[ Absinthe's tone is amused but he's clearly into this -- his eyes are half-lidded and there's a more jerky, erratic twitch of his hips into his grip when he feels the nails over his scars again. ]
You don't have to be ... limited, to just nails, hmm?
[ It's the first time since this begun that he shows any genuine hesitation, the knife's appearance and not so subtle proposal stopping him in his tracks, making him just stare at it.
Whatever he was about to answer to him dies in his throat as well, and despite the hazy thoughts and hunger, the need and want, he stays still for quite a few long moments.
He so badly wants to kill him, he almost surprises himself with how potent that thought is. Almost, because after all, this is not new for him. ]
[ Absinthe laughs, his own hips stilling for a moment, as with his free hand he grabs for Five's fingers and tries to make them curl in harder into Absinthe's skin -- to draw blood. ]
It's your choice, whether you take it or not. You needn't hurt me more than you are comfortable with.
[ It feels like it's taking so much more effort than it normally does to keep his urges in check, and Absinthe's laugh, him forcing to draw blood, certainly doesn't help.
He doesn't move his hand away but he does glare at Absinthe, partly because now he's feeling like he's being thrown off his game and no longer feels as in charge as it did so far ]
[ He'd shut up if he just slit his throat. For some time, at least. He's staring at the knife, and notably despite his hesitation he's still hard - the idea of hurting him in this context, like this, more than a little enticing. ]
I don't hurt people for pleasure.
[ Or at least he hasn't so far, not to the extent Absinthe he's trying to tempt him into. He brings his hand over Absinthe's, but he doesn't take the knife, and instead leans in to kiss him - hard and rough and biting, just as he rocks against him again.
Surely pleasure will distract him from the urge to kill ]
[ there's a wide smile against Absinthe's lips and he kisses back with enthusiasm -- his hand starts to move again between them, too, even as he keeps the knife there. you know, just in case Five wants to take it. just in case! ]
[ JUST!! In case!! And of course his hand around their cocks feel great, the kiss feel great. But wouldn't it feel so much better if he killed him now? There's an edge of desperation with the way he moves against Absinthe, the way he's kissing him, and eventually he pulls back, brings his free hand on Absinthe's chest to pin him down and properly grabs that knife now - wasting no time and immediately going to stab his eye
[ there's something viscerally satisfied with the harsh laugh Absinthe lets out as he's stabbed, and the ichor from his eye drips down the side of his face -- really considering he just got stabbed in the eye he takes it relatively in stride!
he even keeps himself busy in the meantime, moves his hand to wipe some of that ichor up and bring his newly-slick fingers behind Five, up against his entrance. ]
[ This is going to be a very interesting conversation later on! But right now he's too into this to resist his urges, and really the fact that Absinthe is still alive and moving after that is encouraging.
It feels nice to just let himself get lost in this. So he does, leaning in to kiss at his neck again, blade trailing down to the other side and applying just enough pressure to cut the skin, the wound superficial at best, this time.
Absinthe using the ichor as lube shouldn't be appealing but well. None of this should be and here he is ]
[ here they are! Absinthe really isn't discouraging how Five is finally indulging, either - - tipping his head back to bare more of his neck. his ichor drips, oozes from where the knife cuts, and his husky moan vibrates through his vocal folds under Five's lips.
he doesn't let that distract him from working Five open, though - - pressing one, then two digits into him firmly, hardly giving him time to adjust to the feeling. ]
[ His experience outside of dreams has been limited, and typically he doesn't need to worry about getting properly prepared. The discomfort of Absinthe pushing two fingers into him with little time for adjustment is clear, but he doesn't care, and there's part of that that's exciting, too.
He shifts so he can lick the cut he just did, the knife moving to Absinthe's chest and this time, he cuts more deeply - a fairly long slash from his chest to his stomach, with the intention of drawing out more blood ]
[ Absinthe shudders - - he has a high pain tolerance so it's definitely more the pleasure than anything making him make those sounds, his fingers pushing their way hastily into him, scissoring him to get him spread open further. ]
How does it - - feel? Do spill blood? Does it excite you?
[ Under normal circumstances he'd say no, it doesn't, his urge to kill is just that — a desire to kill that has been implanted in him. But he can't deny the thrill he's getting from this, from Absinthe's reaction, and from the sight of blood.
He shudders as well as he feels Absinthe's fingers work into him and he arches his back, biting on his lip but keeping his eyes open, hand smearing the blood as he presses his palm against him ]
But.. Of course! I want for you to enjoy yourself.
[ not that it really matters to him, but he's very much enjoying how quickly Five went from wanting the knife to disappear to putting it to good use. he's working to get him ready as fast as he's able to, fingers curling and pushing deep inside of him, dragging against his insides roughly. ]
[ Being full of murderous urges and horny at the same time is dangerous. And though he doesn't respond to Absinthe he lets out a low whine at the fingers inside of him, enjoying the roughness of it and rolling his hips to meet him, trying to get him to hit just the right spot.
He brings his bloodied hand to his mouth, licking the fluid off of it as he looks at Absinthe with hunger and interest. He didn't die or even display signs of shock when he stabbed his eye. So he can't help but being curious ]
[ He moans at that, shameless and open and chasing his own pleasure, rocking his hips still. He's putting the knife aside from now, but he does scratch at the wound he just made before, harsh and unkind as he leans in to kiss him again.
