[ It envelopes him that way, and IV nearly sobs again (but with relief, this time). He's still not full enough, still too empty compared to how it should be, but he's not emptying out any more and it... it's giving him a chance, isn't it? With that tendril, the one between its legs.
(it's obvious, what it wants)
(and IV will give himself to servitude easily to get what he wants)
(hadn't he already, after all? hadn't he given his freedom away in order to regain his family? perhaps this is a more selfish want, but it's
achievable)
(he thinks, in that moment, we'll never be whole again)
(his family will never be what they were, will never be happy as they were, so shouldn't he make his own happiness? shouldn't he give in to these selfish desires?)
(he'll give this happiness to V, too. share it with V until V can be Chris below these touches)
(and then maybe, IV can be--)
The thoughts only take moments, and even as he thinks to himself he's leaning in, taking the tendril into his mouth easily. Sucking greedily at anything Black Mist will give him, trying to make himself full again, but... it's more than that, too. Pulling back to lick up the squirming length of the tendril and then forcing the whole thing into his mouth, humming around the slick mass in his mouth.
And all the while he lets his eyes slide shut until he's wearing an expression of the purest bliss, even with the ache and burn inside of him that begs to be filled and used and stretched until it hurts. ]
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Date: 2012-12-31 05:47 pm (UTC)(it's obvious, what it wants)
(and IV will give himself to servitude easily to get what he wants)
(hadn't he already, after all? hadn't he given his freedom away in order to regain his family? perhaps this is a more selfish want, but it's
achievable)
(he thinks, in that moment, we'll never be whole again)
(his family will never be what they were, will never be happy as they were, so shouldn't he make his own happiness? shouldn't he give in to these selfish desires?)
(he'll give this happiness to V, too. share it with V until V can be Chris below these touches)
(
and then maybe, IV can be--)The thoughts only take moments, and even as he thinks to himself he's leaning in, taking the tendril into his mouth easily. Sucking greedily at anything Black Mist will give him, trying to make himself full again, but... it's more than that, too. Pulling back to lick up the squirming length of the tendril and then forcing the whole thing into his mouth, humming around the slick mass in his mouth.
And all the while he lets his eyes slide shut until he's wearing an expression of the purest bliss, even with the ache and burn inside of him that begs to be filled and used and stretched until it hurts. ]