[mature] this life, it feels like a prison || tantalize

[Offspring]

You're looking at an absolute zero;
I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero.

  Fire.

  It so often consumed him – he can hardly remember a time when he had been without it; the flickering ember felt as much a part of him as the tender tissue and thick muscle beneath his marred, charcoal skin. He could not breathe without being reminded of the blistering fire as it envelopes the delicate tissue of his lungs, just as he could no longer remember the solace that had once come with the frigidity of ice and the way the glacial frost had felt along the broad slope of his spine. Yet, the heat stirred by her gentle kiss and sweet breath brushing across his cheek rouses a different flame entirely – a white-hot flicker, hotter than he had known before.

  There is talk of fire upon the darkness of her lips, and he is captivated, tracing the supple lines and listening to her with fierce intensity. He is gathering a small piece of her with every thought shared, bit by bit, exposing the tenderness that lay beneath her hardened resolve and feminine ferocity. She closes the space left between them yet again, brushing her muzzle across his own, and he relishes it.

  He is invigorated by her; energized and strengthened with each caress and soft murmur – he can feel the temperature of his blood rising, roiling through his veins and through the length of his broad and towering body as her sultry voice coos to him, tempting him, but he does not betray the way the fire burns so brightly within him. Instead, he merely smiles, with a low and husky chuckle bubbling up from the column of his throat.

  ”You haven’t lost it,” he muses softly, amusement lacing its way through each throaty word. ”you just need someone to remind you that it is still there.”

  He is quiet for a moment, with the warmth of his cerise gaze boring into her own, but the pale light of dawn is already peeking up over the line of the distant horizon, urging the once vibrant moon to fall away into the sky, as the starlit sky is bathed in the splendor of morning. Her lips brush against his yet again, drawing his attention to her, but he does not hesitant to press them to her own – stealing the kiss held before him so tantalizingly, as a shadow of a crooked smile once more tugs at the corner of his mouth.

  ”You know where to find me.”

OFFSPRING

another zealot with the weight of the fucking world

@[Tantalize]