( there's a marketable arch to luci's brow, watching danny lap at his fingers, that almost makes him smile as if endeared by what a little freak he is. there's some perverse satisfaction in knowing danny apparently likes having bits and pieces of luci trapped inside him — either that, or he is uncannily interested in bodily fluids, whatever the form. short of finding a place to piss just to see if danny will offer being his receptacle, he's not sure how to figure it out, not sure it's actually important beyond his own meddling curiosity that largely only ever works to get him in trouble. he follows suit in the effort of camaraderie, or just endless interest, lapping at their spit. it tastes like spit on his end — blood on danny's.
with little else to do with a handful of spit, luci reaches into his pants and wipes it on his hard cock, like a tool for later. it gets tucked up into his waistband, cockhead playing peekaboo with this elastic before pulling his shirt on over it. he straightens up with a crack of his neck to either side, the rush of a freshly sealed bargain putting a little pep in his step as he takes the lead in walking through the maze, gesturing at danny to follow. )
I'll need to know more about you, to make a weapon that suits. ( he relishes the idea — it's been awhile. he also forgot how he got into the maze, so they're likely to get lost walking through it. over his shoulder, ) What's your favorite color? ( eyeing him up and down, ) Is it black?
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with little else to do with a handful of spit, luci reaches into his pants and wipes it on his hard cock, like a tool for later. it gets tucked up into his waistband, cockhead playing peekaboo with this elastic before pulling his shirt on over it. he straightens up with a crack of his neck to either side, the rush of a freshly sealed bargain putting a little pep in his step as he takes the lead in walking through the maze, gesturing at danny to follow. )
I'll need to know more about you, to make a weapon that suits. ( he relishes the idea — it's been awhile. he also forgot how he got into the maze, so they're likely to get lost walking through it. over his shoulder, ) What's your favorite color? ( eyeing him up and down, ) Is it black?