@depascor said: sinful ideas + he lets her reach inside his mouth & touch his teeth , for as long as she wants . because she keeps looking , but she has also been so kind on complimenting them . he’s not squirming & can definitely be trusted with her hands on his mouth .
she KNEW showering him in compliments would pay off sooner or later ( she really thought it'd be much much later ! what a pleasant surprise ! )
the proposal sends a tremor through all her wings, tightening closely to her back as an attempt to hide her excitement, despite it being written all over her face. slightly parted lips close a moment later, widening with to loose grin when she suddenly shoots up from the ground, higher than intended. but she's quick to correct her ENTHUSIASM, swallowing the squeal that wants to lurch out her throat, hovering back down to his level with hands that already dared to reach for his maw.
before they can pry through locked lips, a concerning rattles loudly in her head like an alarm bell, reminding her of the willing danger she'd be putting herself in just to feed a macabre interest. a scenario in which she loses her entire hand is presented to her in her mind but she's quick to ignore with a BEST CASE instead; she only loses a finger ! that's not ... so terrible. she could settle with parting a finger forgive him even might he chalk it up to feeding his own morbid curiosity. digits creasing inward, her eyes lock with his in search of double permission to persist. and she gets it with the glint of her HOLY GLOW catching onto the yellow rows that peak out slow, purposefully displaying them as if to say hello.
she's pulled back in, any self control that possessed her is quickly EXORCISED by the sheer glint of yellow calling her name, demanding her touch. the red dials that stare up at her disappear, her vision only fixed on the maw she desires to pry open, to stare down into, to test how SHARP the bear was and how long before it could SNAP SHUT on her divine hands.
though ideally, she'd rather not lose any more limbs.
first contact is made as both hands, which no longer hesitated but moved with precise confidence to cup his face. thumbs pressed lightly against his lips before slipping inward pushing up so as to fully display those beautifully sharp incisors. but she's seen these already they're practically an accessory to whatever outfit he's dawning that day ! only difference is she up close, and drawing closer to them doesn't quite draw the excitement she was hoping for. if nothing, she notices the smell, the faint stain of blood from a meal that couldn't have been no longer than a half hour ago.
fingers reunite with the thumbs, inviting themselves to assist in unhinging his maw open to dive deeper. which is as otherworldly as she expected it to be but nothing could've prepared her for the warmth that tickled her fingers and ghosted down her wrists. she pauses, maneuvering higher, positioning her hands to better give herself a view of the bottomless pit that was his esophagus. she must've been staring for an uncomfortable amount of time because movement is the only thing that startles her out of her trance. she blinks to meet with his gaze again, breathing a sheepish laugh. ❝ sorry sorry ! got a little distracted ... ❞
as quickly as he'd manage to pull her attention, it takes less than that for it to be redirected to her original interest. digits ( not all ) awkwardly tried to fit themselves inside all while being cautious of the razors that teased her skin and slick pad below. her tips could hardly appreciate the sharp edges, it was growing increasingly frustrated and he WAS fidgeting ! too many fingers, not enough room. a quiet huff slips out following the exit of wet digits, stringing saliva from his depths while one hand remains caged. slick hand is offered only a brief glance of curiosity before it's wiped clean upon holy fabrics.
it finds it's way back to him, under his chin so as to GUIDE him not so pushy of course, she patient to tilt his head upward until she sings a satisfied hum. her hand never leaving his position, nestling comfortably in place under the curve of his cheek to hold still. with that, the hand inside can admire the serrated canines. oh and the molars too ! she dances along them, front to back, back to front; counting, memorizing the odd texture, deciphering the mystery meat trapped between them all. ❝ you're unlike anyone i've ever met. ❞ she whispers. all the while her fingers and thumb still grazed along his teeth's surface.
her pointer occupies itself with a lower incisor, teasing it's jagged point against her flesh. features scrunch with discomfort, and they only tighten when she's put far too much pressure into that single digit of hers. the GOLD ICHOR spills as quickly as her hand exits, staining the yellow and leaving droplets that spill between his and her own attire. she'd wince, even curse in pain while coddling her own stupidly self inflicted wound. the seraphim laugh through it, a flush of embarrassing bright gold warming her face.
❝ alastor i am so sorry. i HA ! i did not mean to get ... that carried away. ❞