Elliot grips Ezio by the hair, pulling him into a rough kiss.

the rough grip was all that was needed; spike of pain rushing against his scalp caused adrenaline to follow . teeth clattered | fingers clenches cloth | predatorial sounds emitting from fighting mouth . a favorite way to fight for dominance . sweet petals of love will always be enjoyable but there was something about barred teeth, sharp claws and pain that will arouse him . bites left on lips caused swelling | taste of iron entangled with tongues | the need for air rising . low bubbling hope that his artist friend did not mind if he gained more kisses like this, he doesn’t fuck married people but he’ll kiss one if they kiss him first .

pop . he separates to breathe, tongue trailing scarred upper lip; blood orginating from him . satisfied, smug and appreciative . ❝ that was nice… ❞

♡ « ‹ @faustium ‹ answered.

So im here to smack ur ass and call u bby boy

“ i can and will destroy you. “

two bar-goers partook in a game of cat & mouse with enticing glances & alluring body language all throughout the night, but its peak was reached when the vampiress excused themselves outside for a “cigarette” & beckoned him to follow. needless to say, kinu opted to skip their smoke break & have themselves be “caught”, a purr of delight in being pinned against a wall, open to elliot as he pleased.

_{———THERE WAS A KIND OF FACILITATION THAT CAME WITH GAMES LIKE THESE. despite his fondness towards the submissive role, the man knew when to be the cat and when to be the mouse. strong hands pressing delicate wrists to the wall adjacent the bar, he kissed the woman as if he hadn’t felt a powerful presence the moment they’d initiated conversation. he wondered if she could sense it too? sliding his thigh between her legs, he broke the kiss to press lips to her jawline.}

_{❝ you wanna get out of here? ❞}