the bed, fingers finding his eager cock. He strokes, pulling his foreskin down so he can thumb the head, feeling precum dribble over his skin already. There is another fresh spill when Will presses against his prostate, and his body jerks beneath the sudden feel of teeth.]

God, yes.

[ he wants to stop the pesky hand that harry permits himself to use, but that can be dealt with later. later, because his teeth sink in, in, in - breaking the skin and then with a shallow bite - tears through sinew, muscle, tissue. spills hot blood into his mouth and will groans, heady and lustful and wanting the moment he pulls his head back, laughing as he chews. ]

You are...

[ another pump of his hand before he adds a second finger, making sure to find that pleasant little spot each time as he devours the very workings of harry altogether. ]

You taste divine. I could call you a fine carpaccio, but I think you taste even better than that.

[Harry's hand stills and his eyes snap open; the pain goes from being a sharp but regular thing to something deeper, something wrong.

Harry shrieks... but he doesn't move away.

Below the pain and sudden horror is still a pleasure.

Panting, he looks back over his shoulder. His eyes are huge, and they grow wider still when he sees Will swallow.

The whole world goes still white for a moment.

When it crashes back he's shocked to find that he's still hard, is in fact pushing back at Will's hand.]

You.

[ how funny how pleasure and panic can sound so similar. will swallows around the tender meat, blood dripping down his chin. the wound isn’t so bad - shallow and careful but shaped so perfectly like a dangerous kiss. ]

You wanted to be consumed, Harry.

[ the hips rocking into his hand, the sound he makes, the wet drip of harry’s cock onto the sheets. will pulls his fingers free and shifts on the bed, dropping his cock against his worked open hole, but not breaching it yet but applying pressure. ]

Yes, Harry? Tell me what you want.

[Not like this! part of him screams, the part that isn't spreading his legs wider. Blood pours freely down his thigh when he does. His heart pounds hard and fast and his breath catches in his throat as he hitches it in to scream.

It doesn't matter, a soft voice speaks up from the pit of his subconscious.

You're poison.

This nonsensical thought calms him, and he exhales in a quiet rush.]

I want you to bugger me already. And if you plan to take any more bites out of me, just not the neck.

[ harry is tender and warm on the tongue in a way that makes it so tempting to have another bite. that makes him want to lean in and lick the wound, give him a second to match it. hear the way harry's voice hitches and rises and shrieks.

he huffs, reaching down to take himself into hand, smearing blood and spit over harry's hole before he slowly presses in, bears down and drops his mouth to the man's strong shoulder blade, dragging teeth against the skin as he grunts and pushes in to the hilt. ]

And what about here? [ a hoarse laugh, teeth dragging to leave welts as he begins to move his hips slowly, setting a languid pace. ]

That's fine.

[Harry's voice is soft and oddly content. It's as if his anxiety is leaving his body on the wave of his blood. He breathes through Will's intrusion, his body being moved by his subsequent thrusts. Harry's pulse steadies and his eyes slip half shut.

It is a strange sort of ecstasy.

Eventually he grips his own cock, not stroking so much as simply providing a place to fuck into. He begins to move his own hips back, trying to provide Will with more pleasure.]

Good.

[ he laps his tongue over the skin, tasting the angry welts he's made, gently warning harry where his teeth will sink next. and they do - biting into the shallow skin - not taking any flesh with him this time but leaving the half-circle shape of his teeth as he begins to thrust a little harder into harry's eager body. ]

Shit, you taste - [ a breathless laugh and he leans down against the bite mark and sucks, groaning lewdly around it. ]

You're doing so well, Harry.

[Teeth punch into his skin and Harry whimpers. He strokes himself faster, shameless in chasing his own pleasure.]

Ah. Yes. Please don't stop. Please.

[Will could bite him over and over, could stain the sheets crimson. None of it matters. He's alive, he's alive and present.]

[ it's impossible to ignore his own pleasure, hips moving at a punishing pace as he tilts his head, biting the back of a flexed, working tricep, punching holes there all over again, licking lewdly at the skin.

he pauses, breathing coming in sudden desperate pants, mouth falling back to the wound at his shoulder blade as he comes hard and sudden, teeth finally tearing into the wound as he comes hard and fast, filling harry and fucking into him slowly as his orgasm progresses. he doesn't take any flesh with him, just blood - so much blood. ]

Fuck. Come for me, Harry. I can taste it in your blood - go on, perfect man. Come.

[It's fucked up that what gets Harry to come isn't being called perfect, but that Will says he can taste it. Intermingled thoughts of blood and semen. The short, sweet spike of ecstasy has Harry's senses completely blotted out for a moment.

When he comes back to himself his legs are trembling and his body hurts in multiple places. He's come all over and he more or less just falls into the mess, absolutely wrecked.

He lays there, panting.]

That was different.

Edited 2025-07-21 19:58 (UTC)

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