Nov 20, 2020
@silencethemany asked: [42 m/m any]
They were riled up, one of their captives already dead by their hands while the other watched. The air stank of blood, the liquid pooled around the room, splattered on the walls and the bound man, smeared over their bare skin. Steffen could taste it from where they’d been kissing, blood and Jericho was his favourite flavour and it just made him fuck his lover harder. The entire couch was moving with every one of his thrusts, his hands gripping at the back of it to help power his hips. He was practically silent, as was his way, panting heavily and letting out the softest of groans with each shove into Jericho, showing just how affected he was, it was loud for him. “Come for me.” He whispered.