[ Again, the sensation that isn't— Rafe can feel the skin tearing beneath those talons, thinks he can even hear it shred past the... the lack of blood rushing in his ears. No. No, no, not that, focus on something else. Fenris's weight pushes him backward, up, no practically about it because he's on his tiptoes like some schlocky made-for-TV romcom. The indignation at that thought is as good as anything else to carry him through the haze of wrong that kicks in at the worst time.
Which means he has the wherewithal to bite down on Fenris's lip as hard as possible as he pulls away, bright white teeth adding to the abuse suffered by his own fangs. (Much better than getting caught in the stark contrast of Fenris panting like a furnace bellows and himself who's— not.) But he releases once he realizes where Fenris is set to go. ]
About fucking time,
[ Rafe mutters darkly, but sure as hell not unhappy. In fact, he plants a hand square against Fenris's chest to nudge him along faster and then shove him down into the jumble of whatever shit he's made this nest out of.
Yeah. Definitely need to get a bed up here.
His hands twitch towards his shirt but then. Stop. Habit had Rafe ready to yank his shirt up and off, have it out of the way now rather than be a hindrance later, but...but that was before. No. No reason it can't stay on a while longer. To cover the hesitation (barely half a minute but still) he quickly follows Fenris down, straddling him in one easy motion before getting back to that kiss. ]
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cw: body dysmorphia, implications of sexual/physical abuse, slavery
Date: 2020-12-02 06:31 am (UTC)Which means he has the wherewithal to bite down on Fenris's lip as hard as possible as he pulls away, bright white teeth adding to the abuse suffered by his own fangs. (Much better than getting caught in the stark contrast of Fenris panting like a furnace bellows and himself who's— not.) But he releases once he realizes where Fenris is set to go. ]
About fucking time,
[ Rafe mutters darkly, but sure as hell not unhappy. In fact, he plants a hand square against Fenris's chest to nudge him along faster and then shove him down into the jumble of whatever shit he's made this nest out of.
Yeah. Definitely need to get a bed up here.
His hands twitch towards his shirt but then. Stop. Habit had Rafe ready to yank his shirt up and off, have it out of the way now rather than be a hindrance later, but...but that was before. No. No reason it can't stay on a while longer. To cover the hesitation (barely half a minute but still) he quickly follows Fenris down, straddling him in one easy motion before getting back to that kiss. ]