The Devil's Prince.

        smile creeps into mouth’s corner . the question leaves him entertained . he is gentle in proceeding , hands drawn to lover’s cheeks , thumbs gentle as they caress stained lids . if not for circumstance , he would compliment the claret color  &&  how pretty it was against the purple of his gaze .  ❛  i am a devil ,  ❜  he says .  ❛  but i am not so cruel as to put a price on my lover’s friend . i do this because i want to . nothing more .  ❜

        soft kiss blesses thian’s mouth . cold as lips are , he warms them with lingering hold  &&  a heated sigh when they part .  ❛  let me see her . i’ll do what i can .  ❜

            The lion leans into a hand upon gentle caress. Eyes of purple though widened once he gained knowledge of having no strings attached upon a simple request from a demon. Tears of blood pooled to only be blinked away once again as cold lips kissed Edmund’s opposite passionately as he clung to his taller lover. “Liliane means the world to me.” He spoke softly, pulling away with a hand laced within the demon’s own, tugging him along quickly to where Liliane usually rests.       “Cher...” Thian nips at lower lip with a soft whine of sorts. He isn’t sure what to say now or what to do. He just awkwardly stands at a still with Edmund’s hand tightly held within his own.

        he is pliant ,  &&  bends without defiance under palms so chill , fingers so delicately pretty . but the sin sneaks himself affection in the deal  –  a kiss upon snow-colored crown .  ❛  that is unfortunate to hear . would you like me to treat your companion and make them well again ?  ❜

            “...You would do that? Make her better?” The shorter of the two looked up at his lover with eyes of cool purple stared up at Edmund rather softly for once. Tears of blood pooled (which Thian is quick to blink them away yet kept eyes stained) and Thian calmed himself. Hands resting upon the other’s chest began to knead and almost too harshly at that.       “Is there a price?” Thian knows how this works all too well. Then again, Edmund might just make a simple request in return. Maybe he won’t at all. His guardian wouldn’t do this for him even if Thian asked. “I need her, Edmund.”

       ❛  you are as much of a pretty , parasitic little pet as when i left you , chatton . does my heat please you ?  ❜

        whatever the little chatton wants  –

            And the lion wraps his arms around the taller’s neck, pressing lips against both cheeks in a series of promised kisses. Thian’ll even nuzzle against the vessel here and there with a purr of sorts vibrating within his throat.

        but it is ! see ? he’s smiling !

        —  like a little train .

        throat hums  –  low , then high , a carrying lilt  –  as lazy answer to name’s call . his lips are better occupied adoring lover’s skin , returning whispers for pleasures ,  &&  dragging tongue along thick vein that once held pulse .

              Oh god. Thian absolutely hated loved it when Edmund does that. Those stupid hums with touch of lips and lovely tongue that just dragged against soft skin. This was torture. Just pure torture! The demon’s touch; an aphrodisiac. It made skin tingle with an odd source of warmth. Pupils dilated into thin, vertical slits as the jeweler wanted more.        “Arrête de taquiner et mords-moi déjà!” That’s all he wants! Well, maybe.

       ❛  ouais ouais ,  ❜  sighs the devil , mouth flush on alabaster neck .  ❛  je t’adore . j’t’aime , aussi , petit chatton .  ❜

          Goosebumps aroused upon moon-kissed skin as warmth of a mouth is felt against his neck. de Lionhart even sucked in a breath as it’s been quite sometime since the fledgling has had any sort of contact like so. And if he had freshly fed, a blush would be decorating his cheeks.       “Edmund...”

        then it is time to scoop up this small cub ,  &&  carry him off .

        he doesn’t —–

           And this is where the vampire gives up and practically melts against the taller.

       ❛  I refuse .  ❜

        brings this stupid, handsome face right up close !

m o r e

        a strike from thian is as sweet as his kiss

         Get your stupid, handsome face out of here!