[M] I threw us into the flames

Sirius Revlis · 08-17-2012, 12:04 PM

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He had known many women, known them intimately - Known their bodies, the scorching heat of their lusts, the simmering, bitter disappointment in fine features when he flicked them a brassy coin and dissipated back out into the cold embrace of the nighttime. This was how he had procured his lusts; Between thighs soft and supple, against a cushion of breasts. He had known men with harder tastes, a wanton craving for the flesh of their own gender, and while he had not partaken of such pleasures within his own youth, this was not something the snake had condemned. Sex was without gender, in itself an act of dominance or submission, of passion and control. He, the contaminated and the condemned, had never been taught by a righteous god that man did not lay with man, that redemption could only be found in a woman's most vulnerable place.

He fucked without a strict desire for femininity, and had stuck to women for the fiscal purpose that they seemed much more plentiful as whores, much cheaper than their male counterparts, much better at acting like they had a soul left to share within their hot, heady flesh.

Thus, while sinful hellfire curdled the blood of the golden eagle, Sirius was left to ravage without guilt, without the impending horror of a man set to re-define himself, to break every bone of his consciousness and wait for it to reset. So, too, was he blissfully unaware of the wrath of Gabrielson's gods, the torture that they would inflict upon his lover's withered morals. He knew only what he wanted, what he craved, what he needed so desperately that he would beg for it; Whine for it, writhe his hips in craven restraint until that leg hooked about him, and ivory teeth tugged sharply against one large, quivering audit.

He could wait no longer, and with a harsh grunt, pulled Ezekiel down and onto him. The pleasure was unbelievable - exquisite, unlike any he had ever known, paling all others that had come before, and souring all that were yet to come. Luminous eyes were shut tightly, ears folded to a crown of tumbling raven locks, and he was still; A statue of granite muscles, reveling in this glorious new sensation, wicked claws biting into the muscular hips of the golden princeling. This was more decadent than all the banquets of heaven; the serpent had claimed his prize.

The pleasure was abating, awakening a new desire, the need to move, to thrust, to impale again the golden man's warm flesh. Unable and unwilling to resist it, he moved his hips, slowly at first, eyes re-opening so that they could seek, with feverish intensity, the emotions on his lover's face.

Sirius Revlis

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