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ask weekend 21/11.
👍 - Pin my muse down as yours fingers them
“So you do know how to heel.”
If this could even be called ‘heeling’, rough fingers in Deus’ hair as he holds his cheek against the rough concrete of the building to their side. It wasn’t typical of him not to wait until he was in his own territory, marked and secure and guaranteed to be safe, but this slave didn’t know when to shut up, and Sanzo had been on the brink of returning him to the Chateau until a rough grip to his jaw and a harsh ‘shut up’ had his nose twitching with some definite scent of interest coming from Deus’ form.
The boy was like some animal bitch in the wild: so strong, so unapproachable, until they wanted something-- predators in their own right until they came into heat. Sanzo had regarded him with curiosity, and then amusement when he’d pushed fingers into his mouth and sank deep enough for him to gag, because that scent had only gotten stronger and stronger.
Currently, Deus had his mouth stuffed with Sanzo’s tie, balled up and soaked with his saliva lest they make any noise. This would have been so much easier if they were home, but Sanzo was little more than the beast he was born as; Deus’ arousal had been clear, hot and thick in the air like a knife, and Sanzo wanted to fuck it.
So here they were, one hand in the boy’s hair and tugging once to catch his attention, pulling back enough that he could feel the sharp ends of Sanzo’s canines dragging up the side of his neck.
His breath was hot against Deus’ skin, growling. “Let’s just hope no-one sees you, ah?” And this, on its own-- an elder holding a young man against some dirty wall with his fingers in his hair-- would already be compromising on its own, except Sanzo also had a hand down the back of Deus’ trousers, his middle finger slipped between his buttocks and slowly moving back and forth inside him after he’d so nicely covered them in spit.
Sanzo only released the boy’s hair so he could press in the space between his shoulderblades, forcing his chest against the wall and his ass to stay stuck out between them. “I don’t want to kill anyone tonight.”
And he couldn’t fuck Deus, not really, not here without any real lube. But savouring tight heat around his finger was its own reward, and he knew it would only be tighter when he pushed in two.