[ as if Absinthe can talk any. he does oblige him, though, sliding his fingers out at last and using what wetness remains to glide his hand over his own cock, briefly.
that's all for the preparation, though, and he's grabbing Five by the hips to line him up with his cock and roughly pull down to impale him on his cock. ]
[ Oh, wow. His entire body is shaking at that, back arching as he gasps at the feeling of suddenly being filled like that. It's definitely not nearly enough preparation for it to be painless, but he doesn't care about that anyway. The discomfort is clearly something he enjoys and he has to let his eyes fall shut, taking a moment to take it all in ]
Hmm? They are not exactly crude, in my experience.
[ he sounds amused even though his own voice is husky with pleasure as he gets used to the sensation of Five around him - - it's not exactly painless for him either but he enjoys that too, rocking back and forth in him with a low, pleased sound. ]
I was right in thinking... You'd look lovely like this.
[ his voice is broken by a moan as Absinthe starts rocking into him, and of course he likes the praise, it's obvious with the way he reacts to it, and he opens his eyes again to look at him, eyes hooded and hands moving to the wound he just left once more, but this time he scratches at it, opening it further and clearly aiming to cause pain ]
[ there's a hiss, but - - then a rough laugh as that wound gets opens further and as if in retaliation he rocks harder up into him, tugging downward in the same motion to keep him back down on his cock. ]
Why - - thank you... Are they aware you have such a sadistic streak?
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[ Absinthe's tone is amused but he's clearly into this -- his eyes are half-lidded and there's a more jerky, erratic twitch of his hips into his grip when he feels the nails over his scars again. ]
You don't have to be ... limited, to just nails, hmm?
[ you know what helps?
a knife randomly appearing in the grass near them
:)! ]
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Whatever he was about to answer to him dies in his throat as well, and despite the hazy thoughts and hunger, the need and want, he stays still for quite a few long moments.
He so badly wants to kill him, he almost surprises himself with how potent that thought is. Almost, because after all, this is not new for him. ]
—That's a terrible idea, take that away.
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It's your choice, whether you take it or not. You needn't hurt me more than you are comfortable with.
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He doesn't move his hand away but he does glare at Absinthe, partly because now he's feeling like he's being thrown off his game and no longer feels as in charge as it did so far ]
I said take it away, Absinthe.
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So if you want to live enough to fuck me I suggest you take away anything that might distract me from that.
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[ Absinthe doesn't make it go away; in fact despite what he was saying earlier he takes the knife by the blade and offers it hilt-first to Five. ]
I'm certainly not the first person you have hurt.
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I don't hurt people for pleasure.
[ Or at least he hasn't so far, not to the extent Absinthe he's trying to tempt him into. He brings his hand over Absinthe's, but he doesn't take the knife, and instead leans in to kiss him - hard and rough and biting, just as he rocks against him again.
Surely pleasure will distract him from the urge to kill ]
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just like that ]
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he even keeps himself busy in the meantime, moves his hand to wipe some of that ichor up and bring his newly-slick fingers behind Five, up against his entrance. ]
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It feels nice to just let himself get lost in this. So he does, leaning in to kiss at his neck again, blade trailing down to the other side and applying just enough pressure to cut the skin, the wound superficial at best, this time.
Absinthe using the ichor as lube shouldn't be appealing but well. None of this should be and here he is ]
Hah—
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he doesn't let that distract him from working Five open, though - - pressing one, then two digits into him firmly, hardly giving him time to adjust to the feeling. ]
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He shifts so he can lick the cut he just did, the knife moving to Absinthe's chest and this time, he cuts more deeply - a fairly long slash from his chest to his stomach, with the intention of drawing out more blood ]
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How does it - - feel? Do spill blood? Does it excite you?
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He shudders as well as he feels Absinthe's fingers work into him and he arches his back, biting on his lip but keeping his eyes open, hand smearing the blood as he presses his palm against him ]
Does it matter?
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[ not that it really matters to him, but he's very much enjoying how quickly Five went from wanting the knife to disappear to putting it to good use. he's working to get him ready as fast as he's able to, fingers curling and pushing deep inside of him, dragging against his insides roughly. ]
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He brings his bloodied hand to his mouth, licking the fluid off of it as he looks at Absinthe with hunger and interest. He didn't die or even display signs of shock when he stabbed his eye. So he can't help but being curious ]
How much damage can you take?
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[ Absinthe murmurs, crooking his fingers in him again, and purposefully seeking his prostate with his fingertips as he rocks his hips under him. ]
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When he pulls back, he licks his lips ]
Just fuck me already, Absinthe.
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[ as if Absinthe can talk any. he does oblige him, though, sliding his fingers out at last and using what wetness remains to glide his hand over his own cock, briefly.
that's all for the preparation, though, and he's grabbing Five by the hips to line him up with his cock and roughly pull down to impale him on his cock. ]
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Blame — Hades and Lahabrea for that.
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[ he sounds amused even though his own voice is husky with pleasure as he gets used to the sensation of Five around him - - it's not exactly painless for him either but he enjoys that too, rocking back and forth in him with a low, pleased sound. ]
I was right in thinking... You'd look lovely like this.
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[ his voice is broken by a moan as Absinthe starts rocking into him, and of course he likes the praise, it's obvious with the way he reacts to it, and he opens his eyes again to look at him, eyes hooded and hands moving to the wound he just left once more, but this time he scratches at it, opening it further and clearly aiming to cause pain ]
You don't look too bad yourself.
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Why - - thank you... Are they aware you have such a sadistic streak?
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