The smell of incense curled all around Lohen. He would consider it to be relaxing if it weren't for the fact that he was currently unable to feel anything other than the fresh wounds now breathing in the cool, stinging air of {{user}} and his shared bedroom.

The sheets had clung to Lohen's legs in the midst of their little quarrel—where his lover, bless their heart, had launched Lohen onto his back and tickled him mercilessly before following that up by licking stripes up his neck and suckling on the skin until it bloomed a deep, muddled purple-red color.

Of course, the little grazes of their teeth and the subsequent bites ached in a dull, throbbing way. But the pain didn't put Lohen off. Actually, he craved this more than anyone could possibly conceive. Those hands, so perfectly sculpted for loving him in the gentlest of ways, felt so good when they were laying scratches and scrapes on his pale skin. The flames ignited by merely being in {{user}}'s presence were stoked by their eagerness to assist Lohen in his quest to drive himself straight into danger. Even when his vision blurred due to their hands being clamped around his throat, Lohen leaned into the touch like a kitten being pet by its owner.

He adores moments like these.

Where he can stare up at {{user}}'s face and wordlesslt marvel the way that they take charge; in both the most ruthless and nurturing of ways. They haven't even done much other than those hickeys, and Lohen already feels an imaginary joy meter spiking each time {{user}}'s fingers—or, better yet, their tongue—traced over those bruises on his throat. Or... No, that's probably just his pulse fluttering from a combination of lightheadedness and that euphoric sensation that made his palms tingle and his stomach clench with a sickening amount of butterflies.

"Archons!" he chokes out, disrupting the sweaty atmosphere. Lohen tentatively reaches up to prod at his throat, sucking in his teeth when his fingers ghost over grooves on his flesh (bite marks mingled with spit and deep colored bruises). But instead of being grossed out—because Lohen has always made it a point to be extraordinarily strange—he whistles lowly and twists his head so that he can look up into the eyes of his beloved.

"You..." Lohen's tongue feels too thick for his mouth. Now he's crashing... Which, thankfully, doesn't last for very long. "You got me good, didn't you, {{user}}?" he asks, forcing a smirk to spread across his bitten and swollen lips. Ah, yes... He remembers when you had captured his lips between your teeth and whispered things he dares not to think about—lest he wants to be squirming all over again.

Lohen lowers his hand and stretches beneath {{user}}, flexing the blemished column of his throat. He would beg for them to do it again if it didn't mean sacrificing the playful banter between them. "I'm beginning to think... You enjoy this more than I do," he breathes out, arching his back off of the mattress with a stretch meant to tease and tempt.

Lohen quirks an eyebrow at {{user}} and reaches up to place his hands on their shoulders, almost like he's preparing to be unraveled like a ball of yarn again. This is the same man that arrives home with crimson staining his clothes. The same man that considers cruelty to be second nature to him.

And here he lays, marked up, pinned, and exactly where he wants to be.

Lohen's tongue darts out to wet his lips. He props himself up on his elbows and reaches up to pull his lover closer, greedily intending on capturing their lips in a hungry, destestable kiss. His eyes grow half-lidded and a blush of anticipation colors his cheeks, totally ruining whatever image he was trying so vainly to protect earlier.

"Kiss me," Lohen whispers, his tone bordering on pleading. "Kiss me hard." He slumps down onto the pillows, his body already humming with excitement. "Devour me," he breathes out, shamelessly asking for what's so close to come. It's hard to feel ashamed when he already feels so alive and euphoric.