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“Mine,” Florian growls. He brings his legs up to the edge of the slab, and then, propelling himself forward into a forceful leap, brings his new arms unraveling outward to seize his mentor by the wrists, raising them overhead and squeezing them to the banisters at the landing between their little haven and the lounge. Florian’s body impacts next, legs splayed to wrap around Locust’s hips. He starts to rub, exhaling tepid breath over a fresh bitemark before settling his incisors back into their matching imprint.

 

Locust might have drawn a sharp breath if his lungs hadn’t shriveled at the ripping open of his ribcage. He’ll need to look into getting them their own barostatics independent of the greater chest cavity, but his mind cannot wander far as long as the pain grounds him here. His student will drink his fill. It bubbles out of him, slow and tacky and metallic for the rabbit to greedily lap up, but it’s a relaxed trickle at best, as it ever is.

 

Florian needs more. He draws back momentarily, and unzips to give himself full contact with his mentor. Lengths rub against one another even as he marks a foaming black dot in the vulture’s clavicle and unzips that too, a carbonated black line flanked by two others to pull open his chest, bones and all. Locust was right, Florian’s old hands would still have a fine use. The rabbit reaches in, fingers locking around Locust’s heart and taking a moment, just to feel it beat by virtue of its own electricity and light-to-moderate machine assistance. But then the moment passes, and he begins squeezing.

“Mine,” Florian growls. He brings his legs up to the edge of the slab, and then, propelling himself forward into a forceful leap, brings his new arms unraveling outward to seize his mentor by the wrists, raising them overhead and squeezing them to the banisters at the landing between their little haven and the lounge. Florian’s body impacts next, legs splayed to wrap around Locust’s hips. He starts to rub, exhaling tepid breath over a fresh bitemark before settling his incisors back into their matching imprint. Locust might have drawn a sharp breath if his lungs hadn’t shriveled at the ripping open of his ribcage. He’ll need to look into getting them their own barostatics independent of the greater chest cavity, but his mind cannot wander far as long as the pain grounds him here. His student will drink his fill. It bubbles out of him, slow and tacky and metallic for the rabbit to greedily lap up, but it’s a relaxed trickle at best, as it ever is. Florian needs more. He draws back momentarily, and unzips to give himself full contact with his mentor. Lengths rub against one another even as he marks a foaming black dot in the vulture’s clavicle and unzips that too, a carbonated black line flanked by two others to pull open his chest, bones and all. Locust was right, Florian’s old hands would still have a fine use. The rabbit reaches in, fingers locking around Locust’s heart and taking a moment, just to feel it beat by virtue of its own electricity and light-to-moderate machine assistance. But then the moment passes, and he begins squeezing.

#Kinktober #IndieKinktober Coda 1

This one speaks for itself, I think. Mind the tags.

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