[Richtofen opened his mouth as wide as it would go and stuck his tongue out, catching the blood like a child would catch snowflakes on a cold winter's day. The taste spread over his tongue and made its way down his throat, and the feeling of those big wet droplets covering his face made his hands tremble with delight.
There was a part of him that should've been disgusted by Gamzee's proximity. There was a part of him that would've, on any other occasion, told him to shove Gamzee away before that tongue of his could get anywhere near his face. But that cold, slimy feeling was blissful, and he stared past Gamzee at the arched ceiling of the cathedral and laughed.]
I would like to damn you. Right to Hell! Hah.
[He lifted his head and swiped his tongue over Gamzee's chin and up toward his lip, in such a rough, haphazard motion that he cut himself on one of the kid's jagged teeth. He kept moving higher, until he could mutter (no, too loud for a mutter, but the husky tone was there) into Gamzee's tangled hair, near his ear.]
The blood would burn. Nein! Let me take it all out before that happens. Aha...
cw: they're gonna fuck and I'm just not sorry at all
There was a part of him that should've been disgusted by Gamzee's proximity. There was a part of him that would've, on any other occasion, told him to shove Gamzee away before that tongue of his could get anywhere near his face. But that cold, slimy feeling was blissful, and he stared past Gamzee at the arched ceiling of the cathedral and laughed.]
I would like to damn you. Right to Hell! Hah.
[He lifted his head and swiped his tongue over Gamzee's chin and up toward his lip, in such a rough, haphazard motion that he cut himself on one of the kid's jagged teeth. He kept moving higher, until he could mutter (no, too loud for a mutter, but the husky tone was there) into Gamzee's tangled hair, near his ear.]
The blood would burn. Nein! Let me take it all out before that happens. Aha...