( whatever feels he might have about the finality of the severance are overridden by their bodies clashing; all his groans of agony are directed into and swallowed up by esi’s mouth, and there’s hardly a point in keeping his eyes open when he can barely see anything through the stinging tears brought forth by the pain. he’s dimly aware of esi’s attempts to stimulate him, and it’s not an effort totally gone to waste, even if part of him thinks: right now?
but there’s a bigger, more worrying part of him that thinks: it’s nice, though. there’s an intimacy, it seems, to having your hand sawed off. his tongue seeks out esi’s, and his hips lift to meet the pressure coming down on them, and while the force of his hand over the stump of his wrist is likely enough to leave bruises, in contrast to the rest of the wound feels like, it may as well be a lover’s gentle caress.
his free hand— only hand— rakes through esi’s hair, clinging, as if he might suddenly change his mind and pull away. it wouldn’t— it wouldn’t be the first time, he realizes, and that’s where the fear comes from. leaving him to die, or worse— )
Don’t go, ( slips out in a whisper, somewhere in the frenzy of their kissing. the plea of a cut far deeper than anything esi could manage with a knife. you can do anything you want to me— as long as you don’t go. )
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but there’s a bigger, more worrying part of him that thinks: it’s nice, though. there’s an intimacy, it seems, to having your hand sawed off. his tongue seeks out esi’s, and his hips lift to meet the pressure coming down on them, and while the force of his hand over the stump of his wrist is likely enough to leave bruises, in contrast to the rest of the wound feels like, it may as well be a lover’s gentle caress.
his free hand— only hand— rakes through esi’s hair, clinging, as if he might suddenly change his mind and pull away. it wouldn’t— it wouldn’t be the first time, he realizes, and that’s where the fear comes from. leaving him to die, or worse— )
Don’t go, ( slips out in a whisper, somewhere in the frenzy of their kissing. the plea of a cut far deeper than anything esi could manage with a knife. you can do anything you want to me— as long as you don’t go. )