( Ish had said he'd kiss his wounds, but some part of him didn't think he'd commit to the act of it - at least, not while they were so fresh. A soft Ah, escapes his lips as Ish gathers him close, and he feels his tongue work at the injury. He stings - it hurts - of course it does; but there's something about Ish's gentle work and the way it feels - wet and warm and soft - against the raucous, slick, and heated pain of his skinless wound - that he can't help but find appeal in.
That, and the way his blood gets on Ish's lips. There's something about it, )
Ish— ( He swallows, tentatively letting his fingers (and not too much else, lest he bleed into his hair) curl lightly into Ish's locks, more because he wants to touch him, somehow; ) You'll get it all over you . . .
( He's so messy right now! And Ish always seems to like keeping himself clean-cut. )
and now cw for general gore/injury from this point
That, and the way his blood gets on Ish's lips. There's something about it, )
Ish— ( He swallows, tentatively letting his fingers (and not too much else, lest he bleed into his hair) curl lightly into Ish's locks, more because he wants to touch him, somehow; ) You'll get it all over you . . .
( He's so messy right now! And Ish always seems to like keeping himself clean-cut. )