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@rimefiles : in a swift and fluid motion, finn gracefully lowers himself onto his knees, assuming a position of subservience before leander. his gaze, brimming with anticipation, rises to meet leander's, seeking affirmation and approval. this simple act, executed with an unwavering certainty, carries with it a profound significance, laden with revoltingly vulgar desires and unyielding devotion. in a display of utmost grace and humility, finn utters a gentle plea, his voice carrying a serene and inviting tone. "please use my mouth however you like," he entreats, his voice laced with a delicate vulnerability.

𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒   𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘-𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍   𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐍   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   beneath   dark,   undulating   lashes,   undead   eyes   a   siren's   call   in   the   warmed   illumination   of   leander's   wet   wick   abode.   candlelight   cast   them   both   in   serendipitous   illumination,   though   finn   certainly   is   the   brighter   of   the   two,   the   soft   gilded   hue   of   flaxen   hair   and   luminous   blues   enough   to   entice   the   lich   from   the   vestiges   of   his   thoughts.   a   bat   of   eyelashes   befalls   olive   cheeks,   and   he   blinks   in   surprise   -   never   used   to   the   subservience,   though   certainly   unable   to   voice   his   complaint.   indeed,   leander   has   been   on   his   knees   for   the   other   more   times   than   he   can   count,   but   this....

a   smile   tugs   forth   at   soft   lips,   scar   on   his   cheek   twisting   just   slightly,   as   he   reaches   forward   with   gloved   hands.   through   those   golden   locks   does   he   run   his   fingers,   surprisingly   gentle   in   his   caress.   long,   strong   legs   spread   to   accommodate   the   elf's   taller   form,   and   leander   cants   his   head   to   the   side   so   the   soul-binding   earring   at   his   left   flickers   with   the   gesture,   and   a   bit   of   dark   hair   obscures   one   brilliant   eye.   "   what's   gotten   into   you?   "   he   murmurs   softly,   leather   clad   fingertip   entreating   down   silken   skin,   to   run   one   digit   over   petal   soft   lips.   with   deft   touches,   leander   pries   those   sweet   lips   apart,   briefly   settling   his   thumb   atop   finn's   cute,   pink   tongue.   his   free   hand   discards   the   quill   he'd   been   holding,   instead   making   for   his   triple   moon   belt   buckle   and   unfastening   it   with   a   sort   of   expert   one-handedness   that   belied   his...   experience.   

"   well,   "   the   resounding   pop   of   a   button,   and   he   moves   the   hand   that   had   been   on   finn's   mouth   back   to   his   hair,   ever   so   graciously   gathering   blond   strands   away   from   his   delicate   features,   "   far   be   it   from   me   to   say   no   to   some   service.   after   you,   darling.   "   a   gesture   at   his   lap,   and   the   mage   sits   back,   dead   gaze   lit   with   unfettered   desire.

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↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

kissing your lover to show you forgive them .

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .

a kiss while being reunited after a long time .

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .

a kiss while slow dancing .

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight .

kissing them to shut them up .

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

kissing your partner to seal a marriage .

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .

kissing the top of their head as you hold them .

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .

a kiss after receiving good news .

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends .

a kiss shared between enemies during combat .

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort .

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .

a kiss that seals a promise .

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

kissing the tears from their cheeks .

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body .

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .

a kiss shared while holding your dying lover .

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whines because my leander muse is so strong rn but capitalist hell is calling me... like this for an ask when i get home i guess? multis specify!

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@rimefiles: ❛ come back to bed. ❜ // elyon

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇   𝐎𝐅   sinew   and   muscle,   svelte   lines   of   a   powerful   body   wrought   in   cold   hellfire   as   the   mage   moves   himself   from   betwixt   silken   sheets   with   a   less   then   graceful   yawn.   that   scar,   so   brutal   upon   his   personage,   ripples   with   each   movement   but   leander   pays   it   no   mind,   far   too   pleased   with   the   pleasant   ache   that   fills   his   limbs,   punctuated   by   a   rather   impressive   bloom   of   markings   across   skin.   still,   he   is   certain   the   establishment   below   them   is   awakening   for   the   night,   and   a   fastidiously   kept   routine   would   dictate   he   escape   before   the   meticulous   owner   awoke   to   him   still   being   there.   leander   wasn't   ashamed   of   their   trysts   in   the   slightest   after   all,   it   was   just   a   matter   of   elyon   being   a   very   busy   man   and   well...   the   mage   took   pains   to   keep   him   pleased.   

