gently fingers around vox’s gill-vents, pattering a tender touch over slivers of synthetic skin prior to just barely dipping the pad of either index a daring micrometer inward, tracing where the flesh flays around the vulnerable inside.
“ hey, ” he says simply, and with a convincing air of innocence, “ what’s the name ’a those sharks that bury ’emselves in the sand?? ”
of course he could just look it up. but this is infinitely more fun.
↳ UNPROMPTED @heavenom ↴
𝘔𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, pridefully hung up on his wall, watches over the two of them, laid partially intertwined under his thin, curtain-like covers stretched over a wide and flat bed, often unperturbed and neatly tucked in at the corners. Now, there's plenty of wrinkles, like the minute ones sat between Vox's furrowed, mismatched brows. His arms are bent awkwardly around Angel's prone figure, angled up to have his phone screen visible at a distance.
His headboard, normally as scattered with stocks and headlines as the newspapers of his time, is quiet.
“Hmph…” One of his many grumbles shared in their exchange. Most of them aren't directional, but this one is ―he can feel thin fingers prodding a temperamental line. He blinks slowly, like a warm cat, allowing his pupils to drag down and look at the mischievous source.
The rhythm of his breathing shifts on first contact, pillowing his sides and his chest, whisking every inhale to a cloud and every exhale a palely whistling and tender gust of wind. His skin twitches, then accepts the sensation into something more of a melt. The fleshy innards of his gills prickle, but not for longer than a second, accustomed to Angel's fingers, they settle like they're tame. Funny how tightrope-like the walk between pleasant and pleasurable can be, made for a dancer.
Angel sharks, or sand devils, a frequent flier of his shark facts foundation.
“Just trying to hear me say your name?” He teases lightly, wolf-side of his smile raising. He clicks his tongue, as if to chide him, then continues helplessly, “They're called angel sharks, Angel.”