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C-Cain-senpai... @seishiumi ♥

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@seishiumi​ <3

“Oh, sweetheart ~ You know I was going to do that anyways.”

What had once been a smirk on Cain’s face is now that of a devious grin befitting the devil himself. To fuck him, fill him up... His wishes are his angel’s to grant, but sooner will he take his absolute sweet time in teasing his darling Sal, bringing him closer and closer to what he so obviously needs in this moment now. All else can wait, if only long enough for him to first reach his peak. Now, Cain doesn’t even try to resist the temptation to throw his beloved down onto the cushions of the couch themselves, all in one swift motion that leaves the smaller of the two breathless, more so than he already had been as he so desperately rutted against him only seconds prior. 

While he towers above him in their new position, grinding his own hips into that same sweet spot as before, he settles one hand over his pretty little neck, deft fingers wrapping around him in a familiar act of dominance as his other hand slides down his heaving chest. He looks down at Sal with eyes half lidded, with wicked adoration.

“You just can’t help but act greedy around me, now, can you? Especially when I touch you like this...” In time with his words, he snakes his hand further and further down, just until it’s hovering above the other’s belt. Over his painfully hard erection. He tests the waters by granting Sal some relief, delicately pressing his palm to his crotch. Feeling how damp he’s already made his slacks, coupled with the needy upwards thrust of his hips, prompts Cain to chuckle darkly. 

“Heh, you can’t even wait for me to strip these clothes off of you.” It’s almost pathetic how much he’s acting like an animal in heat; yet, this is just another reason why he adores him so very much. His little pet, his little toy. He’ll give him everything he wants and more, so long as he continues begging and moaning for him in that sweet voice...

Cain’s lips meet the corner of his mouth in an affectionate little kiss. A few more follow, his trail of kisses along his cheek, jaw, and onwards reaching Sal’s ear where he pauses once again. The continued rut of his hips against his hand, along with his ceaseless, desperate whining that grows louder still tells him all he needs to know. “You’re going to cum like this, aren’t you, Sal...?” The other hand that’s wrapped around his delicate neck tightens its grip. Enough so to make his head spin delightfully, to make those little gasps for air all the more restrained. “You filthy thing. I ought to punish you for ruining such a nice suit. Wouldn’t be the first time, though, would it? So, go ahead. Cum for me. Let’s see you make a mess of yourself all over again.”

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@seishiumi.

“Do you realize just how much your absence has hurt me, Sal?” Sparing him no sympathy, not a moment to utter an excuse for his actions, Cain’s grip upon his wrist grows tighter still. He’s all but livid, and yet, he remains calm and collected with his anger. Sal is, after all, his most beloved pet... No harm will come to him yet. He’s due a rightful punishment; one that Cain himself knows he’ll get some sort of enjoyment from... And that’s precisely the reason why he adores him, why he’s so weak for him. 

A harsh tug follows, drawing Sal closer to the Fallen. “Never leave my side again,” Though a command, it’s a threat more than anything. While his stare is intense, his touch upon Sal’s alabaster skin is rather forgiving - regardless of his fingers tucked under his chin, thumb nearly touching his bottom lip, he still looks to his angel so willingly. Briefly now does Cain’s gaze dip lower, and his thoughts wander. “I might have to put a collar ‘round your pretty little neck and chain you to the wall otherwise.”

And to even think of just how exciting such a prospect is, there’s already a smirk upon Cain’s face as his eyes meet Sal’s once more. “On second thought... I`m under the impression that`s precisely what you want. Well? Am I wrong?”

