Love was something that Muzan never considered.. or cared for. Such things had never been shown to him and so it wasn’t something he was willing to entertain.. towards him or others. He was cruel and harsh and everything that most hated. Hell, he even hated himself. There were times he wished he had done exactly as his family wanted–and perished.
But then there were moments like this… when they looked at each other the same way. When this lowly demon dared to reach past Muzan’s facade, or his hate or his fury. This demon.. had proven himself. And when he looked in those eyes, listened to those thoughts…
The other didn’t demand the same for him–and Muzan knew he would never love like the rest of them. It wasn’t in his nature. But the possessiveness he displayed, the fury, the irritation at every upset.. there was a care. But it was twisted to the point of hate–like him. Always like him. Love… he didn’t in the most pure sense of the word.
But Muzan cared for him, and he would call it that.
In his world, this was love.
In Muzan’s world, his love was his possession–and this demon, he wanted more than the others. This was the demon that he possessed more than the others. The one he lusted for, the one he wished for. The one who he was soft for.
“You are mine,” he croons, bringing Enmu closer, “And I love you.”
“You will wear my ring with pride–you will shove it in their faces. You will let them know that you belong to me and me alone… and you will tell them exactly how pathetic they are for not having my affections..” He’s so close to Enmu’s face now, his lips ghosting against the other’s. “How pathetic they all are because they have not yet won my trust. Surely if you can do it, they can as well, hm? But definitely not, for they aren’t you..”
“And now, they can’t because you have it all..” His eyes half-closed.
“And nothing would please you more than doing all of that for me.”
The smile he wears is somewhere between soft and bloodthirsty. If that’s at all possible–the tips of his fangs peek out over his lip as he speaks. Occasionally, they poke in far enough to draw blood, but the punctures heal immediately after the fangs are withdrawn from his skin. The blood only reabsorbs, leaving nothing there to be lusted for.
“You’re supposed to be so happy you can’t contain yourself. You’re getting something you’ve only ever dreamed of,” oh, he knows exactly what he’s doing.
This kiss is more of a bite–and he nips down to Enmu’s neck. “You’ll wear my collar again, won’t you? All my pretty bruises, so dark against your skin..”
These bites, gentle but harsh–and then his tongue, moving over them to collect the blood that spills from them. “What else will you wear for me, Enmu? Nothing? Everything? I know you have pretty things over in the drawer…” His nose trails further down, his claws ripping those buttons open– and he laps at the places where he’s drawn blood. Again, this is definitely intentional.
“Wear something beautiful for me. I’ll certainly be kind enough to take it off you in the most pleasurable way possible.”
So dizzily drunk upon those whispered murmurs of such immortal love, of rapturous symphonies alit with beautiful notes of malignant possessiveness...
❝ ..Muzan-sama....please..... ❞
Lithe frame so heavily quaking now. With every ambrosial melody of buttons popping wide open within the wake of those beautiful razored talons. Setting fire just beneath the lower moon’s aching skin. Dizzyingly trembling with such dark, lustful, desires. His most blessed god always knew, just what to so teasingly murmur, just what to fleetingly touch, to bring Enmu to his very knees....
Seamlessly poisoning with that candied venom that spilled from those elegant lips, time after time....
Just one of the many things the lower so adored about him. Never once imagining attempting to flee from this bountiful place. Shake free from these heavenly illusions Muzan had so graciously offered to one as lowly as he. This celestial star of memorizing rubies, whom had so granted Enmu and Enmu alone his fleeting whims. His lavish spoiling. Of such sweet and unfettering kindness. Of dizzily drowning within one other, unabashedly drunk upon that beautiful static of keening arousal.....
Breathlessly gasping at those heated lips upon that porcelain throat. Those rapturous fangs. Eagerly, easily, nipping, leaving a rising map of amethyst bruises within their wake. Warm tongue deftly lapping the beads of crimson slowly welling. Zealously tilting his head back to allow his god better access. Trembling digits feverishly grasping the front of Muzan’s shirt. Fervent cries blissfully spilling from the lower moon. Blessed pleas to his god, so heavily soaked in lustful notes of divine worship...
And Muzan was far too aware...
Of all the pretty, pretty, little things tucked away within their bedroom drawers...
Of how the lower moon so adored wearing them before him. All those delectable little things so daringly baring vast expanses of porcelain pale skin. How Enmu adored dizzily flashing. As those hot and heavy hands upon him. Intoxicatingly dancing upon heated flesh. In his god’s own sense of praise, in his god’s own sense of worship granted to the lower. Taking them off, other times leaving them on. Fervently bouncing upon Muzan’s lap in a desperate rhythm, as those razor talons so carefully ghosted. Deftly tugging free lacey tie upon tie...
His ravishing god knew how to spoil Enmu to his most sublime content....
And teal hues, half lidded now, hungrily flickering up...
❝ ...I want to wear something pretty..just for you...❞
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