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Maxim slapped him so hard, it stung. Slapped him right across the face, then grabbed his jaw before he had a chance to recover. Grabbed and squeezed, pressing the heel of his palm to the underside of his chin, forcing his head back, exposing his throat. Then he leaned down, his long, thin, serpentine tongue rolling out of his mouth like a dripping red carpet, exhaling loudly as he licked from the band of his collar to the lobe of his ear.
Dimo whined around the bit in his mouth, the sound of his teeth grating against metal loud in his ears, and Maxim let out a low, deep, throaty chuckle, breath puffing over his cheek. A gentle kiss followed, then teeth, puncturing his skin and digging until they scraped across either side of his jawbone. Blood welled to the surface, helped along by the hot suction of Maxim's mouth, drawing it out to the rhythm of soft, mewling noises of pleasure and wet smack of his lips. Dimo exhaled deeply with every tug of suction against his skin, groaning low in his throat, arms straining against the bonds around his wrists. He wanted to grab the other Jaeger's head, run his hands through silky hair, and kiss him deeply, but he couldn't even articulate the desire. All he could do was wait, and express his pleasure at Maxim's attention.
When Maxim was sated with his jaw, and the huge, brown bruise he'd created, he pulled back with a loud sigh, kissing his way to Dimo's lips. Those he also treated to little nips and sucks, one after another, biting bloody holes as Dimo kissed back as best he could around his bit. Each attempt ripped the soft, sensitive skin more, drawing moans and whimpers out of him, but he never stopped. He wanted more, he wanted deeper, and he wouldn't be deter from reaching for it. Not even as chunks of flesh were shredded and torn from his face, disappearing down Maxim's throat with a bob of his Adam's apple and a purr of contentment. Sharp teeth stripped his lower lip down to the bone before he pulled back, dark red blood dripping over his chin.
It hurt enough to make him tremble and keen with pain, but it would grow back before Maxim was finished with him, for sure.
He could have lapped up the blood with one swipe of his tongue, had he wanted, just leaned up and cleaned it all away, but Maxim ducked his head with a small, coy smile, touching his fingers to the blood on his chin gingerly, looking at him through his lashes. Dimo's breath caught in his throat as dark eyes lowered, a plush, purple lip caught between fangs, squeezed tight until it burst like a plump grape, thick blood spilling down his chin to mix with what was already there.
Gasping at the pain, Maxim touched his fingers to the blood again, and pulled them away, looking down at them like he couldn't understand what had just happened, eyes wide, strands of glossy plum hair falling around heaving tyrian shoulders. Eyes flicked back up to Dimo, gazing at him searchingly, then his eyelids dropped half-way, a dark, knowing smile curling the corners of his lips. His bloodied hand ripped Dimo's bit from his mouth, tearing the leather straps easily, and Maxim leaned down, chin angled perfectly towards his lip. Blood dripped from the sharp tip, and Dimo caught it with his tongue, lifting his head as much as he could. His tongue flicked out again and again, cleaning Maxim's chin of their combined blood, like a dog licking the end of an offered bone, tasting it before he bit, but he was careful to not even let his teeth brush against Maxim's skin.
Only Maxim could decide what damage was inflicted to either of their bodies.
When he was finished, he licked his teeth and Maxim bowed his head, a curtain of purple falling around his face as he kissed where teeth met bone reverently. Then he slid down Dimo's body, the leather of his corset as smooth as snake-skin as it moved against him. He stopped when his face was level with Dimo's nipples, body arched over him, thighs tucked up beneath his, pressing their groins together. The elder Jaeger groaned loudly as Maxim ground against him, rubbing Dimo's erect, dripping cock against his own stomach, smearing it with pre-cum. His own dick strained against lacy panties, leaving a dark spot where he soaked through.
“Hy vanna fuck hyu, Dimo,” he crooned, eyes lidded as he thrust rhythmically against the monster beneath him, hands braced on Dimo's hips. “Vanna feel hyu tight leedle ass all around me.”
Dimo moaned in response, feeling his cheeks heating up, and he licked at his teeth. Maxim loved to talk, and Dimo loved the sound of his voice. Half the time, he didn't even pay attention to the words, just let the sound wash over him, the tone sending heat straight to his groin. Of course, this time he listened, and he hitched his hips up a little higher, shifting until the curve of Maxim's shaft rested against the cleft of his ass.
“Do it,” he rumbled back, the corners of his mouth curling back into a wide, lazy smile, his yellowed, crooked teeth bared, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He wiggled his hips, and waggled his eyebrows, bright yellow eyes glowing beneath his bangs. “Do it hard az hyu ken. Bet hyu ken't effen make me scream.”
