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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

"This is Intensity. Leave a message."

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Day 259: Cell phone background changed (drawing by Kohime) ]]

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[puzzlekeeper]

[ Oh, buddy.

Is this a new kink? Filed away for later, then.

One of King's hands tangles in Intensity's hair and twists a little as they kiss, fangs pinching at his lower lip. Since they're being rough.

As he rumbles a low laugh into the kiss. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Now, look.

Intensity has been a good boy, trying (with varying levels of success) to make calm and rational decisions when he wants to do everything but that. And now he wants to throw King down to the ground and ravish him so he can't walk tomorrow. So that's exactly what he'll do.

He growls at the sharp scrape of teeth, licking his way into King's mouth and exploring it just as roughly.

And the hand leaves his hair so that it can go exploring south, dragging red marks down the length of King's back.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ The fangs change tactics, going for his tongue next, until he gets distracted murmuring into the kiss, smug. ]

I see I should have stabbed you sooner.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Not my fault you play it safe.

[But unfortunately his next planned maneuver requires two hands, so WITH GREAT RELUCTANCE he has to reach over to pull the Heart Weapon out of his arm]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Raising an eyebrow, but clearly Intensity has a Plan ]

Don't worry, I'll keep it in mind for later.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Yes. Definitely a plan.

And that plan is to keep one hand clutching at King's hip and moving the other to hold one of his wings still and outstretched, effectively pinning him so he can yank King as close as physically possible.

Now here's an experiment Intensity has been meaning to try for a long long while.

Is it possible to mark wings?

There's a teasing brush of lips along the upper ridge before teeth scrape against the webbing just beneath.

Because Intensity is sure going to try and find out.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Well, that--

That earns a low, strangled sound in his throat, the wing flexing involuntarily as he sucks in a sharp gasp.

Holy shit. ]