feet   hit   the   polished   floors   with   surprising   silence,   and   leander   moves   to   stand   with   careful   movements   -   unabashed   in   his   nakedness   as   he   does   so.   for   once,   his   clothes   are   not   scattered   about   the   room   but   situated   neatly   on   the   opulent   sofa,   and   leander   begins   the   painstaking   process   of   sorting   through   belts   and   far   too   many   layers   to   really   be   considered   wise   given   their   climate   but-   

elyon's   voice   lances   through   him,   and   he   blinks,   going   still   with   his   hand   in   one   of   his   (still   not   on   his   body)   pant's   pockets.   there   is   a   slow   turn   of   leander's   head,   his   golden   earring   jingling   as   it   catches   the   flicker   of   low   candlelight.   he   truly   looks   a   bit   surprised,   pretty   eyes   parted   wide   alongside   kiss   stained   lips   as   he   regards   the   businessman   upon   the   bed   for   a   long   moment.   but   that   was   the   thing   about   leander.   in   the   end,   he   was   far   from   disobedient,   and   elyon's   proverbial   siren's   call   was   enough   for   him   to   easily   drop   the   clothing   in   his   hands   and   stalk   back   to   the   massive   four   poster   in   the   middle   of   the   room.   

one   knee   upon   the   plush   mattress,   and   he   pulls   his   strong   frame   upwards,   a   hand   bracing   next   to   dark   hair   upon   the   pillow   as   leander   leans   down,   down,   down   -   and   grins   with   a   bloom   of   red   upon   his   cheeks.   "   is   that   an   order?   "   he   teases,   the   slow   caress   of   a   shapely   nose   along   elyon's   own,   punctuated   by   mingled   breath.   "   i   can't   stay   long.   "   so   close,   their   lips   nearly   touch,   and   elyon   might   be   privy   to   the   near   luminous   shades   of   green   within   leander's   eyes.   "   got   business   to   attend   to,   and...   sounds   like   you   guys   are   getting   busy   down   there   already.   "   a   lingering   touch,   sparks   of   verdant   flying   in   the   wake   of   a   calloused   fingertip   at   elyon's   shoulder,   "   make   it   quick,   hm?   "   and   yet...   leander   knew   he   was   lying   to   himself.   if   elyon   asked,   he'd   stay,   unmoving   and   on   his   knees   for   hours   -   on   the   basis   that   the   mage   simply   loved   to   obey   (sometimes).   

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@rimefiles: i would not long for heaven or for earth more than i’d wish to stay there touched and touching you. // mhin

𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄,   𝐈𝐓   𝐈𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐑𝐄𝐃   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   blooms   across   the   dust   of   his   cheeks   -   for   the   hunter's   words   strike   him   so   low   and   deep   that   even   leander,   who   despite   his   station   can   be   read   like   a   book   on   the   best   of   days,   has   not   the   energy   to   react.   instead,   he   simply   stares,   the   bright   hue   of   steel   green   eyes   widening   beneath   dark   lashes.   for   a   moment,   the   normalcy   of   his   gaze   loses   the   typical   way   it   seems   to   suck   the   light   from   the   room   -   no   longer   reflecting   it   back   in   unearthly   hues,   and   instead   he   is   alive   again,   heart   beat   legitimate   and   his   feelings   not   obscured   behind   the   muted   wall   of   glass   that   his   soul   likes   to   keep   them.   

"   mhin-   "   he   intonates,   throaty   in   the   early   morning   hours   of   dawn.   tucked   in   one   of   his   beloved   cities   many   alleyways,   the   mage   peers   down   at   his   companion,   and   offers   them   a   charming   if   not   rather   soft   smile   in   the   wake   of   his   surprise.   then,   as   if   the   other   might   fly   away   -   he   reaches   outwards   slowly,   ever   so   careful   in   brushing   a   strand   of   snowy   hair   away   from   their   slighter   companion's   refined   features.   "   c'mon.   "   the   same   hand   finds   their   nape,   featherlight   in   a   caress   across   skin   as   he   looks   back   across   the   road.   when   he   moves,   the   earring   upon   his   person   catches   the   light   -   a   brief   twinkle   of   godspent   gold   on   the   mage's   person.   "   why   don't   we   go   to   bed?   in   the   morning,   i'll   make   chocolate   crepes,   and   you   can   tell   me   all   about   this   newfound   poetic   side   of   you.   "   pay   no   mind   to   him   already   stepping   away   from   the   hunter,   a   pre-emptive   dodge   of   any   knives   that   mhin   might   used   to   reject   his   tenderhearted   advances.   for   leander,   this   dance   between   them   was   as   easy   as   breathing.

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Got my iPad and I gave him my first shot of Procreate drawing testing

I want touch his scars so badly… and I want to squeeze him like I’m playing stress toys

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leetol tag dump.

