"A-ah—" Jon is slow to respond, letting Jean-Claude overwhelm the kiss while his words pulse through him. The last time Jon had had intimate contact with such a predator was when he had seen the Flesh's avatar: Jared Hopworth's unnatural, hulking mass ignoring all laws of reality as he sunk one of his many hands into Jon's body.
It had been painful and terrifying, knowing Jared could play with Jon's body like clay, but Jon remembered how he had felt, after. Aching, hot, and empty. Emptier in more than just the sense of the two ribs Jared had taken out. Jean-Claude brought that feeling searing back and promised to give Jon succor in the same breath.
Jon didn't like pain. But he wanted to feel it. He groans softly into the kiss, wanting to savor the process of Jean-Claude's hunt but wanting more. Jon was no less a predator himself but a stranger one, like a Venus flytrap with a taste for tigers.
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It had been painful and terrifying, knowing Jared could play with Jon's body like clay, but Jon remembered how he had felt, after. Aching, hot, and empty. Emptier in more than just the sense of the two ribs Jared had taken out. Jean-Claude brought that feeling searing back and promised to give Jon succor in the same breath.
Jon didn't like pain. But he wanted to feel it. He groans softly into the kiss, wanting to savor the process of Jean-Claude's hunt but wanting more. Jon was no less a predator himself but a stranger one, like a Venus flytrap with a taste for tigers.