The boys blue
Rut has been dragging on, and they were reaching the peak week. Hormones were reaching an all time high, flooding their systems violently with a torrent of need and desire.
Salvatore had been spending a good amount of his time out at the beach house. Obviously not all of it, he still had work he had to do and clients he wanted to see since he didn’t want to take out his pent up frustrations on his darling blue. There was only so much the Incubus could do with sitting around before the pants started to get too tight, and his body was begging him to deal with it. Every ounce of the more potent venom that he swallowed, sent shivers across his skin… poisoning him. Partially why he contained it in vials back at the ministry. He would collect a few of them to lessen his own issues but…
I can’t do this… I can’t… he doesn’t want this really he is just mad that I keep disappearing each day. Salvatore’s mind began to buzz as his hands slipped towards his wasitband, palms meeting skin. Once this happens it can’t just be taken back, I can’t just snap my fingers and un-do it. He can’t just look at me in the same light once it gets changed.
His hands reached down gently as they come to the end of the V line’s, carefully running his thumb along his center. The Cardinal had no clue what he was actually working with aside from the practically ‘kendoll’ antomy he had seen when ever they had showered together. All he could assume was that it was… retractable— internal?
He’s going to think you are a fucking idiot for not figuring this out… you are supposed to be the experienced one — he already thinks you don’t want him. The thoughts continued to swirl as his right hand stayed in place, warm palm against his bare flesh. The left one ventured over to the inner thigh ever so slightly, massaging the tissue while being mindful to not venture too close to any of the scars that could upset him if touched. His tail tightened around the ghouls belly, pointed tip dancing along the center of his chest as if he were debating his actions. This is of course still the furthest he had touched him, would he still want to continue…? Salvatore’s fingertips continued to stroke the smooth flesh, tracing little hearts against his body as he rested his lips against his neck.
“Ciccino… if it feels like too much or like nothing is happening I won’t be offended… this is about you.” He murmured hoping maybe his touch would coax something to happen. Or maybe nothing would happen, it was always possible granted that might be a worse outcome.