sharp teeth will sink into the plush of lip, watching fingers disappear through a tight ring. it’s eerily similar, this angel, to him, to rudi. in what they want. being pretty boys with pretty needs. finger - tips are searching the back of throat, wants to hurt him, make him gag ( just a little ) as punishment for being so … perfect. near. if he could ever see past it, he’d see a friend in michael, not a threat.
❛ i am, ain’t i? er’body says so, see? i know.❜ it’s a confused confidence he has. still needs the reassurance. has him purring, dipping head to catch fingers against his lips again. dry hand curls into black, unkindly, tug his head back. there’s a bite to his kiss, a domineering and vile presence but so sweet, so spiced with promise.
the other is locked against him, arm around torso. but tucker’s annoyed he’s not already on his knees, trying to please him. lips retract, a thick strand of saliva connecting, he lingers breath - hush away. ❛ now say sorry, michael.❜ and he lets him go, just like that.
HE DOES GAG, finger that runs along the back of his throat causes a small little choked sound to emit from his lips though he doesn’t pull away. ( used to keeping things shoved against the back of his throat ! ) instead he swallows around the finger, knows what to expect this time as the digit slips further down, throat slippery and pliant.
he lets teeth graze against tucker’s fingers as they’re pulled from his mouth, bites down softly though certainly not enough to hurt. MOANS when hair is yanked by a rough hand, grins up at the pretty boy with hands all over him. takes the opportunity when their lips meet to slip his tongue in tucker’s mouth, pressing and swiping along the siren’s ( just wants a taste !! ). DISAPPOINTED when tucker pulls away, breaking off the kiss.
flipping around he’s on his knees in an instant, fingers slipping just under the hem of tucker’s pants. he tugs at them gently, pressing soft kisses to his hipbones as wings begin to sprawl outwards. tucker seemed to like them, may as well make them look PRETTY. “ i’m sorry, tucker. i was a bad boy. ”
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06. my character is a gargoyle original character, with the themes being horror and psychological. i have yet to see a gargoyle character, and while i can't coin the entire term gargoyle, please know that all development, lore, background, and ideas come straight from my head and inspiration i've obtained from horror/psychological thriller movies. please do not steal any of it. i will drag you straight to hell.
07. my name is SIO. i really love talking to people so hit me up! im nice i think?
