02-08-2016, 09:11 AM
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
Tick tock, tick tock His mind winding like a the gears of a time piece. The momentary brush with the male leaving a salty, metallic, sweet taste on his lips. Kirin bends the velvets inward, tasting the remains and quivering gently. 'Mmm' He breathes, a whisper of a word, barely audible rising from his throat.
His reverie interrupted but for a moment with a chill. A fleeting thing, coming quickly and ending just as soon as the temperature drop has registered in his mind. Brief, almost non existent, he can't be bothered to linger on a hypothetical worry. An inconvenience, so he gruffs, turning his attentions to the goat-horned male once more. A growl bubbling forth from the man, only furthering his madness. "Oh?" A question, a statement in retort and he bothers not with the pleasantries of personal space. Pressing in again eyes finding Pollocks, as if to say- 'Oh do go on then'.
Perhaps Kirin was crazy, or lustful, or both. Perhaps the feral nature of the male sent a stiffness to his loins that he could not ignore, that he only wished to give his own sort of gift in return to words to pass next. The evidence of his arousal displayed without shame or concern, the lavender had never been modest.
"Giving? Well what a pleasant revelation, I am of the business of taking myself." He dips his head, tucking his chin slightly as the mischief flares against his lips, flashes from his silver eyes. Almost a purr are his words now, thickening with a proverbial perfumed smoke, a heady mix to the senses.
"Hmm," he muses, theatrically deep in thought. "Everything," he presses, "for starters you. I'll take you, you look like someone to fill my needs, play my games quite nicely. In return, well, it appears you are a taker of things as well. Life perhaps?" Again a question, though the hints that he knows the answer already is not lost. "I'm sure we can find some of those for you, and me even. You can take me too but death is so..final. No, I have tastes for other games of take." A hiss completes the last word, his head and chest rising, puffing.
"So Pollock. Do you want to play a game?"
His reverie interrupted but for a moment with a chill. A fleeting thing, coming quickly and ending just as soon as the temperature drop has registered in his mind. Brief, almost non existent, he can't be bothered to linger on a hypothetical worry. An inconvenience, so he gruffs, turning his attentions to the goat-horned male once more. A growl bubbling forth from the man, only furthering his madness. "Oh?" A question, a statement in retort and he bothers not with the pleasantries of personal space. Pressing in again eyes finding Pollocks, as if to say- 'Oh do go on then'.
Perhaps Kirin was crazy, or lustful, or both. Perhaps the feral nature of the male sent a stiffness to his loins that he could not ignore, that he only wished to give his own sort of gift in return to words to pass next. The evidence of his arousal displayed without shame or concern, the lavender had never been modest.
"Giving? Well what a pleasant revelation, I am of the business of taking myself." He dips his head, tucking his chin slightly as the mischief flares against his lips, flashes from his silver eyes. Almost a purr are his words now, thickening with a proverbial perfumed smoke, a heady mix to the senses.
"Hmm," he muses, theatrically deep in thought. "Everything," he presses, "for starters you. I'll take you, you look like someone to fill my needs, play my games quite nicely. In return, well, it appears you are a taker of things as well. Life perhaps?" Again a question, though the hints that he knows the answer already is not lost. "I'm sure we can find some of those for you, and me even. You can take me too but death is so..final. No, I have tastes for other games of take." A hiss completes the last word, his head and chest rising, puffing.
"So Pollock. Do you want to play a game?"
Kirin
son of Khaos
