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Janos was honestly glad that Bastion didn’t want to rip him open to drain him of his life-giving liquid. He rather liked the feeling of the blood coming from his body but still he knew that it was good that he would be allowed to keep that inside of himself. And this way he could be able to continue to protect and take care of his cherub and he felt a familiar thrill down the back of his neck as he put himself completely at Bastion’s mercy, letting the smaller male decide what happened to him, whether he lived or whether or not he died. Luckily for him though the other seemed to understand that he needed Janos at least until he could get a replacement, so for now the arbiter was safe and sound from any mortal wounds since he would have to bandage himself up and he could only do that to a certain point. Suddenly he felt the other cut down his chest again and he looked up at him after he gave a low hiss of pleasurable pain. Ah he felt so alive, his back arching up towards the other’s mouth as he could almost feel his blood leaking out of his body and towards the waiting jaws of his master and lover. Janos’s body was reacting quite positively and quite ferociously to his master’s actions and his body craved more, wanted more. He wanted to feel more of him and to be reaffirmed as his master’s play thing through and through no matter who else had the gall to come through.
The smaller male clambered off of him and he looked up at him, obviously confused by the sudden movements. Had he done something that was wrong? Mentally he went over what he had done and he could find no reason as to why he would be left so suddenly. So he was greatly relieved when he heard the questioning demand and he nodded his head, smiling lightly as his hands went to his pants to hook in his waistband, lifting his hips up to slide down his pants and underwear, his dick unsheathed and fully grown already. While he was up, he also slipped off his jacket, laying it down before he laid back down as he had been, the full extent of his many scars able to be seen, a sight that only his master could really appreciate he felt. If a wolf could smile he would be doing so as he looked up at his cherub, tilting his head to the side, his ruined ear flopping over. ”Is this what you wanted master?” He asked his master, his excitement very able to be seen. He hadn’t been able to be like this with his master in a long time and his tail wagged against the ground, the blood pooling around the surface of his fur, the blood glinting in the light, reflected by the bright yellow heads of the sunflowers. Bastion’s head was outlined by sun and Janos had to hold up a hand to protect his eyes, shifting a little as he waited for the other.
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