#((cori loses all control lol desires just too sexy

[eyeless-smiles]

send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse 

@endlcssdesiire

The Corinthian doesn't follow mortal traditions. Why ever would he? There are some Dreamkin that enjoy it. Celebrating mortal holidays as an influx of dreams become bespeckled with carved pumpkins or gaudily decorated evergreen trees. He's once or twice entertained the dreams of a Mortal by appearing dressed in a gaudy sweater at their family Christmas dinner. It always ended with blood curdling screams.

But to find oneself under a bundle of mistletoe with the deity that fuels this one particular human tradition, the Corinthian might as well be made of metal shavings and set before a magnet. The Corinthian was quite obviously made with lust in mind. One could argue that Dream cut that particular part of Himself out and set it into the Nightmare to keep His sibling from holding any control over Him.

But that leaves the Corinthian helplessly drawn into Desires gravity. Its breath pulled from its lungs just as easily as his body is drawn to close the gap between gaping sockets and golden eyes.

The Nightmare might have apologised for the utter lack of control it felt as his hands cup Desire's warm cheeks and draws them in to press his lips to theirs. The spark of heat that erupts down his spine wiping any semblance of thought. The Corinthian's mind is overwritten to care about nothing but the tingling pleasure Desire's lips coarse through his own.