[The sound this one makes the moment you have him between your body and the sheets is a mix between a breath he forgot to draw and a sigh of relief, tempered with need. He watches the way your hands run over his body and the way you finish undressing him as if every move you make mesmerizes him. It's the truth: you're a fascinating study of calculated gestures and compassion wrestling with desire, and its threaded into your muscles and bones, under your skin.
Once those pants are off, he's sinking a little more into the sheets and clearly trying to focus on breathing (operative word: 'trying', because it is all sorts of impossibly hot between the two of you). Those eyes of his have never left your face.
How he must look to you at this moment, he can only imagine. His face is a collection of interesting details: panting lips, darkened eyes, cheeks stained with need and the slightest hint of embarrassment/concern (worry that at the end of it, you may still step away from this, from him). That body is flawless and has bled down to the barest essentials in muscle and bone and whatever else allows it to kill as efficiently as possible, because the vessel of Death does not know the meaning of visible scars. The only things that interrupts the smooth paths of unbroken skin are the tattoos that he has started to carry since his ninth life cycle: the thorns, blades, and roses on one arm and the dragon twined about the other, and the kitsune resting on the right side of his stomach, surrounded by a flower that represents unresolved karma.]
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Once those pants are off, he's sinking a little more into the sheets and clearly trying to focus on breathing (operative word: 'trying', because it is all sorts of impossibly hot between the two of you). Those eyes of his have never left your face.
How he must look to you at this moment, he can only imagine. His face is a collection of interesting details: panting lips, darkened eyes, cheeks stained with need and the slightest hint of embarrassment/concern (worry that at the end of it, you may still step away from this, from him). That body is flawless and has bled down to the barest essentials in muscle and bone and whatever else allows it to kill as efficiently as possible, because the vessel of Death does not know the meaning of visible scars. The only things that interrupts the smooth paths of unbroken skin are the tattoos that he has started to carry since his ninth life cycle: the thorns, blades, and roses on one arm and the dragon twined about the other, and the kitsune resting on the right side of his stomach, surrounded by a flower that represents unresolved karma.]