zombie simon ghost riley, it's not the rotten flesh, the unintelligible words he gurgles, the milky gaze of his lost eyes, it's more the way he clings to you, the way his dislocated jaw hangs down with raspy, loud sounds he doesn't holds down, how your fingers look, spanned around the width of his girthy, engorged cock, decorated with angry, black veins that seem to pulse in response to your touch.
how protective he is, lurking behind your back, growling, snapping, reacting to any sound around in case he'll need to protect you, your guard, pressing his hanging jaw over your shoulder, telling you something with his rasping sounds under your ear, looking at you almost puppy like, at lough you no longer can see the umber color of his eyes.
still, he's attractive to you, your precious simon, pressing closer to you needily when your lips brush over his masked forehead, he can't take it off, not with bits of his rotting skin already sticking to the fabric, far away from hurting him by now, but it's wouldn't be a pretty sight to look at, even with your gentle, hushed words about how he's still your pretty boy, and you never would push him away, his chest rumbling with broken, animalistic purr.
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