☽.⬤.☾ ／ 𝘈 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘏𝘈𝘜𝘕𝘛𝘚 𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘓𝘙𝘠. › visage ☽.⬤.☾ ／ 𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘕. › verse i ☽.⬤.☾ ／ 𝘏𝘖𝘕𝘒𝘈𝘐 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙 𝘙𝘈𝘐𝘓. › verse ii ☽.⬤.☾ ／ 𝘚𝘐𝘗 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘎𝘖𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘗. 𝘋𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘒 '𝘛𝘐𝘓 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘒𝘌. › isms ☽.⬤.☾ ／ 𝘚𝘐𝘟 𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘌𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘎𝘙𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘋𝘐𝘙𝘛. › thread ☽.⬤.☾ ／ 𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚𝘕'𝘛 𝘉𝘈𝘙𝘎𝘈𝘐𝘕. › prompt ☽.⬤.☾ ／ 𝘚𝘠𝘊𝘖𝘗𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘚 𝘖𝘕 𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘝𝘌𝘛 𝘚𝘖𝘍𝘈𝘚. › answered ☽.⬤.☾ ／ 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛'𝘚 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘛𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘐𝘛. › headcanon ☽.⬤.☾ ／ 𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘋𝘖𝘖𝘙? 𝘎𝘖𝘋 𝘋𝘈𝘔𝘕 - 𝘉𝘜𝘛 𝘐 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘏𝘐𝘔 𝘈𝘕𝘠𝘞𝘈𝘠. › dynamic ( 𝗔𝗜𝗦 ) ☽.⬤.☾ ／ 𝘏𝘖𝘕𝘒𝘚 𝘐𝘕 𝘓𝘐𝘊𝘏. › ooc

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐒𝐎   𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘   𝐓𝐎   𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋   𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐘   𝐓𝐎   the   demon's   vindicating   touch,   the   hedonist   inside   his   mortal   shell   thrumming   to   life   like   a   freshly   lit   candle.   ais   has   long   since   known   how   to   properly   handle   him,   but   something   is   different   in   the   air   tonight.   maybe   it's   because   he   hasn't   yet   dragged   the   other   to   his   room   and   chose   to   very   blatantly   crawl   into   his   lap   instead,   witnesses   be   damned.   or   maybe   it's   the   extra   tinge   of   desperation   in   leander's   fingertips   as   they   linger   on   his   skin,   sinking   over   the   bare   plains   of   his   chest   with   reverence.   either   way   -   their   breath   carefully   mingles,   their   bodies   slotted   together   in   such   a   way   that   the   cool   touch   of   leander's   skin   warms   against   ais'   heated   form.   lips   constantly   chase   lips,   and   neither   seems   willing   to   part   for   long   -   and   the   mage   wouldn't   have   it   any   other   way.   

yet   ais   proves   him   wrong   (typical),   mouth   a   brand   against   the   column   of   his   neck,   and   leander   bears   his   throat   to   him   as   if   the   demon   couldn't   rip   him   to   pieces   with   a   bite,   as   if   those   teeth   couldn't   rend   his   flesh   with   just   a   bit   of   effort.   the   touches   earn   his   partner   a   shiver   that   melts   into   a   sweet   hum,   and   it's   leander's   turn   to   glance   down,   wanting   so   badly   to   mouth   ever   so   lightly   at   one   of   those   beautiful   horns,   but...   "   is   that   an   order   or   are   you   just   sweet   talking   me?   "   his   words   are   husked   out   with   a   half   smile,   svelte   fingertips   now   flexing   at   the   base   of   ais'   neck   to   curl   through   soft   hairs   at   his   nape,   before   running   lightly   through   mixed-hued   waves.   the   answer   to   his   question   won't   particularly   matter...   because   he'll   be   listening   to   his   requests   regardless.   

yet   it's   easy   to   see   the   attention   is,   as   always,   affecting   him.   that   same   flush   adorns   his   skin,   and   muscles   flex   upon   his   abdomen,   beneath   the   dark   tightness   of   his   shirt   -   as   ais'   hands   find   his   ornate   belt   buckle.   leander   has   no   qualms   about   the   lascivious   way   he   licks   his   lips,   green   gaze   flicking   up   to   meet   crimson   before   twinkling   with   mirth.   "   maybe   a   private   performance   then...   just   for   you.   "   he   swallows   thickly,   one   broad   arm   seating   upon   a   strong   shoulder   while   the   other   dips   upwards   so   that   bare   fingertips,   flecked   with   just   a   touch   of   warm,   viridescent   magic,   skate   along   the   base   of   a   red,   red   horn.   a   smile   parts   soft   lips   again   as   he   leans   forward,   clearly   seeking   another   kiss   on   top   of   everything   else.   

"   who   am   i...   "   his   grip   tightens,   a   soft,   tenuous   stroking   motion,   "   to   deny   your   generosity,   ais?   "

when lips meet sparks fly in their small corner of the world in this tavern. the demon, oh, so patient cannot bear to peel crimson eyes away from the charming features possessed by the mage. but this time, ais chases those lips after leander speaks, claiming them once more and their exchange is languid, far to gentle for what they are. yet it is natural as strong hands massage at full, toned thighs. they were his favorite to hold, they filled his hands so well, and the sounds that would escape those soft lips were melodic.

