Chaos was important back home, was he? That's cool. Gunji couldn't care less about his own story, so long as there was blood and screams along the way, he was very much in it for the ride. Couldn't worry yourself with such trivial things like time when you couldn't even tell it. In all honesty, it was kind of a good job he was pulled to this world when he was. Because, the sick psychopath, currently fingerfucking Chaos' wound, with all the urgency and tact of a drunken prom date, behind the bike sheds at school, was about to meet his maker in the form of a fight, he just couldn't win.
Gunji actually giggled. Quiet at first before erupting into a full-blown cacophony of pure, delightful, breath-stealing laughter. Hearing Chaos choke on his own panting gasps, the wetness in his lungs, mmm Gunji could feel the droplets of it, right up against his pierced ear. "Ya got the voice of an Angel...Keep talkin~" He whispered, biting his tongue as the hand behind his Chaos' head slipped down, past his shoulder and over the middle of his back, hooking a thumb into a belt loop in the back of the waist of his trousers. Tugging the fabric, twisting it up in his balled fist so that the material tightened uncomfortably so, around Chaos' crotch.
Violence and pleasure were merry bedfellows, as far as Gunji was concerned. The more worked up you got, the better it felt right? Yet, even he could appreciate something that just felt good regardless of there being pain present or not. Granted, those moments were rare to come by, but Chaos, bless his soul~ was kind enough to bestow upon the blonde, one such moment. It was that tongue. Lapping and rolling across his scars, following them like little maps, each route leading to a sensitive spot that had Gunji's leg shaking like a shitting dog. Fuck. It raised the question, what else could he do with that mouth? Shit, it raised something else too, something a bit bigger and harder to handle than a mere thought. Something that was now practically being frotted against Chaos' leg.
Gunji was gone. Pupils dilated and fixed. The blood that had been oozing out from the split in his forehead, was now heading south where it was needed more. Upon feeling the wound around his intruding fingers shift ever so slightly, he hissed and fought back. "Ah, ah, ah~ Oh no ya dont. Don't close up on me now, Bunnie~ I wanna feel ya spill ya guts~ across my cock~ when I fuck this lil wormhole wiiiiide open~" Like a corkscrew, Gunji twirled his fingers, grunting, thrusting deeper still, re-opening the parts that tried to close until his dirty fingernail scraped against bone. Yes, perfect! Now, maybe with a little more force, he could, yes, that's it! Hooking a bottom rib as he pushed the intercostal muscle out with a sickening Pop! And anchoring his finger there instead.
Giving Chaos a moment to savor the pain, nudging his cheek against the mage's in an almost nuzzling motion. "Gonna have me purrin' like a dog with talk like that." Smirking, every bit the idiot he was, lost to the sensation of the pulse, thrumming and pounding against him. Lost to the shiver from the voice splattering such pretty colors and words in his ear. What little composure he held on to, was all but gone.
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Gunji actually giggled. Quiet at first before erupting into a full-blown cacophony of pure, delightful, breath-stealing laughter. Hearing Chaos choke on his own panting gasps, the wetness in his lungs, mmm Gunji could feel the droplets of it, right up against his pierced ear. "Ya got the voice of an Angel...Keep talkin~" He whispered, biting his tongue as the hand behind his Chaos' head slipped down, past his shoulder and over the middle of his back, hooking a thumb into a belt loop in the back of the waist of his trousers. Tugging the fabric, twisting it up in his balled fist so that the material tightened uncomfortably so, around Chaos' crotch.
Violence and pleasure were merry bedfellows, as far as Gunji was concerned. The more worked up you got, the better it felt right? Yet, even he could appreciate something that just felt good regardless of there being pain present or not. Granted, those moments were rare to come by, but Chaos, bless his soul~ was kind enough to bestow upon the blonde, one such moment. It was that tongue. Lapping and rolling across his scars, following them like little maps, each route leading to a sensitive spot that had Gunji's leg shaking like a shitting dog. Fuck. It raised the question, what else could he do with that mouth? Shit, it raised something else too, something a bit bigger and harder to handle than a mere thought. Something that was now practically being frotted against Chaos' leg.
Gunji was gone. Pupils dilated and fixed. The blood that had been oozing out from the split in his forehead, was now heading south where it was needed more. Upon feeling the wound around his intruding fingers shift ever so slightly, he hissed and fought back. "Ah, ah, ah~ Oh no ya dont. Don't close up on me now, Bunnie~ I wanna feel ya spill ya guts~ across my cock~ when I fuck this lil wormhole wiiiiide open~" Like a corkscrew, Gunji twirled his fingers, grunting, thrusting deeper still, re-opening the parts that tried to close until his dirty fingernail scraped against bone. Yes, perfect! Now, maybe with a little more force, he could, yes, that's it! Hooking a bottom rib as he pushed the intercostal muscle out with a sickening Pop! And anchoring his finger there instead.
Giving Chaos a moment to savor the pain, nudging his cheek against the mage's in an almost nuzzling motion. "Gonna have me purrin' like a dog with talk like that." Smirking, every bit the idiot he was, lost to the sensation of the pulse, thrumming and pounding against him. Lost to the shiver from the voice splattering such pretty colors and words in his ear. What little composure he held on to, was all but gone.