#guysucre

Ah, hello? You look awfully similar to a person I met the other day. Do you have a sister?

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5th Person gets: to see my muse naked

Having to do this for the addict seemed to be very conflicting for him. Honestly, he would much rather not have him see him in such a situation but… He would do as prompted, even if it was against his own wishes. Strange how the outer forces work on his so-called behalf.

The Batter sat with his back against the cold, stark white wall of the Room, chin to his chest as he felt completely vulnerable. His arms above his head, his white jersey having been used as a tie to knot his wrists to the lever situated on the wall. A most ironic fate to placed upon him, he keeps his eyes closed as he wonders just how long it would be until he was allowed to be freed from his binds.

Legs were crossed lazily before him, one foot under the opposite leg, marginally covering himself from anyone walking into the room from the doorway across from his person. The rest of his clothing was heaped in a pile far from him near the corner of the room, far from his reach, even his hat being placed upon the pile which could have left him feeling at least somewhat more relaxed. (He could have at least covered himself with it, but alas that was not the case). 

The sound of footsteps catch his attention and he barely lifts his head to peer up through his raven bangs to spot the male figure in the doorway.

18: stomach kiss

The basement.

It has been a long time since he has visited this place. It was just as disgusting as he remembered it being before in his own file, the scent of sugar overwhelming his senses.

As soon as he steps foot from the last step on the staircase, the purity feels light headed from the sweet aroma encircling him and restricting his breathing. It was hard to inhale this sickly substance. It practically was the air in here.

However, his attention is caught by a somewhat familiar figure sitting against the wall on the far side of the basement. Somewhat being the term simply because it was a male version of the Sucre he had killed in his file.

While the addict seemed to be quite out of it already, not even acknowledging his presence thus far, the Batter contemplates on if he should put the man out of his misery.

But this wasn't his file to taint.

Instead, he approaches the slumped figure. Sugar appears to in a sugar-induced daze. His eyes are already fogged over from the high, likely a result of the down time after the initial surge of energy. Sugar was strewn all about the room in what appeared to be waves and swooped trails. He'd danced away his energy it seems.

As the white haired male slumps over himself against the wall, white bangs shielding the majority of his face from the Batter's view, he could still tell that the dots on the corners of his mouth indicated his jaw was slack and opened. A thin dribble of saliva drips from Sucre's mouth and onto his exposed abdomen.

Red-tinted irises glance down to follow the trail of drool, noting that the man's body was practically covered in the sweet granules as well. There was an odd mix of sugar and half-dried drool mixed on his stomach. 

Whether it's because of a strange pressuring urge to partake in the request given to him or because the sugar is getting to his head, the purity kneels down before Sucre and rests his right hand against the man's exposed left side.

Bringing himself lower until his nose brushes across the addict's sternum, the scent of glucose and sweat (which was a very odd mix; off-putting yet intriguing in nature) overcomes his senses. Without taking too much thought into what he's doing, his head dips down--hat being pushed off with the motion--and his tongue picks up the residue of spit/sugar on Sucre's stomach.

This causes a stir from the Guardian, though he only makes an odd sound at the action. Batter continues with the request, cleaning off the mixture from the other's skin. Tongue dips very briefly into the male Sucre's naval, only to retract the appendage and lay a quick butterfly kiss above his belly button.

You are:

[x] Cute[x] Adorable[x] Beautiful[x] Sexy[] askjdgfj

If you kissed me I would:

[] Kiss you back[x] Be shocked[] Smile and laugh[x] Push you away

[] Slap you

If you asked me out I would say:

[x] No, sorry[] Yes[] HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, YES

Can we cuddle?

[] No thank you[] Yes please[x] Sure, why not

Sex?

Intro: “Anyone who would interrupt a dance between friends deserves to be punished!”

Thanks: “Nice moves!”

Need help from your muse: “Sucre dear, I seem to be forgetting the steps! Run it through again for me?”

You’re defeated: “Oh, no… Don’t worry, dear. You get some rest. I’ll take them down on your behalf.”

From behind, Sugar could scarcely recognize the pale figure that stood outside her door. 

The color white always instilled a chilling fear in her on account of the monochrome color scheme of the monster who scared her into personal captivity, and so seeing a pale silhouette standing out amoungst the yellow of Zone 0, she was unsettled.