Sorry, I've Been Eating Dessert

He wouldn’t have ever expected Chimera to come running when his failure resulted in injury. He was sort of a healer, enough that he could take care of his own wounds to the point they didn’t scar so badly. His silvery gaze looked over the wound, it didn’t take long for it to start dripping bright red blood over his pearlescent fur. Before he could begin to wrap it or staunch the bleeding Chimera was there.

Erys’ blue marked ears fell to his skull as Chimera slammed into the door in his hurry to get back to him. It was the subtle things that really spoke volumes to the slave. The King heard his cry and wasted no time in returning to him, concern written plainly over his features as his attention glued to the jagged wound. Chimera gently guided him against the wall of the room, lifting his bleeding paw into the air to help reduce the bleeding. Erys would have tried to find something to compress the wound, but as Chimera assessed the damage he chose a different course.

The galaxy marked man stifled a soft gasp as Chimera lowered his muzzle to his wrist and used his tongue to clean away his vibrant lifeblood. Erys felt himself get lightheaded but not from blood loss. Silver eyes watched transfixed as his soft pink tongue ran against pearl fur. His heart was suddenly about to burst forth from his chest as the bleeding stopped and Chimera’s dual toned gaze rose to find his one. His paw remained in the air, possessed by Chi.

That moment more than any before this, made it clear that he belonged to the King. His belly grew tighter with the pause and sudden anticipation. He had seen that looked before, of heated desire and need. Erys wasn’t surprised by the sudden turn of events as Chimera was leaning forward to claim that which was his own. Unlike every man before Chimera there was a sweetness to his deep affection. Erystotle did not resist, he was not allowed.

As Chimera pressed his tongue into his mouth Erys realized he did not wish to offer resistance. After watching the way the King licked his wound and embraced the taste of his blood something ignited within him. Chimera made it clear that Erys was his, he wanted him to give up all of himself. In more ways than just his body, the way Chimera kissed him, he wanted his body and his heart. He whined softly, but not of protest, it was a soft sound of acceptance and returned desire. Erys had thought himself ruined and spent, used up by those who had come before. But Chimera held him differently; he reminded him of what could have been, what could be now. He could be Chimera’s. Tentatively Erys kissed him in return, careful not to be burned if he made a wrong move.