Most playmates, but it was safe to say that Chaos wasn't like most anyone. It didn't even take the regeneration to prove that point, just look at how excited he was at the prospect of being torn apart? All in the name of seeing how far the blond would take it, how wild the boy could get, how much energy and drive Gunji had in there. After one hell of a concussion, he was already proving to be far more durable than any average person reasonably should be.
Groping and grabbing at the very flesh he intended to rend apart, destruction and arousal hopelessly entangled with each other with no indication of where one ended and the other began. What level of trauma had he gone through to get to this point? What life ruining horrors had he endured? Still here and thriving, a human stripped down to nothing but instinct and so joyful about every violent, depraved moment. The mage gripped at Gunji's shoulders as the young man explored him, making no effort to dissuade a single thing. He'd be allowed to wander as he pleased, poke and prod and grab at whatever he liked, encouraged on by little giggles and sighs that were in utter contrast to the exact circumstances of this situation. Those sounds as tender and pleasant as any enthusiastic lover's might be.
Gunji would be rewarded with the faint tang of copper, little pinpricks of blood barely drawn from the tip of Chaos's ear. "I'm sure you can make due~. Impress me." A belt was there sure, an empty holster as well, strapped in upon his thigh, but nothing so devilishly sharp that could be used for anything fun. But the pawing did finally encourage a little more physical reciprocation on the mage's part. Well, sex usually didn't factor into much, in spite of his entire dress and demeanor. He wasn't nearly as reactive as Gunji, but it was hard to stay unaroused with that level of attention. And the blond's enthusiasm was just so infectious too, it'd be too difficult and not worth the energy to try and curb his own.
It was a wild look that was mirrored straight back, the grin split across Chaos's face nothing short of unhinged anticipation, his eyes alight with excitement. "Count of three, got it, kid. Y'ready?" He shifted his grasp, as if to ready himself, his fingernails sinking into Gunji's shoulders.
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Groping and grabbing at the very flesh he intended to rend apart, destruction and arousal hopelessly entangled with each other with no indication of where one ended and the other began. What level of trauma had he gone through to get to this point? What life ruining horrors had he endured? Still here and thriving, a human stripped down to nothing but instinct and so joyful about every violent, depraved moment. The mage gripped at Gunji's shoulders as the young man explored him, making no effort to dissuade a single thing. He'd be allowed to wander as he pleased, poke and prod and grab at whatever he liked, encouraged on by little giggles and sighs that were in utter contrast to the exact circumstances of this situation. Those sounds as tender and pleasant as any enthusiastic lover's might be.
Gunji would be rewarded with the faint tang of copper, little pinpricks of blood barely drawn from the tip of Chaos's ear. "I'm sure you can make due~. Impress me." A belt was there sure, an empty holster as well, strapped in upon his thigh, but nothing so devilishly sharp that could be used for anything fun. But the pawing did finally encourage a little more physical reciprocation on the mage's part. Well, sex usually didn't factor into much, in spite of his entire dress and demeanor. He wasn't nearly as reactive as Gunji, but it was hard to stay unaroused with that level of attention. And the blond's enthusiasm was just so infectious too, it'd be too difficult and not worth the energy to try and curb his own.
It was a wild look that was mirrored straight back, the grin split across Chaos's face nothing short of unhinged anticipation, his eyes alight with excitement. "Count of three, got it, kid. Y'ready?" He shifted his grasp, as if to ready himself, his fingernails sinking into Gunji's shoulders.
"One... Two..."