[ Like most who succumb to the Archduke in one manner or another, Charlie is soon to learn the hard way that J is no less an apex predator than the large cat so much of his body reflects, from massive paws, a tufted tail and the canines that lurk behind every sly twitch of his smirking lips. Those very same lips, having experienced a sampling of the delicious things Charlie's teeth can do, part to claim the mouth against his as if he means to devour it.
His head tilts just so, in order to slot their mouths together in a hungry crush. Brusque and harsh in comparison to the gentle way J's hand draws away from Charlie's face and slips into the depths of dark hair. And in the background, J's wings move in tandem to surround the man clutching him close. They sweep around to press in against a slim torso and lower limbs, locking his companion in place like a steel trap snapping shut.
It's then that J's tongue comes into play. Amid the fervent press of lips, the demon licks his way into the heat of a mouth at his mercy, making every effort to lap across the fangs that had been so helpfully shown off earlier. It doesn't take much to split the delicate flesh of J's tongue, filling Charlie's mouth with a small gush of warmth before the demon has a chance to do likewise to the man ensnared in his kiss.
While one hand busies itself curling fingers possessively into dark locks, the other slips between them to make a pointed tug at the waistband of the other man's swim trunks. He'd originally come to Charlie for a straightforward exchange, but J has never been one to forgo an opportunity to mix business with pleasure. ]
( cw: it's about to get buckwild in here. violent analogies, biting, blood. )
His head tilts just so, in order to slot their mouths together in a hungry crush. Brusque and harsh in comparison to the gentle way J's hand draws away from Charlie's face and slips into the depths of dark hair. And in the background, J's wings move in tandem to surround the man clutching him close. They sweep around to press in against a slim torso and lower limbs, locking his companion in place like a steel trap snapping shut.
It's then that J's tongue comes into play. Amid the fervent press of lips, the demon licks his way into the heat of a mouth at his mercy, making every effort to lap across the fangs that had been so helpfully shown off earlier. It doesn't take much to split the delicate flesh of J's tongue, filling Charlie's mouth with a small gush of warmth before the demon has a chance to do likewise to the man ensnared in his kiss.
While one hand busies itself curling fingers possessively into dark locks, the other slips between them to make a pointed tug at the waistband of the other man's swim trunks. He'd originally come to Charlie for a straightforward exchange, but J has never been one to forgo an opportunity to mix business with pleasure. ]