( cut a cunt in him, fuck it. danny's certain he's said the same shit word-for-word back in the fog, but that was a threat with a mean edge, a bad dog with a loud bark, don't fuck with me or i will fuck you up worse, i promise you that. this — the flashbang thought of john heavy and warm in his lap, fucking his cock into a place no cock should fit — is so knee-to-the-gut erotic that he nearly feels sick with the intensity of it.
or that might be whatever black magic john is doing now, as he plays giddy-up with his thigh and rides his dick into his gored meat. )
God — Jesus, John, fuck, what the fuck, whatthefuck —
( — is that, what the fuck is that. he chances a blurry look down anyway, past the knife at his throat to where he's speared open the spluttering angry gash in his leg for john's cock like a good little porno slut. the entity pieced him apart plenty for his irreverence, wrapped him twofold in his own intestines and fucked his brains senseless with her white noise voice, her indecipherable bat kol. this is different. this is too much and not enough. he's one big gaping vacuum that needs to be filled, the laws of physics fucking demand it. no open vacancy stays vacant forever.
his thigh flexes as he unplugs his thumb from the hole john's fucking. he touches his pretty cock, slicked in blood like a fucking murder weapon, then his hip, then grips john by the ass and anchors him into danny's empty space. )
Put it in. ( up, up, closer, get in his lap, sit on his thighs slippery as rainy pavement, a rose-red throne just for john. his eyes are shiny wet, his throat hitches on every inhale-exhale, but he's steady when he makes his demands. ) Put your dick in me. Cum in me. I want you to fucking cum in me. ( he remembers the alleyway, john only butchering him when danny said, tremulously — ) Please. Please.
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or that might be whatever black magic john is doing now, as he plays giddy-up with his thigh and rides his dick into his gored meat. )
God — Jesus, John, fuck, what the fuck, whatthefuck —
( — is that, what the fuck is that. he chances a blurry look down anyway, past the knife at his throat to where he's speared open the spluttering angry gash in his leg for john's cock like a good little porno slut. the entity pieced him apart plenty for his irreverence, wrapped him twofold in his own intestines and fucked his brains senseless with her white noise voice, her indecipherable bat kol. this is different. this is too much and not enough. he's one big gaping vacuum that needs to be filled, the laws of physics fucking demand it. no open vacancy stays vacant forever.
his thigh flexes as he unplugs his thumb from the hole john's fucking. he touches his pretty cock, slicked in blood like a fucking murder weapon, then his hip, then grips john by the ass and anchors him into danny's empty space. )
Put it in. ( up, up, closer, get in his lap, sit on his thighs slippery as rainy pavement, a rose-red throne just for john. his eyes are shiny wet, his throat hitches on every inhale-exhale, but he's steady when he makes his demands. ) Put your dick in me. Cum in me. I want you to fucking cum in me. ( he remembers the alleyway, john only butchering him when danny said, tremulously — ) Please. Please.