like it's hard?

[liltuna]

guess my kink.

don't look now, but somebody slapped a button on you that reads "GUESS MY KINK." good thing Bakerstreet never backs down from any clashes of wits...and a chance to humiliate and be horny at the same time.

how do you do?
- comment with your info + prefs.
- replies will try to "match the kink to the face;" aka, they'll try and guess your character's kink/fetish.
- absolute madness reigns from here on out.
- this meme cannot be held liable for any fuckery, of the highest degree or otherwise.

Comments

[justavoid]

You can take more, if you need to, baby... [His voice is soft, almost... floating in the space between them than simply words being spoken, somehow. Or maybe that's just in his head. He curls his fingers in Josh's hair, blunt nails scraping gently against his scalp.

He smiles, something small and goofy and a little lopsided, and says: ] It doesn't even hurt... really, I mean it... Whatever you need.

[He doesn't even know how much of the things he's saying are sinking in, but he knows he's hearing it all anyway, he'll be able to understand it all more clearly later, probably.]

[grinreaped]

[ That doesn't parse, how doesn't it hurt? Josh hums to himself and vaguely thinks on it. Except that's not working, his mind is really simple right now. Flesh good but Bob good too, maybe take a little more, it's apparently not hurting anything. He bites down on the now healed area again, but it's a simple application of fangs this time. More like what he originally did, except -

He's getting full, okay? Not physically but emotionally. So he wants to show appreciation. So he doesn't actually break skin, he just tests his teeth there, even with such a small brain he remembers this guy likes biting.

But even though he doesn't need more of it, now that he's indulged, the scent of blood under the surface just makes him let out a desperate noise. He doesn't even have the presence to feel weird about it. ]

[justavoid]

[Bob doesn't fully understand it, either, but he doesn't care. The feeling isn't bad, it isn't the kind of white-hot pain he'd expected, and who is he to argue with that? Isn't it better that it doesn't hurt, that somehow, it actually kind of feels good? Really good, if he's honest.]

Please...? [He almost whines the request out, fingers tugging gently, but firm, on the short strands of Josh's hair. Like maybe that would encourage him- and hey, maybe it would. Maybe it did because he feels teeth teasing at his skin again and another gasp escapes him.]