[caergil-blog]

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

deleted prompt.   @seishiumi

  they've taken to a particular routine :   shared moments spent in silence ,   the sheer concept belying otherwise a purported impossibility.       —   that is ,   until now.     where afternoon begins its trek along their daily descent comes the arrival of a balmy evening ,   the few hours before the complete dead of night.

  he's preoccupied with the an opus most recently appended to his unceasing library ,   yamato taciturn against the tight - knit space adjacent to his seat ,   absorbing the contents of what few pages remain in characteristic quickness.     there's a certain chunk of text ,   however ,   that especially ensnares his primary focus.     just a little more left and                                               

  for the first time in establishing this   —   whatever this is ,   she speaks.     she speaks so softly ,   so softly that it's almost burdened by the deafening quiet.     attention torn in two ,   his careful gaze lifts from the book in his palms.     yet again ,   she leaves him at temporary pause.

  “                      and i you.  ”

[midstofvaria-gone]

  “     Your     ...     kindness exceeds expectation .     Words alone do not come close to showing my appreciation ,     however .     ”

@seishiumi       !

[midstofarmis]

from this meme i reblogged on my sideblog; feel free to send in more!  ♡   @seishiumi

glister of worriment,   set alight in flickers akin to a raging blaze,   flames powerless to be quelled.        a single bath towel settles languidly at the shoulders,   stiffening from an iron grip which keeps it still at the chest.        ❝  I know,   and I'm sorry.        I should've said something before going the way I did,  ❞        Lady recalls little of the former month;   in fact,   the only way to truly illustrate such an otherworldly,   reprehensible experience is to liken it to a haze of some twisted nature:   beads of vapor turned steam,   encasing a once whole perspective into a speck of what it used to be,   concealing her vision in an endless stream of incertitude all while mollifying into a deep,   profound sleep.        never again does she yearn to fall victim because,   should the opportunity arise?        she won't haver at hurtling more than a bullet or two right between the eyes of the source.        no,   he'll pay.

  ❝  So much for an easy job.  ❞      

[midstofvaria-gone]

❝ i wonder who will take me when it is my turn. ❞ from Tatsu 8')

SPEECH THERAPY SENTENCE PROMPTS   !     no longer accepting.  @seishiumi ♡

what a strange little thing to mull over.    not that such deliberation strikes him in a ferocious sort of shock   —   quite the opposite,    in fact   —   but to bear witness to its revitalization from the crest of her lips,    the fount of an  ( admittedly )  soothing voice,    is what ultimately renders him intrigued.    V ponders a moment,    rumination unplumbed in full,    settling his trusty opus atop the surface nearest him:      A QUAINT ESCRITOIRE,    an offering courtesy of the center of his attention.      ❝  I never took you for one to wonder of the end,  ❞      not one to reflect on the grim,    dour side of the future,    that is;      then again,    his time with Tatsumiya merely scratches the margin of what's to come.

         indeed,    they've only just begun.

  the edgings of his mouth wind upwards,    the curl of an unshakable grin blossoming at their seams.    there's still more to be said,    more to determine,    but for the time being he chooses his impending words with care,    a surprising weight of clarity to them.      ❝  —  However,    I would hope not anytime soon.    I quite enjoy your    ...    company.  ❞

[lloronala]

❛ ... this is a weird topic. ❜ from Old! 8D

*  JOHN  MULANEY ;  KID  GORGEOUS  AT  RADIO  CITY .  || accepting

❁ ❁  “  Ah, ah. It’s only weird if you make it weird. Now,¿what is your preference?  ”

His shoes looked awful in condition, as though he had worn it one too many times. So as a zapatera, it bothered her greatly. She insisted on making a new pair for him, but in order to do that, she needed information. Size, style, material--anything that can help her make a good pair for him. After all, the worst case is the person grieving over shoes that they didn’t like or wasn’t a match at all.

Was it that strange for her to ask him about what kind of shoes he liked? Maybe it was due to the fact that no one had asked him about it before, which was a shame. At least she was going to help change that for him for the better.

“  You don’t want shoes that are hideous in your eyes,  ¿no? I’m only trying to gather information so that won’t happen. Just as clothes are important in defining a person, shoes are, too. You can’t do one or the other if you want to look good.  ”