#akihito

A grunt of effort.

Sweat dripping down skin drawn tight over flexing muscles.

The sound of flesh impacting flesh, rhythmic and primal. Labored breath matching the pounding of twin hearts.  The wet sound that followed was intensely satisfying, Aki savoring the crunch of his opponent’s nose as his fist broke cartilage and bone with shocking ease. Blood spurted from the hyur’s nose despite it being almost plastered along his left cheek.  The coppery scent was deeply intoxicating, Aki so battle drunk that he leaned in to draw his tongue along the man’s cheekbone just to taste the metallic twang in the back of his throat.  “Delicious.”, he purred into his opponent’s ear, the sinuous tail wrapping around the other man’s leg like a golden snake. It squeezed muscle tightly, dark aether enhancing the muscular limb so it’s able to grip much harder than usual.  A pop came before the scream as Aki twisted the lower leg just enough to dislocate it from the man’s pelvis so the limb hung uselessly from over stretched muscle and sinew.  “Let me go! I yield you sick fuck!” 

“You want that too? I can oblige, didn’t take you for the type that wanted a public pegging.” The au ra’s sinuous tail was already unwinding from the hyur’s leg before the man was done screaming.  With that particular comment though, the tip of it flicked upwards, dragging along the man’s groin in a parody of a lover’s caress leaving a trail of purple-red energy in its wake. 

The grunt turned into a moan. Lips pressed against skin slicked with liquid copper. The sharp intake of pleasure from warmth down his throat. Movement followed and a languid sigh that ended in a pained gasp. “Maybe another time.”