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[ 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)

[ will comes back into his body very much the way harry does - trembling, sore, worn. he pulls free and rolls over onto his back on the bed, breathing heavily. he's quiet for a long, long moment before he reaches to touch harry's hair, fingers sliding into the curls at the back of his head. ]

It was.

[ he can still taste harry's blood on his tongue, it's messily smeared over his mouth and chin. he should take time to wipe it free, but he doesn't. ]

How do you feel?

Bloody fantastic.

[Harry stretches experimentally and winces. Carefully, he brings a hand to his asscheek and feels the damage there. It's shocking to find that, yes, part of him is just gone.]

I have to take care of this.

[But first he moves clumsily to kiss Will on the mouth. He can taste his own blood and can feel Will's cum leaking out of him. He's a mess.

He laughs against Will's mouth.]

[ will hums into the kiss, leaning in and prolonging it, playful. harry laughs and he can't help but chase his mouth again, kissing him and letting it linger. ]

I'll help you clean it, bandage it, if you'd like.

[ he smooths a hand along harry's side, petting, watching him with fond interest. ]

That would be nice, thank you.

[Mostly because it's hard to bandage your own ass.

He hesitates again, stealing another kiss.]

Did you enjoy it?

Stay put then. I'll bring the supplies to you.

[ when harry kisses him he reaches to touch his face, thumbing over the high point of his cheek bone as he pulls away, looking at his eyes, the bridge of his nose, the pout of his mouth. ]

Yes. Very much. I hope you did as well.

[ he leans in and presses a fleeting kiss to the corner of harry's mouth then pulls away, climbing from the bed a little bloody and sweaty, stretching. ] It's going to sting, but as you know we need to properly sanitize everything.

I did.

[Harry lays on his stomach and puts his head down, turned to one side to watch Will.]

Mm. I know.

I'll be alright.

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