edgeofjustice | (no subject)

You're the one on my case about aesthetics.

[pushes into his hand with a low hum as he keeps limning the tattooed bars of the cage, varying the length of the strokes, leaning down to press his lips where the blood wells up]

I'm not beautiful enough to make up for one imperfection?

[feeling along the length of him, almost purring in satisfaction as he shifts against the sheets for friction]

[carefully shifting his cock out of his grip and pressing against his thigh, out of reach]

Your choppy hair is enough of an imperfection by itself.

I'm going to pretend that I was moaning too loud to hear that.

[raking his nails along Yuri's clothed thigh, rolling his shoulders to pull on the cuts with a sharp hiss]

[burrows his face against the back of his neck and laughs]

Probably for the best.

[when he's done outlining the tattoo he returns to the key, making a small cut, then another...

a 'Y', if he's not too distracted]

Mmmm, hahahaha . . .

[no, wait, keeping still, i promise]

[the next cut is unmistakably a 'u', and Yuri bites down hard on the back of his neck as he grinds against his ass]

[letting out a deep, lingering moan, pushing back against him and holding him there]

Mm.

[shoving him flat as he carves out the last two letters, finishes with a gentle twist of the knife and a warm exhale against his ear]

There.

[there's a slight shiver like he's that close, but holding himself back]

Fuck me or suck me—I don't care which, but I'll teach you a better lesson with that knife if you don't.

You can teach me a better lesson after I do.

[grabbing his hips and flipping him abruptly, taking him in his mouth at the same time as he rakes his nails down his back, dragging blood in streaks]

[arching in a near perfect half-circle, hips jolting forward with a shout]

[not playing with him, sucking him wetly, swallowing around him and rubbing his tongue against the shaft sloppy and demanding as he digs his nails into one of the cuts and presses]

Yuri, haha—Hah!

[digging his fingers into his hair, holding him tightly as he comes, every muscle taut and ready to snap]

[bringing both hands to stroke soothingly down his thighs, pulling back slightly but sill gently licking him]

[trying to catch his breath, eyes completely blown as he flops backwards]

[pulls back and pillows his head on his thigh]

Hope that was acceptable.

Haha, it wasn't bad . . . But there's room for improvement.

[. . . quietly stroking his hair]

[nudging into it with a contented sigh]

I'm just a beginner. Cut me some slack.

Only as much as you need.

[tug tug, come up here, catching his bloody hand with his other and pulling it up for a quick kiss to his palm]

[shifting to tuck his body against Vincent's, idly touching his jaw as Vincent has his way with his palm]

[pulling his hand slightly down, so Yuri's fingers slightly smear blood on his face]

[chuckles]

Isn't that a little gaudy?

Mm, absolutely. But you carved your name into my back, so it's rather even, don't you think?

No-one will see it. They'll only be able to feel it.

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