#(blacks out)

But

Murder ghoul alpha.

Maybe alpha coming back from a hunt, soaked in blood from his prey and Swiss walking past his room to see him, back turned heavy breathing as his clothes stick to him with the liquid and it’s not Swiss’ fault he stops to stare

Takes him in, can see every muscle where the thin fabric clings to him and I think Swiss’ mouth waters in a terrible way, much more than it should

Alpha turns around to see him, a wicked smile on his face from his own blood lust he hasn’t curbed yet. The blood still stains his teeth and he runs his tongue over his lips to gather what’s left as he beckons Swiss over to him.

And Swiss mindlessly and probably idiotically walks over to him. Alpha barely still under control, fangs and claws still out and the metallic scent still keeping his mind on edge. Probably all he can do to not simply tear into Swiss next, and Swiss absolutely fucking knows it

Pads over, alpha grabs him to pull on top of him onto the bed, sharp nails digging into his thighs and Swiss feels dizzy. The blood is still more than fresh, still wet and warm and slippery as it soaks into his own clothes. Without a second thought he grinds down, practically humping alpha in his own blood drunk horny state. And maybe alpha rewards him by letting him lick the blood off his fingers, a treat for being a sweet whore.

“Lucky you’re so pretty like this