Cerulean Cape is anything but safe

resistance against vonn is futile ...not that severin has any intention of resisting. he was promised a good time and if there's one thing that severin likes: it's a good time where one or both parties end up an incoherent mess. those are his favorite good times. severin moves nearer at the tug of the pale man's muzzle and welcomes each sensual nip left upon his flesh. a bare of his teeth at each suckle and the pinprick of fangs as vonnaruil leaves a heady trail down his throat. it would be a threatening gesture — the baring of sharpened teeth — if not for the fact that it is derived solely, in this instance, from that delightful mixture of pain and pleasure that leaves him even more intoxicated than he was to begin with. vonnaruil finds each tender spot with an ease that suggests this isn't the first time he's done that and in the end that advantage gives him another plus mark in severin's little black book. severin's eyelids flutter closed, leaning into each sultry kiss, angling his muzzle skywards — not longer feeling the stinging, chilly and salty kiss of the wind — to offer the pale man a better exposure. would he not have been entirely consumed it might've made him nervous: allowing someone to have such easy access to his throat and in essence his life source.

vonnaruil mentions retiring and though severin understands he gives a soft pout all the same. they were ( presumably ) alone and privacy was never anything that severin really could care about. it was hard to remain private in a pack full of wolves, after all. they had a better chance of privacy right where they were ...but nevertheless follows the pale man's lead.

the grotto he is led to is lukewarm — severin does not realize he was even chilly at all under the flush left upon his flesh beneath his dark pelage at the lavishing kisses and nips left by the pale man's lips and teeth. he enters at the invitation and a wave of warmth washes over him — and most of it has nothing to do with the lukewarm temperature of their shared space. severin draws nearer to vonn — despite that the porcelain man draws nearer without needing encouragement from the fiend — desiring to touch, needing to feel him, to be guided by heat of passion to heaven even though he knows that hell is inevitable for him.

it will be waiting patiently for him, to welcome him home like the damning mistress it is, knowing that when the angel and the devil are both spent and there is no more salvation to be given and taken that severin will ( perhaps begrudgingly this time ) return.