Blackfeather Woods [m] They’re looking for it

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The desire to strike fear into any living being he can hits spontaneously throughout his day to day life. Even when he is merely existing, the desire to kill will sweep him to his feet and carry him in the footsteps of death itself. 

Terror and death go hand in hand, but it seems like lust is right there with them. 

The hellhound wouldn’t know the difference. He has only felt fear in his younger years and since then, he’s been numb to anything but his fiery hot hatred. So when he feels and hears the other male let out a quivering breath, it satisfies him. So much so he even thinks about maybe even going easy on him tonight. Which is something they both probably know isn’t going to happen, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

Yet, as he whispers those words into the other’s ear, he is both surprised and not surprised by the reaction he gets.

Another shaky intake of air paired with one word…

Yes.

A hardly there smile tilts the corners of Alduin’s scarred lips up just a fraction — the motion is malicious yet genuine. 

And then the coy dares to display his own faint confidence in the hound’s presence. With soft, yet sure, words of assurance that have boiling hot pleasure coursing through his veins. Especially when the bravery doesn’t end with just his voice — no, the coy follows it through with actions. Leaning his smaller form up and nibbling at the coarse fur of his neck.

With his massive head tilted down and bloody pools of red staring a holes through Sayf’s body and eyes, a rumble reverberates through his dark, barreled chest. 

“Mm?” The hellhound hums absentmindedly, distracted by his thoughts and the man before him.

Dipping his head, teeth that have already snuffed out many forms of life scrape haphazardly over the coys large auds. His dark whiskers tickle them as a black tongue laps along its edges.

“Then show me.”

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