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[ J welcomes the rush of liquid heat, giving it the opportunity to flow past his lips and into the depths of a mouth that traps it there instead of permitting himself to reflexively swallow. He has far better plans in store for what he's claimed from their bloody kiss.
In his world, demonkind has many uses for blood, but those are all practical and in the pursuit of more sinister aims than a full belly. There's no satisfaction to be had in consuming it, and the twisted exhilaration that floods J in the present moment exists simply due to the fact he's tapped into something that gets Charlie going. And that's what his kind revels in most — Power. With this exchange, J essentially gains a level of influence over the man cradled in his arms, to be tucked away for safekeeping to use at a later date. Or applied in small increments now, by adding another thrill into the mix that's sure to excite his bloodthirsty partner even more.
The eager tilt of his companion's hips is all the invitation J should need to take action, but he doesn't immediately claim what's right there in front of him. Not without adding a dash of the unexpected to spice up the encounter. The hand that had been toying with Charlie's trunks relocates for just a moment. He needs to make use of it for two reasons, the first of which reveals itself after J gives a turn of his head that temporarily breaks the heated kiss. With that hand pressed against a mouth just as bloodied as Charlie's, J's tongue darts out in a brief appearance to lap a thick trail of blood into an open palm. Task complete, he closes it into a fist to prevent the sopping-wet mess from escaping his grasp.
With a twist of that same wrist that points his watch in their direction and a flick of J's lengthy leonine tail helpfully pressing a button, the device captures the necessary evidence of his tongue's recent run-in with teeth. The watch clicks away as several photos are rapidly stored within its memory, including some that expose Charlie's blood-streaked state as well. If he needs more ironclad proof, there's time for that later. Right now, J's more interested in slipping his blood-soaked hand into the front of Charlie's swim trunks and leaning back in to resume their kiss.
Sensitive skin found beneath the barrier of Charlie's swimsuit is met with a slow ghosting of fingers softer than any would expect of a man of his presumed age. That fleeting touch glides down his length as though in reverence, at first with nothing but fingertips, until they curl to take Charlie's cock fully in hand. A second or two later finds J's hand, slick with their intermingling fluids, gliding in a slow but deliberate stroke back toward the base. ]
( cw: NSFW content, as discussed. bloodplay. blood and spit as lube. )
[ J welcomes the rush of liquid heat, giving it the opportunity to flow past his lips and into the depths of a mouth that traps it there instead of permitting himself to reflexively swallow. He has far better plans in store for what he's claimed from their bloody kiss.
In his world, demonkind has many uses for blood, but those are all practical and in the pursuit of more sinister aims than a full belly. There's no satisfaction to be had in consuming it, and the twisted exhilaration that floods J in the present moment exists simply due to the fact he's tapped into something that gets Charlie going. And that's what his kind revels in most — Power. With this exchange, J essentially gains a level of influence over the man cradled in his arms, to be tucked away for safekeeping to use at a later date. Or applied in small increments now, by adding another thrill into the mix that's sure to excite his bloodthirsty partner even more.
The eager tilt of his companion's hips is all the invitation J should need to take action, but he doesn't immediately claim what's right there in front of him. Not without adding a dash of the unexpected to spice up the encounter. The hand that had been toying with Charlie's trunks relocates for just a moment. He needs to make use of it for two reasons, the first of which reveals itself after J gives a turn of his head that temporarily breaks the heated kiss. With that hand pressed against a mouth just as bloodied as Charlie's, J's tongue darts out in a brief appearance to lap a thick trail of blood into an open palm. Task complete, he closes it into a fist to prevent the sopping-wet mess from escaping his grasp.
With a twist of that same wrist that points his watch in their direction and a flick of J's lengthy leonine tail helpfully pressing a button, the device captures the necessary evidence of his tongue's recent run-in with teeth. The watch clicks away as several photos are rapidly stored within its memory, including some that expose Charlie's blood-streaked state as well. If he needs more ironclad proof, there's time for that later. Right now, J's more interested in slipping his blood-soaked hand into the front of Charlie's swim trunks and leaning back in to resume their kiss.
Sensitive skin found beneath the barrier of Charlie's swimsuit is met with a slow ghosting of fingers softer than any would expect of a man of his presumed age. That fleeting touch glides down his length as though in reverence, at first with nothing but fingertips, until they curl to take Charlie's cock fully in hand. A second or two later finds J's hand, slick with their intermingling fluids, gliding in a slow but deliberate stroke back toward the base. ]