" think you'll give me a private performance then, beautiful? " he grins amorously in the midst of their kiss, their mood so unlike the many other nights they have spent in each other's arms. " i'll make it up to you if you do. " ais promises, another kiss before his lips begin to travel. planting one upon leander's chin, nudging the other to tilt his head back and continue their path down his throat. the pulse grabs their attention, and it's fast, it is a thrilling thing to know that ais makes the man in their lap race against all wants and thoughts.

the beat alone fulfilled ais. mouthing at that pulse, he sucks a mark right onto it all while keep leander close. their hands wanting to grab and massage every part they can find purchase in, that is until the soft sounds that escape leander catches ais' attention. " mm, it's a full house tonight, pretty boy. show me some vocal control, hm? i want to be the only one to hear you. " a hand comes between them, teasing along the belt that remains the only barrier between what ais wants and what leander would get.

" how about we make this a night all about you, what do you say? "

[viriflora]

𝐈   𝐂𝐀𝐍   𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏   𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄,    ...   as   long   as   you   𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑺𝑻   me.   

                                   —   ˖   ˖   ˖   𝐛𝐮𝐭   𝐚   𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺   𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑹𝒀.

#𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀.   —      private   &&   selective   /   mutuals   only   𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍   of   red   spring   studio's   𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗗   visual   novel.   primarily   headcanon   based   with   some   potential   divergencies.   NSFW   material   heavily   present,   as   well   as   themes   of   death   and   rebirth.   those   under   18,   absolutely   do   not   interact   !   loved   by   Goose.   29.   she/they.   

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋      — @riftzenith / @novasynth / @vulpext / @seraphel

—      𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.       —    𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.     —    𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.      —    𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓.

[viriflora]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[viriflora]

@killcured : the demon captures the mage's chin with careful digits, crimson eyes behold the man before him with a dangerous grin on strong features. " i wonder what sounds i'll drag out of you this time around, " he chuckles lowly as he leans in, his lips tease against leander's. " think you'll sing for me again tonight, pretty boy? "

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄   𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇   𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇   him,   the   fallen   vestiges   of   life   tingling   at   his   fingertips   with   the   purred   out   promise.   the   mage's   reaction   is   nigh   on   instantaneous,   lashes   lidding   over   brilliant   steel   green   hues   and   the   shadows   only   further   accentuating   the   traitorous   red   that   flushes   his   cheeks.   even   back   here,   in   the   dimly   lit   booth,   illuminated   by   a   single   candle   and   tucked   away   in   the   far   corner   of   the   tavern,   leander's   gaze   speaks   for   itself.   certainly,   it   doesn't   help   that   they   are   close   enough   for   one   of   those   mile   long   legs   to   have   settled   along   ais'   thigh,   bodies   pressed   close,   but   he's   hardly   considered   that   with   he   words   whispered   so   sweetly   to   him.   

a   hand   toys   absently   with   one   of   the   necklaces   about   the   demon's   neck,   and   leander   doesn't   look   away   -   nor   does   he   fully   close   his   eyes   when   his   soft   tiers   are   brushed   so   gently,   almost   patronizing   in   intensity.   callouses   dip   briefly   over   ais'   clavicle   and   the   mage   can   only   hum,   resisting   the   very   real   urge   to   chase   ais'   lips   like   he   needed   them   to   breathe.   instead,   he   offers   him   an   ever   so   charming   smile.   

"   you   know   i   don't   sing   in   public,   ais.   "   he   murmurs   out,   gaze   dipping   away   from   crimson   hues   long   enough   to   skirt   around   the   shadows.   as   usual,   the   place   is   packed,   bloodhound   members   and   others   alike   keeping   both   drinks   and   suspect   food   flowing.   their   eyes   meet   once   more,   and   he   hooks   his   finger   through   a   necklace,   leaning   forward   once   again   to   press   soft   lips   to   the   demons   own.   by   all   descriptors,   it   could   be   labeled   as   a   chaste   kiss   -   but   the   way   leander   takes   his   time   pulling   away,   the   way   he   slowly   opens   his   eyes   halfway   -   the   gleam   of   unearthly   green   almost   eerie   in   the   dark,   and   the   way   he   looks   almost   ravenous...   paints   a   much   more   sensuous   picture   than   a   simple   peck.   

                                            "   ...usually,   that   is.   "   for   ais,   he'd   do   many   things.

[viriflora]

Blush-y Boy 😊 ↳:Touchstarved

[viriflora]

Those look heavy sir 🤲🏽 lemme help you