#dyleric

Dylan punching Eric bloody, his face mangled. Eric kicking in his ribs, sobbing as he bleeds. They do this to each other, to blow off steam— or sexual frustration. Licking at the blood, sobbing into each other afterwards; because what would they do without each other?

где дилрииик где свагааа где днк эрика во рту дилана где так называемая абсолютно проверенная инфа с тумбы 🌚💖🏳️‍🌈

They show devotion through blood, their own, of course whose else would it be? Deep, yawning wounds. Spilling blood into wooden bowls for eachother. Gentle, satisfied praise spills over into Dylan’s ear; a pained smile knowing that his significant other is satisfied with the pour. Bandages come softly on his wrists, a hum of appreciation.

Dylan hums softly, presuming satisfied with the scene before him. Eric's jaw was slack with want, something primal flickered within Dylan when Eric was like this. The blond's fingers searching Eric's mouth, rubbing over his teeth and pushing softly on his tongue rewarding an unsatisfied grunt from Eric. What would Eric do without him? He wouldn't be anything, and he knows that. Eric bites down, soft. Dylan hisses. "Don't bite, you know better." Eric growls some harsh words, earning the loss of fingers.

My boyfriends a faggot and I'm gonnna lick himm ok, ok..