( why are they so horny for three threads in a row they're like catholic private school boys desperate to get a little bit wherever they can
Ish can feel the way Hwylryn smiles in the way his teeth curve into the bite, pleased by the way his voice sounds, pleased by how he seems to melt into him - how Ish is the one who pulls them flush this time, digs his nails into him in a way that's pleasantly familiar, but not quite as painful as it was inside his chest. He loves it anyway.
He runs his tongue along the wound (no, love bite), suckling at the blood and swallowing it as if it were nectar, worsening the intensity of the coming bruise. It's a laborious process, painful in an aching way; teasing in the way his teeth scrape against his skin again, but don't seem keen to bite.
He can't help but grind up against Ish as he works the incisions of the bite a little wider, his neck a veritable horror show - until, without warning (he hopes he'll get to swallow Ish's gasp), he bites down sharp again, this time, pointedly, at the spot Siffrin had cut into his neck. This one is his. It's not for anyone else to take away. He'd only wished he'd come to know Ish sooner, and marked him then - as if his claim would be a charm that could keep Ish safe. )
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Ish can feel the way Hwylryn smiles in the way his teeth curve into the bite, pleased by the way his voice sounds, pleased by how he seems to melt into him - how Ish is the one who pulls them flush this time, digs his nails into him in a way that's pleasantly familiar, but not quite as painful as it was inside his chest. He loves it anyway.
He runs his tongue along the wound (no, love bite), suckling at the blood and swallowing it as if it were nectar, worsening the intensity of the coming bruise. It's a laborious process, painful in an aching way; teasing in the way his teeth scrape against his skin again, but don't seem keen to bite.
He can't help but grind up against Ish as he works the incisions of the bite a little wider, his neck a veritable horror show - until, without warning (he hopes he'll get to swallow Ish's gasp), he bites down sharp again, this time, pointedly, at the spot Siffrin had cut into his neck. This one is his. It's not for anyone else to take away. He'd only wished he'd come to know Ish sooner, and marked him then - as if his claim would be a charm that could keep Ish safe. )