Munin grabbed his face, looking at the god in his deep golden eyes, getting lost in those iridescent topaz, in the ripples of the yellow abyss he saw in them, as the surf caresed his porcelain skin. The mouth opened, fangs shone in the dim light, before the tonfue darted and it sank in the eye. Munin licked it, drinking the fluids it concealed.
Both had been sitting together, comfortable on a large couch, he had enjoyed the glass of wine, sipping from the glass while the rest of his attention fell upon Munin, yet he remained silent. Placing the glass for a moment away so he had his hands free but before he could do anything to his dear Raven, the other was quicker and had him already in his grasp. “What is it Munin?” the deity asked, staring at those ruby-red orbs, those crimsons eyes the other male possessed, the color of blood and lust and even love, while Hugin carried those sapphire-blue ones, ice cold and well just pure coldness, not this fire this one had here, even though Hugin would suit the fire even more, so impulsive as he always was. His face got more pulled down, the long, white tresses falling over his shoulders, eyes kept focused on those crimson eyes but then he just saw his mouth, how it opened and showed all those teeth and the tongue which darted soon out. “Munin?” His hands were placed upon the male’s lap, as he leaned onto him while he held his head. One last confused blink before a grunt came out of him as the tongue slid along his eyeball but that was just the beginning as soon teeth followed and sunk into the white mass, forcing this time a painful gasp out of the deity, whose fingers grabbed immediately onto those legs, sinking deep into the fabric as he tried to bear the pain with all his willpower.
View blackening on the one eye as it became completely useless for now, leaving only the other one, where tears were already formed and dribbled down his cheek. “Nghh…” A Raven indeed as Munin ate from his own flesh, licking off the Ichor which flowed down, some of it over his lips where he would catch it with his own tongue, tasting the golden fluid. Varytita slowly could relax once the black Raven drank more from the destroyed eyeball, switching his position as he climbed onto the Raven’s lap to make it himself more comfortable while he ate from him. One hand placed upon Munin’s shoulder while the other wiped some of the Ichor away, feeling a numb, yet throbbing pain where his eye once was, whenever he had to blink, general moved those muscles when he turned his eye(s) to the side, up or down, a burning feeling erupted. So alive, … “Munin…” Varytita whispered, pressing his fingers into the male’s mouth as he could drink that Ichor too which was covering his fingertips, if he wanted he could even rip his fingers off, he had no problem to lose any limbs. This definitely had been a quite bizarre but pleasant surprise here.
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