He makes a low grunting sound as the tip digs into his mouth, then makes the sound again as the blade disappears from his mouth entirely.
"I'm motherfucking aware-" he sneers, licking his lips. His sentence is cut off by the claws against his neck, and motherfuck that makes his heart race. It feels ridiculously good, the immediate danger of claws against soft throat skin.
His body doesn't move, ceasing its grinding, and just sits there perfectly still. The grip on Summoner's horns and legs are still strong though, even tugging on them a little in impatience.
"And you all up and talk too motherfucking much. You subject EVERY MOTHERFUCKING ONE to your shitty noise like this?"
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"I'm motherfucking aware-" he sneers, licking his lips. His sentence is cut off by the claws against his neck, and motherfuck that makes his heart race. It feels ridiculously good, the immediate danger of claws against soft throat skin.
His body doesn't move, ceasing its grinding, and just sits there perfectly still. The grip on Summoner's horns and legs are still strong though, even tugging on them a little in impatience.
"And you all up and talk too motherfucking much. You subject EVERY MOTHERFUCKING ONE to your shitty noise like this?"