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Epimethius · 11-18-2024, 11:11 PM

He lets out a satisfied grumble as Gene nibbles on his flesh, moving his head up to allow the man easier access. Epimethius was weak for him, and while the feeling was new and slightly scary he would be an idiot to not let himself fall victim to it. Epimethius usually would have responded to Genesis, reassuring him and offering him plans on how he could win his family's favor but right now the only thing that mattered to him was Genesis and his touch. He watched him with eager eyes as he slid down, his teeth leaving a trail of fire growing against his skin. A need so desperate he would have to sate it soon. But right now he would relish in the affection, savor it.

He slid his paw under Genesis's maw, finger aiming to hook onto his lip as he stared down at him. And then to pull him up to meet his lips in a passionate kiss. If he did not have the words to show him how much he burned for him, he would give him the pleasure and affection to show it. He would worship Genesis as if this was the first and last time he would ever see him again. His paws moved, sliding down Genesis's back as he aimed to turn himself onto his back and pull the lighter male on top of his. Paws settled onto Gene's hips as he rubbed slow circles against them, soft and loving. There was no need to rush it, he would make sure that either way it ended with the man a mess beneath him after all.

He pulled his head back, eyes trailing over Genesis' form. The emotions that flickered inside of them were strong, greedily so. Hunger, lust, desire, adoration, care. Everything that made Epimethius need Genesis at this moment, that made the world fade out in the background. That made Epimethius want to sink to his knees in front of the altar of whatever god made Genesis and his kin, to beg for forgiveness, and acceptance, to pray and worship the god until there was no doubt in how much of a loyal follower he was. He craved to sate every need Genesis had, to hollow himself out and replace his insides with whatever Genesis needed from him.

He would fight for him, bleed for him, even kill for him. Epimethius distracts himself from his train of thought as he moves to drag his paw down Genesis's belly. Slow, tantalizingly slow. Genesis would be a fool not to feel the devotion and worship in Epimethius's touch. His paw moved from his stomach, sliding up Genesis's chest, neck, face... Cradling his face so delicately, gently as if maybe he would disappear or shatter beneath his touch.

"You are beautiful, deathly so." He'd whisper, voice raspy with lust, "I can only wish for you to let me devote myself to you for as long as I am able." Or until death? It was unspoken as he stared at him. After giving the brute time to speak, he would move to connect their lips again. This kiss would be all-devouring, hungry, lustful, a show of admiration. It would be the words he could not speak, a language they could carefully construct to show each other all the things they could not name.

"Talk"

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