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"Look," Telamon whispered shakily. "Look at me."
Their bloodied hand reached up to Builderman's face— gently cupping his cheek and turning his head to face them. "I want you to witness this, angel." They murmured, grinning ear to ear as they bled.
Builderman's expression couldn't be described as anything but bewilderment, though the flushing of his cheeks betrayed his sense of intrigue.
Telamon's free hand had moved down to grasp at where Builderman held onto the handle of the sword, the blade having been pierced through their abdomen.
"Doesn't it feel exciting?" Telamon's grin didn't waver. "The adrenaline, the horror, my blood on your hands— it's heavenly." The hand on Builderman's face trailed down to his chest, resting above his heart. They could feel how he tensed as they touched him, it made them smile impossibly wider. "I can feel how your heart beats for me as mine begins to slow."
Builderman continued to stare, unsure of how to respond. His hands shook as his gaze lingered on Telamon— an almost crazed expression on their face. Even now, he was utterly enamored by them.
Telamon let out an amused hum, as both of their hands moved to rest around Builderman's wrist, lightly tugging on the sword. "Pull it out. Slowly. Hurt me more." They whispered, making Builderman tense further.
"Don't be cruel... don't make me beg, angel." Telamon continued, "I want to feel you hurt me."
"..." Builderman's hands had started shaking a little more, but he eventually couldn't deny them for long. Slowly, painfully— he pulled the sword out of Telamon.
Telamon simply let out a pleased hum in response, their hands moving to hold onto Builderman's shoulders. "Ah..."
"Freak." Builderman couldn't help the mutter that slipped through his lips, pausing once he realized. Telamon didn't seem to mind, simply chuckling. "Mm.. I suppose I am, yes. Though I doubt you are complaining much."
Builderman huffed shakily in response, the bloodied sword now completely removed from Telamon's abdomen— clattering to the floor as Builderman let go of it.
Telamon had leaned in a little closer as he dropped the sword, moving to grasp at his now free hand— bringing it close to themself. "Ah.. hah.. Look here..." They mumbled, promptly pressing Builderman's hand to their wound. "I bleed for you, angel."
Builderman's blushing grew a bit worse, ashamed of himself for the position he's put himself in... however, he truly couldn't help himself as he lightly dug his fingers into Telamon's stab wound.
Telamon gasped softly, their grin slipping for a moment before quickly returning— their face flushing further. "Ohh, angel..." They purred, moving to snake an arm around Builderman's waist. "How dirty... go ahead." They said, egging the developer on.
Builderman took a second to prepare himself mentally, still hesitant. But.. he can't help himself, not when Telamon is looking at him like that. Slowly, his hand delved further inside of Telamon's wound, chewing on his lip a little at the shaky breath the angel let out in response.
"Aah.. your touch... so warm.." Telamon cooed, resting their head on his shoulder. "Keep going... deeper." They whispered, causing a shiver to run down Builderman's spine. He obeyed, his hand eventually pushing all the way into Telamon's abdomen, lightly feeling around the angel's insides.
"Mmph.." A subtle tremor in Telamon told Builderman just how much it was affecting them, and something about it made this experience all the more shameful.
Telamon could feel Builderman lightly move his hand around inside of them, and they let out a shaky groan— the pain felt so divine. "Hah.. so tentative, yet so eager to touch me like this..." They were drooling quite a bit, their saliva mixing with their blood as it dripped down their chin.
Builderman was biting his lip, admittedly feeling a little more than just hot and bothered from this encounter— but the thought of it made red hot shame crawl up his neck. Telamon grinned a little wider, an amused chuckle escaping the angel. "Mmn.. you know, you seem to be enjoying this just as much as I... even more, perhaps..?" They teased, making Builderman exhale shakily.
"..Shut up.." He mumbled, lightly moving his hand around inside of them. Telamon giggled in response, leaning their head back up to face Builderman directly. "So rude..." Telamon murmured. "But you didn't deny it." They smiled even wider, and Builderman just scoffed at them. He didn't respond verbally, though he did pull his hand out of their wound.
Telamon pouted at that. "Aww... chickening out, angel..? Or are you just embarrassed..." They continued, much to Builderman's chagrin. "Can't you die faster?" He quipped, in which Telamon simply laughed at. They briefly let go of his chin, before cupping his cheek instead and leaning in. "Well, I suppose I'll waste my last breaths on you, then.." They cooed. "Since you want me gone so much.." They grinned, before pulling Builderman into a kiss, smearing their blood against his mouth.
Builderman lightly cringed, tasting metal on his tongue as Telamon's bloodied lips made contact with his. Though, he quickly melted into it, closing his eyes as his hands moved to grip at the angel's robe. Telamon's free hand moved to grip the back of Builderman's head, making it so that he couldn't pull away until they let him.
Builderman gasped into Telamon's mouth as he felt them suddenly bite into his bottom lip, the action giving the angel enough time to slip their tongue into his mouth. "Mmf–" He let out a muffled moan, feeling the wet slide of Telamon's tongue against his as the angel explored his mouth with palpable hunger. They only pulled away for mere seconds before delving back in, giving Builderman barely enough time to recover or catch his breath.
The kiss continued, both of them grasping desperately at one another as Telamon began to gradually lose consciousness.
It ended quicker than either Builderman or Telamon would have liked, as the angel grew limp in the developer's grasp— forcing him to pull away.