Cresil let out a breath and smirked, looking at Aoki’s body once more and nodding his head. “Fuck yes for sure, I’ve never painted using someone’s blood that‘s….alive.”
Gripping Aoki’s hip, Cresil walked with him to his bedroom and looked around before opening his curtains, letting in the natural sunlight and heading towards his nightstand, taking out a small box. Opening it, there was a wide selection of paint brushes available, and a few bottles for his ‘paint’.
“If I get hard half way through, just ignore it until I’m done. It’ll be distracting enough seeing you barely clothed while bleeding.” Cresil smiled almost sadistically and walked back to Aoki. Eyeing his boyfriend’s body, the demon looked down from his legs, up to his neck before furrowing his eyebrows in thought. He put his hand up, running his finger along his jugular and humming.
“I think I should cut…” he trailed lower until he stopped at Aoki’s upper, inner arm. “Here. No main arteries, won’t cause access bleeding, and it won’t hurt that much, due to the small incision I would make. The arm is very….delicate.” Cresil said under his breath as he eyed Aoki shortly.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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