[Even in the most brutal of times, Life finds a way to be tender - that's what so many fail to understand about them. Just like Zephir, Sully can be cruel, a cold hand of unwavering judgement, but it's never (alright it's rarely) that personal. Life and Death just find their way through the world, a torrent of passion and hurt. So as Sully's nails, pointed like knives, dig into Zephir's scalp - he kisses the other entity with the mouth of a lover.
They often extend themselves beyond their corporal bodies; he can sense the hunger in Zephir is strong, even with the wet slicked down his face and a cock down his throat - so he gives him more. He fucks his face like the wanting hole it's become, between harsh kisses to his Other, and the joining feeling of ten more pairs of hands on Zephir, the same size and shape of Sully's own.
They roam, they caress, they jerk him off and finger fuck him with reckless abandon, even after he's come down his lover's throat spill after spill.]
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They often extend themselves beyond their corporal bodies; he can sense the hunger in Zephir is strong, even with the wet slicked down his face and a cock down his throat - so he gives him more. He fucks his face like the wanting hole it's become, between harsh kisses to his Other, and the joining feeling of ten more pairs of hands on Zephir, the same size and shape of Sully's own.
They roam, they caress, they jerk him off and finger fuck him with reckless abandon, even after he's come down his lover's throat spill after spill.]
Enough yet?