Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas giggled a bit. "Alright, alright don't be such a baby..~" he said as he removed his hood. The makeup was around his eyes mainly, some on his lips. Eyeliner going into wingtip like form trailing from the sides of his eyes, they looked even more dazzling as ever.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Ulric hadn't felt his muscles tighten any harder in his life. "This is what you were being coy about all day?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"What, do you not like it?" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"No, I like it." He said, his tone becoming gruffer.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas blushed a bit. "Yeah..? Well thank you, Ulric.."

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Dinner was almost impossible to get through. He wanted to just throw Sylas down and really treat him like the harlot he dressed up to be.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas noticed he was tense and decided to try something. He held his cheek and gently bat his eyelashes at Ulric, not knoeing how he would react

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He nearly broke the wood plate he was eating off, his fork only spared because it was metal.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Everything okay, Ulric..~?"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Everything is perfect, Sylas." He replied, "Just losing the last of my control."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"And why is that, my love..~? Something bothering you~?"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"You." He answered quickly, "You are."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"And why is that, my love..~?" He asked, resting his chin on his hand.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

The wood plate cracked and splintered, "Your whore makeup is why."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Whore makeup~? Ulric, that's rather rude..~"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"You like when I'm rude." He snarled lowly.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Mm.. Well that is true~❤" he said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Are you done with your food?" He asked gruffly.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Aye, that I am my darling..~" he said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He was upon him faster than his eyes could follow, forcing him onto his back and biting his neck and throat.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas arched and moaned lowly. "U-Ulric you b..beast..~!" He cried as he tangled his fingers in Ulric's hair.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Whores aren't allowed to speak." He snarled, roughly tugging off his clothes.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He bit his lip and he watched Ulric, his eyes beginning to haze over. It gave the make up a different level, if he chose to look.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He had to move up to toss away the shirt and growled loudly dowb at him.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas looked up at him and panted. "T-Try not to ruin my make up, you brute..~"