Cerulean Cape is anything but safe

vonnaruil works him slowly, paying ample attention to foreplay ... to severin's bristling impatience and desperation. just when he's worked to the paramount of said impatience and severin is ready to turn and make his demand his pale lover hooks his wrists against the jut of severin's hips and the pale man settles behind and against him giving a few teasing thrusts. severin swallows thickly, ears tapering back against the crown of his skull, a low heady noise full of desperation rumbles in the fiend's throat as they finally join vonnaruil's weight pitches against him.

severin lets out a throaty rumble as the pale angel's — or perhaps not so angel after all — teeth finds severin's pulse in his neck and suckles. the sensations rippling down the shadowed fiend's spine are both blissful and maddening; there was something of a thrill to the carnal act combined with the danger of the other man's teeth at his throat. a certain amount of trust afforded where he'd normally make the other work for it. the rutting of the other man's hips has severin's eyes fluttering closed and a white slipping from betwixt his teeth, a high keening noise that morphs into a dark chuckle as he realizes that the words vonnaruil grunts are not gibberish.

a low groan draws from severin's throat as vonnaruil finds his pace and severin — ever aiming to be helpful — presses back into the cradle of his pale lover's strong hips. i thought i was the one that was meant to be praying von— an uneven breath taken, deep and opulent tones stolen from his vocal chords as vonnaruil pitches forward atop him, draping over him like a veil after a particularly venereal thrust of his hips. severin steadies himself, sturdy enough to support their combined weight, his head arching upwards to bump against vonnaruil's chin.

damnit.

— naruil a throaty gasp in a determined effort to croak out his pale lover's full name. it was a partial success, at least.