[ ramuda has nothing left to lose and everything left to lose; it's these two hypocritical beliefs that drive him. he cared about the dirty dawg deeply, more deeply than he ever meant to, that when the order finally came down to drive them all apart, ramuda felt his heart quiver. he shouldn't have gotten close to them but he did anyway, he shouldn't have left jakurai into his heart only for him to reject him. he spent every day with them like he had nothing to lose, all the while knowing that his time with them was the most precious thing he had since he gained consciousness.
...he isn't thinking about them right now. right now he's only thinking about the man before him who speaks to him in a melody that only they can hear. this is dangerous in so many ways, but this is what living is to him. if he can die at any moment then why not risk losing himself? he beckons death but he's terrified of it, but if he's not feeling is he really alive? he won't find his true smile any other way. ]
Hmmm.... [ ramuda's been marked before, consensual or otherwise. but never once has anyone given him any real choice in the matter.
he lets his arms drop to his sides so he can pull down the fabric of his pants some. far enough to reveal his right hip. yes here will do; no one else will see it unless he wants them to. his fingers tap across his skin there, like he's playing keys on a piano. ]
Here โ~. But you better still fuck me after.
[ this is insane, he knows. but he also won't be denied. ]
[He tells himself he should think better of leaving a visible mark on Ramuda, but sometimes good intentions lose to impulse. Electricity snaps across his tongue just before impactโ then the pain blooms, sharp and exquisite, as his teeth break the skin on Ramuda's hip and sink in. Blood beads up and spills over.
Nothing that won't heal in due time, of course, but perhaps it will scar prettily. Give Ramuda something to notice in the mirror, to remember him by. Lobelia has always believed the best gifts are the permanent ones, the visceral ones.]
Malheureusement, I have nothing on hand to make this less fricative.
[In other words: no lube. They'll both regret this in their own ways, but it hardly matters. Lobelia has never feared a little lingering pain, and he doubts Ramuda does either. Still, he won't be entertaining any complaints later if Ramuda can't walk in a straight line without folding in half.
In either case, his fingers latch into the waistband of Ramuda's pants, his underwear, poised to tug them off and away.]
[ aah, that's—a bit more than he was expecting, and ramuda does cry out, squirming a little on reflex. but he did ask for this (why? even he doesn't know, as lost in the moment as he is). but he breathes out, a sigh turning into a smile that's as warm as the blood dripping down his broken skin, warm enough to reach his cheeks if lobelia looks close enough. ramuda isn't anywhere near shy, but even he gets caught off guard sometimes. it makes his heart race in anticipation and happiness.
(it will scar and be a visceral reminder on the otherside of the choices he made without thinking, and how he lost both his heart and head in them.) ]
Mmmn, that just means I'll feel you for longer~. [ ramuda will lift his hips to help in tugging his bottoms off, his cozy oversized wear making at least this part easy. his underwear is adorable also, because of course it is. he is also very aroused, but lobelia knew this already, didn't he? ]
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...he isn't thinking about them right now. right now he's only thinking about the man before him who speaks to him in a melody that only they can hear. this is dangerous in so many ways, but this is what living is to him. if he can die at any moment then why not risk losing himself? he beckons death but he's terrified of it, but if he's not feeling is he really alive? he won't find his true smile any other way. ]
Hmmm.... [ ramuda's been marked before, consensual or otherwise. but never once has anyone given him any real choice in the matter.
he lets his arms drop to his sides so he can pull down the fabric of his pants some. far enough to reveal his right hip. yes here will do; no one else will see it unless he wants them to. his fingers tap across his skin there, like he's playing keys on a piano. ]
Here โ~. But you better still fuck me after.
[ this is insane, he knows. but he also won't be denied. ]
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[He tells himself he should think better of leaving a visible mark on Ramuda, but sometimes good intentions lose to impulse. Electricity snaps across his tongue just before impactโ then the pain blooms, sharp and exquisite, as his teeth break the skin on Ramuda's hip and sink in. Blood beads up and spills over.
Nothing that won't heal in due time, of course, but perhaps it will scar prettily. Give Ramuda something to notice in the mirror, to remember him by. Lobelia has always believed the best gifts are the permanent ones, the visceral ones.]
Malheureusement, I have nothing on hand to make this less fricative.
[In other words: no lube. They'll both regret this in their own ways, but it hardly matters. Lobelia has never feared a little lingering pain, and he doubts Ramuda does either. Still, he won't be entertaining any complaints later if Ramuda can't walk in a straight line without folding in half.
In either case, his fingers latch into the waistband of Ramuda's pants, his underwear, poised to tug them off and away.]
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(it will scar and be a visceral reminder on the otherside of the choices he made without thinking, and how he lost both his heart and head in them.) ]
Mmmn, that just means I'll feel you for longer~. [ ramuda will lift his hips to help in tugging his bottoms off, his cozy oversized wear making at least this part easy. his underwear is adorable also, because of course it is. he is also very aroused, but lobelia knew this already, didn't he? ]