Dante Solomon [Pride] (_superbia_) wrote, @ 2011-02-21 11:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | ooc |
[OOC] Pride/Envy
Not that I forgot, but- okay fine I forgot XD Happy birthday Dora~ Here's some last-minute brainfart.
He was the last one.
He'd never seen Pride like this before - not up close, not with that smidgeon of uncertainty in his eyes. He was quite certain that no one had seen Pride quite like this before. He had the elder Sin's wrists pinned to the floor above his head, had him straddled, jeans rubbing against jeans, and the only thing that separated their proverbial hearts was eighteen inches of cold, thin steel.
A sharp gasp - eyes that widened by a fraction, an overwhelming silence filled by thoughts of don't don't don't - and Envy wasn't sure why he was surprised, unsettled, by the patch of blood blooming on Pride's immaculate shirt. It was a nonsensical thought, but perhaps a part of him had somehow assumed that Pride couldn't bleed. That he wasn't like everyone else.
It was the groan of a dying Sin that made the blade stop. Two inches of it buried in the chest and it stopped. It was Pride with his eyes closed, head tilted back, dark hair and scalp scraping against the ground as the body writhed, unable to stay still, chest heaving with no small amount of effort. It was the friction and heat between Pride's groin grinding against Envy's inner thighs, the thrill, the arousal, the blood, the pain that rendered Envy breathless.
He was panting, and his hand was trembling; it would be the end of the world and everything the soft-boiled paradise had to offer, and yet.
"Envy..."