UPON THE MURKY WATER'S EDGE.

Jordi (Red Band Society)

currently trying to figure out a way to revamp without moving / deleting everything

          UGH, what now?! Used to getting his way, but also used to doing things to get what he wants. No different but definitely frustrating all the same. The creature is at the end of its tether, sucking the scarlet of lower lip into spike - riddled mouth to bite back its temper.  “ Mm, wassat? Tell me, tell me! ”  Fingers twist into shirt, anticipating the answer : something he’s all to used to doing for men is the only  ‘ if ’  on a narrow mind  ... so just tips his head, sniffs nonchalantly.  

he’s a BIG BOY, he can handle this. it’s what rudi TELLS HIMSELF as he prepares to be torn apart. it’ll feel just as good as he thinks it will. he’s been so close to being CONSUMED by others, but by TUCKER it’ll feel like heaven. it’s meant to be ! nothing can deny them the RIGHT to eat each other up. IT’S THEIR RIGHT. rudiger will always offer himself to tucker.  body meets the COMFORT of his bed, but muscles tighten when beneath a starving mouth. rudi is not silent, no matter how hard he TRIES TO BE. he sounds a CRY OF PAIN ( there is fear present ), brows coming together, fists tightened, gripping sheets. ITHURTSITHURTSITHURTS. he could almost cry; he could die, here, actually. it’s very LIKELY HE WILL.  cannot form words, only noises. he wriggles beneath tucker, but he makes no attempt to GET AWAY. doesn’t beg his boy to stop; it’s not what he wants. wants to bleed in his mouth, wants to FEED HIS BELLY. wants to feel himself find pleasure in DYING in the mouth of his lover. weakened, he is, but still conscious. arms lift, fingers attempt to GRAB HIS HIPS. there’s promise of pleasure; rudi loves, but he is selfish. for tucker to get what he needs, rudi must have what HE WANTS. it’s sickening to say that he’s INCREDIBLY AROUSED. hard. pain & pleasure come hand in hand to him. the gaping wound of his neck stings ( so good ), blood running down his chest & shoulder. muscles tremble, slowly but surely his skin is starting to regrow a new LAYER. heal him. he could still die in this process, but reawaken. “ b—– baby… “ speaking hurts, movement of his JAW causing the pain of his neck shoot through his TORSO.  he’d beg, now, if he could. HE’D BEG HIM TO KEEP GOING. take more, be greedy. 

          “ Hit me, daddy. Hurt me! ”  It falls from the depth of his hungry throat gargled, laden with blood ad spit, a pure need sounding for the other to fuck him hard, or as best he can in that state. Rudi looks a little PATHETIC, lids dropped heavy but distantly lost in euphoria does the boy stare, and he likes how pathetic he looks. Makes him feel so so so much better about himself when he was so sure he couldn’t feel anything anymore.