To wash away what happened last
If Daisuke and Luperci knew how to take photography, or if Daisuke knew how to paint a picture (he knew nothing of the world of drawing or painting, the caveman he was; he did, however know of dyes a little tiny bit about tattooing) the look that was on the woman's face and body would be a perfect subject for a piece of art. Instead, Daisuke had his remarkable memory. He'd remember most of the night, if not the whole night, depending on if he drank anymore or not, which he was on a good buzz right now, he might get away with remembering most of the night. Some details may be lost because of the alcohol's numbing of the brain. Either way, Daisuke hoped that he'd remember the look of her with his blood on her face, that beautiful grin that was placed there. It made him shiver lightly, his fur on the back of his neck stood up as a response as well. It was so beautifully sado-masochistic.
She went to clean the rest of the blood off of her maw after. He didn't bother to lick his shoulder clean, he was numb to the pain that throbbed in his chest. The alcohol was probably to blame now. He still panted lightly, and his tail wagged gently as well, showing that he was as content as could be right here, with her at this moment. They kissed again before the woman snuggled into Daisuke's chest. Daisuke wrapped his arm around her, his clawed hand playing in her long auburn locks. Daisuke let her snuggle close, and held her closer until she had suddenly pulled back, in which he released her to where she would be able to move. Dai? his name was called with a questioning tone. He looked down at her, his oceanic orbs looking into the emerald green ones that were unique to her. Don't... Don't tell Caillen about this, okay? He won't understand... He doesn't need to know. the woman told him. He would never purposely tell Caillen about their joining that happened tonight. It wasn't any of his business anyways. Daisuke never really was the one to kiss and tell. After all, he was very vague with how many women he had been with, the only real thing giving him away would be his willingness to jump right in, and to drink and do things that weren't normally done by anyone who he was related to. If his siblings saw him now, they probably would expect him to have been with several women. Pachi would rub it in his face about how he was a whore and she wasn't because she was with only one boy. That was, if she didn't dump him by now, with Pachi being one of the more fickle beings with who she was with rather than just being with just about anyone like Daisuke had a tendency of doing.
A gentleman never kisses and tells. the male spoke, a coy grin on his face as he put his hand on her cheek again. He won't hears it from me, that's for sure. Daisuke reassured the woman, smiling the entire time as the two sat there, her leg still over one of his hips and him still inside of her, throbbing. It's probably a good thing he wasn't here to hear us then huh? the male whispered to her, a silly Daisuke grin on his face as he giggled lightly. How old is he now, Alaine? A year yet? the male asked the woman, the male's age seemed to always escape his mind, the adventurer often would loose track of days if he had been moving around too much, and sometimes he wouldn't even make it home until the next day, and even with his memory of detail, the hours slipped by him sometimes. Probably because his mind was always moving ten million miles an hour. He was a good keeper of events, but not one of time. That was for sure.
Don't ask too much, just say
'Cause this is just a game!
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