Maxim grinned, all teeth and malicious intent, a spark flashing in his purple eyes, and Dimo knew he had sealed his fate. The other Jaeger would not stop until he had Dimo screaming his lungs out, and then some. Good, Dimo thought, grinning right back, puffing out his chest and tugging lightly on the chains that bound him, making them rattle. It wasn't fun if it didn't hurt.
Dimo whined around the bit in his mouth, the sound of his teeth grating against metal loud in his ears, and Maxim let out a low, deep, throaty chuckle, breath puffing over his cheek. A gentle kiss followed, then teeth, puncturing his skin and digging until they scraped across either side of his jawbone. Blood welled to the surface, helped along by the hot suction of Maxim's mouth, drawing it out to the rhythm of soft, mewling noises of pleasure and wet smack of his lips. Dimo exhaled deeply with every tug of suction against his skin, groaning low in his throat, arms straining against the bonds around his wrists. He wanted to grab the other Jaeger's head, run his hands through silky hair, and kiss him deeply, but he couldn't even articulate the desire. All he could do was wait, and express his pleasure at Maxim's attention.
When Maxim was sated with his jaw, and the huge, brown bruise he'd created, he pulled back with a loud sigh, kissing his way to Dimo's lips. Those he also treated to little nips and sucks, one after another, biting bloody holes as Dimo kissed back as best he could around his bit. Each attempt ripped the soft, sensitive skin more, drawing moans and whimpers out of him, but he never stopped. He wanted more, he wanted deeper, and he wouldn't be deter from reaching for it. Not even as chunks of flesh were shredded and torn from his face, disappearing down Maxim's throat with a bob of his Adam's apple and a purr of contentment. Sharp teeth stripped his lower lip down to the bone before he pulled back, dark red blood dripping over his chin.
It hurt enough to make him tremble and keen with pain, but it would grow back before Maxim was finished with him, for sure.
He could have lapped up the blood with one swipe of his tongue, had he wanted, just leaned up and cleaned it all away, but Maxim ducked his head with a small, coy smile, touching his fingers to the blood on his chin gingerly, looking at him through his lashes. Dimo's breath caught in his throat as dark eyes lowered, a plush, purple lip caught between fangs, squeezed tight until it burst like a plump grape, thick blood spilling down his chin to mix with what was already there.
Gasping at the pain, Maxim touched his fingers to the blood again, and pulled them away, looking down at them like he couldn't understand what had just happened, eyes wide, strands of glossy plum hair falling around heaving tyrian shoulders. Eyes flicked back up to Dimo, gazing at him searchingly, then his eyelids dropped half-way, a dark, knowing smile curling the corners of his lips. His bloodied hand ripped Dimo's bit from his mouth, tearing the leather straps easily, and Maxim leaned down, chin angled perfectly towards his lip. Blood dripped from the sharp tip, and Dimo caught it with his tongue, lifting his head as much as he could. His tongue flicked out again and again, cleaning Maxim's chin of their combined blood, like a dog licking the end of an offered bone, tasting it before he bit, but he was careful to not even let his teeth brush against Maxim's skin.
Only Maxim could decide what damage was inflicted to either of their bodies.
When he was finished, he licked his teeth and Maxim bowed his head, a curtain of purple falling around his face as he kissed where teeth met bone reverently. Then he slid down Dimo's body, the leather of his corset as smooth as snake-skin as it moved against him. He stopped when his face was level with Dimo's nipples, body arched over him, thighs tucked up beneath his, pressing their groins together. The elder Jaeger groaned loudly as Maxim ground against him, rubbing Dimo's erect, dripping cock against his own stomach, smearing it with pre-cum. His own dick strained against lacy panties, leaving a dark spot where he soaked through.
“Hy vanna fuck hyu, Dimo,” he crooned, eyes lidded as he thrust rhythmically against the monster beneath him, hands braced on Dimo's hips. “Vanna feel hyu tight leedle ass all around me.”
Dimo moaned in response, feeling his cheeks heating up, and he licked at his teeth. Maxim loved to talk, and Dimo loved the sound of his voice. Half the time, he didn't even pay attention to the words, just let the sound wash over him, the tone sending heat straight to his groin. Of course, this time he listened, and he hitched his hips up a little higher, shifting until the curve of Maxim's shaft rested against the cleft of his ass.
“Do it,” he rumbled back, the corners of his mouth curling back into a wide, lazy smile, his yellowed, crooked teeth bared, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He wiggled his hips, and waggled his eyebrows, bright yellow eyes glowing beneath his bangs. “Do it hard az hyu ken. Bet hyu ken't effen make me scream.”
Maxim grinned, all teeth and malicious intent, a spark flashing in his purple eyes, and Dimo knew he had sealed his fate. The other Jaeger would not stop until he had Dimo screaming his lungs out, and then some. Good, Dimo thought, grinning right back, puffing out his chest and tugging lightly on the chains that bound him, making them rattle. It wasn't fun if it didn't hurt.