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[jesterlies]

[For Truthless, perhaps a little, but more importantly that moment of Oneness. They are still just the slightest bit pulled apart, and once Shadow Milk got the taste of that feeling, it's hard to forget.]

[However that rush of jealousy and possessiveness perks him right up. Oh, ho, so whateever he'd been thinking set him off. That's an easy way for him to fix it right there. Not even Truthless was this possessive. There's a delightful loving but twisted feeling to it that excited him.]

Oooooooh ho HO HO HO, be quiet??

[He is holding your hand but he is also floating along like the worlds most obnoxious kite. But don't worry, he floats in reaaaly close to him.]

I think you should make me.

[purevanillacookie]

[ Oh, his throat must be feeling better if he's floating in close like that and speaking outloud. For a moment Pure Vanilla debates ignoring him, just to be a brat in return, but he knows if he doesn't figure something out, Shadow Milk will just get louder.

So he stops walking to turn, reaching up to grip the Beasts hair by his face and pull the floating blueberry down to him. The kiss is heated and heavy as he pulls the hand holding Shadow Milk past him so the other is forced to come in close and remain there. His licks against the seam of the Beasts lips and then pushes into his mouth, touching his tongue with his own just to taste him. Then he pulls back and bites hard against his bottom lip, blunt teeth sinking in until there's blood.

Then he licks the split lip with a soft, apologetic touch, before murmuring against Shadow Milks mouth, his voice soft and husky. ]

Be a good boy and shut up, and I promise to give you more pleasure than you ever recall feeling.

[ And, for good measure, he tries to dig his mental fingers into the connection, drags a mental tongue across it just like he did with Shadow Milks lips. Then pulls back with a smile, sweet and chaste like he didn't just do that, and turns and begins walking again. ]

Coming?

[jesterlies]

[It doesn't, it hurts like hell, but what's a little pain for the bit? Anyway, he wonders if he can be even more annoying and get some kind of reaction out of-]

[Oh.]

[OH.]

[What a disgraceful noise he makes when Vanilla just captures him, pulls him, and then does that. Once again, it's deeply overwhelming, the sudden heated contact, the aggression, the intrusiveness of it. Like he has no choice but to let him in, to let him consume him from the inside out, and Shadow Milk is more than willing to lay himself out like a buffet.]

[He feels that pinch on his lips, the hot feeling of blood running down his lips, the taste of it in his own mouth, and then that gentle apology afterwards. It sends fire down his spine and he's left stunned, once again, trying to get his brain to catch back up again.]

[He floats there kind of stupidly with an attracted, gobsmacked look on his face and then starts to float after him.]

Coming.

[He hopes to the witches this man is the death of him.]