[Like that matters - like that's helpful to say. But Sully doesn't say it to be cruel nor does he say it to be exceptionally kind. He says it to state it like a fact, just like someone about to instruct someone else sets them up to learn that they really do have a purpose. And Iggy's is more than just being a vessel - he's an anchor.
Sully continues to grind into Iggy, deep and forward thrusts that don't still or slow in pace. He still disallows him the ability to come, because he still needs one more thing from him first. Much like his other half, his abilities are vast - he drags a jagged black nail up the curve of Iggy's back and it feels like a cool droplet of water running in reverse.
He splits him open from the dip of his spine to mid-shoulderblades, peeling him open like a painless autopsy, all the while continuing to fuck him. Muscle parts away yet no pain or sensation arises, save for pressure of a cool gust of wind, the sensation of Sully's hand reaching into Iggy and rummaging through him like he's a purse and Death is looking for his chapstick.]
You're good at being a support, though. You breed positivity, even when surrounded by death and decay, the rot of humanity. What do you do when it builds in you? Don't you ever feel resentful?
cw: goreeee?? body trauma, IDK StILL FEELS iLLEGal
[Like that matters - like that's helpful to say. But Sully doesn't say it to be cruel nor does he say it to be exceptionally kind. He says it to state it like a fact, just like someone about to instruct someone else sets them up to learn that they really do have a purpose. And Iggy's is more than just being a vessel - he's an anchor.
Sully continues to grind into Iggy, deep and forward thrusts that don't still or slow in pace. He still disallows him the ability to come, because he still needs one more thing from him first. Much like his other half, his abilities are vast - he drags a jagged black nail up the curve of Iggy's back and it feels like a cool droplet of water running in reverse.
He splits him open from the dip of his spine to mid-shoulderblades, peeling him open like a painless autopsy, all the while continuing to fuck him. Muscle parts away yet no pain or sensation arises, save for pressure of a cool gust of wind, the sensation of Sully's hand reaching into Iggy and rummaging through him like he's a purse and Death is looking for his chapstick.]
You're good at being a support, though. You breed positivity, even when surrounded by death and decay, the rot of humanity. What do you do when it builds in you? Don't you ever feel resentful?