( Perhaps Javert might feel a bit shameful later, once he realizes what he had said in the heat of the moment. Begging this creature to fuck him, to possess him in a way that Javert has never felt — giving in to his base desires with nothing but pure lust. His hand releases the other's when he feels Khoriya shift, letting go of his shoulder and leaving behind oozing little bite marks. Javert makes a soft noise of relief, sagging against the forest floor as his partner draws out of him. He's a mess of come and blood, his clothing in tatters beneath him, but Javert is still a bit too blissed out to care.
He grunts, feeling Khoriya's seed drip down his legs and holding them together, looking at the beast from over his shoulder as if uncertain of his next move. )
Are you letting me go?
( He hasn't ripped him to shreds as Javert dared him to, hasn't clapped his fangs so hard on his neck that it would puncture an artery, make him bleed out. Instead, the beast had been almost gentle with him, in a way that Javert had found quite confusing, if not worthy of respect. )
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He grunts, feeling Khoriya's seed drip down his legs and holding them together, looking at the beast from over his shoulder as if uncertain of his next move. )
Are you letting me go?
( He hasn't ripped him to shreds as Javert dared him to, hasn't clapped his fangs so hard on his neck that it would puncture an artery, make him bleed out. Instead, the beast had been almost gentle with him, in a way that Javert had found quite confusing, if not worthy of respect. )