[Black Hat gives an involuntary shudder at the boldness. Him, silenced by a gesture? Gagged? Where has Flug been hiding all this?
He hisses softly, not a threat, but a tease of his own.] You wouldn't dare....
[But Flug would, right now. He would and Black Hat would gleefully submit and all thoughts of the possibilities evaporate when Flug yanks him up (the strength, how he always forgets the strength the scientist now wields) and crashes their lips together.
Brutal, harsh, consuming, it's the exact way Black Hat likes it, truly likes it. No faking gentleness and tender moments - he is a monster, coarse, rough, devouring, and he will not hold that back from Flug. It's what he knew he would be getting into. As his forked tongue invades Flug's mouth, Black Hat comes to an unfocused conclusion.
What had he been doing, starving himself of this for a week? Black Hat digs his claws into the hardened carapace on Flug's back, piercing the thin fabric of his shirt. He'll allow a fucking tree to hold such sway over him, long after her demise? No.
She will not deny him this, he will not let her hold him back any longer....
One hand slides up to entangle in Flug's hair, to hold him there as he draws a deep breath even as their mouths remain pressed together, as if he's trying to steal the very air from Flug's lungs.
The red glow of his eye is hidden behind a tightly closed lid.]
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He hisses softly, not a threat, but a tease of his own.] You wouldn't dare....
[But Flug would, right now. He would and Black Hat would gleefully submit and all thoughts of the possibilities evaporate when Flug yanks him up (the strength, how he always forgets the strength the scientist now wields) and crashes their lips together.
Brutal, harsh, consuming, it's the exact way Black Hat likes it, truly likes it. No faking gentleness and tender moments - he is a monster, coarse, rough, devouring, and he will not hold that back from Flug. It's what he knew he would be getting into. As his forked tongue invades Flug's mouth, Black Hat comes to an unfocused conclusion.
What had he been doing, starving himself of this for a week? Black Hat digs his claws into the hardened carapace on Flug's back, piercing the thin fabric of his shirt. He'll allow a fucking tree to hold such sway over him, long after her demise? No.
She will not deny him this, he will not let her hold him back any longer....
One hand slides up to entangle in Flug's hair, to hold him there as he draws a deep breath even as their mouths remain pressed together, as if he's trying to steal the very air from Flug's lungs.
The red glow of his eye is hidden behind a tightly closed lid.]