touch the flame

The purple male seems to ooze savagery, the guttural snarl he issues sends a tingle of excitement racing along Ezekiel’s spine. Lips peel away as a deep growl rolls out into the air and they both ready their defense for the battle to come. Muscles coil, eyes scan and the air seems to crackle from the barely contained cruelty that both men hold. Without a word, Zeke kicks off the fight, devouring the distance between them with eager strides.

Leaping up toward Sephiran’s face, Zeke is presented with a purple shoulder instead and he greedily sinks his teeth into it. Blood erupts into his mouth and the coppery taste sends waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. They meet head on and he is forced to absorb the shoulder chuck that is thrown at him; his back legs spreading and toes gripping the earth as he widens his stance.

Forelimbs move, attempting to wrap around the purple male’s neck and gain a semblance of control in the fight. Releasing his hold on Sephiran’s shoulder, he snarls with fervent bloodlust and, with the taste of the other man’s blood still in his mouth, he seeks to try and bite the side of Sephiran’s neck while his limbs move to try and encircle it. Eyes flash with lust, not for the man, but for the battle and blood that they are in the midst of.


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