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Archer didn’t know exactly how to respond. His breath hitched for a moment, not used to feel Hoenir’s warmth against his body. That sudden show of affection feel so… special, like it was an once in a blue moon moment… and he doesn’t know if he should touch him, or leave him be on his lap.

Hoenir was like a cat. You never knew if he wanted to be pet or left alone; you had to guess. Sighing, the raven allowed his hand to rest atop of his childhood friend’s head, while the other reached for his own phone, scrolling his messages with tired yes.

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“… I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Archer’s fangs scraped at Hoenir’s neck from behind, breaking the pure white flesh as drops of blood formed at the surface before they’d fall down here and there. He did so again and again, tilting the other’s weight to bend down more and more as he towered his prey with additional wounds. His hands held onto the muse’s wrists, claws pricking for more nectar to flow. Archer’s beastial tongue rubbed like sandpaper against the opening, its rough pores not living a single drop fall onto Hoenir’s half removed shirt.

Given their growingly bitter relationship, Archer enjoyed the drinking as much as the biting, sometimes removing his fangs, enjoying seeing fluid linking the both of them, the scent of blood permeating the room while this proud man was holding back his whimpers.

A cracking sound was heard when the raven kissed the other’s wrist, piercing through as blood flew so easily from there into the sire’s mouth.

that totally SFW meme @voidfcks

Archer’s claws dig deeper inside the soft fabric, sliding his head down the cushion he was holding on to to free his mouth and speak clearly.

“You make this sound so inappropria―where are you touching?!”

It all started with Hœnir’s half assed complaint about Archer’s physical abuse whenever he’d make a move on him in the past, as slight as it was. When he allowed the muse to touch him with the promise of not moving, he didn’t expect for Hœnir to be so touchy to his waist and sensitive spine. Like the musician was enjoying trying to trigger a vulnerable response from him.

The shift in dynamic felt eerie, odd and almost dreadful to Archer. Like Hœnir was fully taking the opportunity to not have to fight for dominance.

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He totally would ! But see, every time Jael meets Archer he ends up with a few cracked ribs and it hurts everywhere. And everytime somehow Archer finds exactly where Jael is most sensitive to pain. Training or not pain is pain and discomfort is discomfort.

“I knew I’d find you here. When your parents went to greet me, you couldn’t have been that far.”

Archer ignored the caterers busilly taking care of the wedding reception, as guests chatted with hors d’oeuvres and champagne. It was... particular. If he didn’t try, Archer would soon forget who was to be tied up in engagement; a friend of the family? A colleague of his father? Someone his old man wanted to impress? Who knows...

“You tidy up quite fine. Why don’t you ever dress up for me? It’s no fun you only do that for the... older grownups.”

A hand in his dress pant pocket, the young man was tilting his own glass from left to right, gently so, while not even taking a sip. Like he was modeling; and for he was, for the crowd. His hair were tidied up but not any different from usual to keep a boyish appearance, while his all black suit and tie gave him a dashing look. Just enough to fit in.

“You don’t seem to enjoy yourself. Bored because there’s no one your age? I don’t see why that’d be the case. I love to hear about who is daring to wear what by chatty, obnoxious aunts.”

He gave an amusing smirk to his pupil, looking for a bit of a spark in those darkened eyes. Anything.

To make the torturing worry that Hœnir was sad leave his heart.

He crossed his arms behind his head and stared at him, he noticed his GORGEOUS features and it seemed his skin will be soft to the touch. His lips had a slight PINK tint, they were plump and pretty and his eyes, they were staring at him with such INTENSITY that Claude couldn’t help but smirk at him. His hands cupped his face and his thumbs gently rubbed his skin, he slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips to kiss him. “You are BEAUTIFUL.” He murmured close to his lips, “what do you want me to do next?”