𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄.

ㅤㅤ﹙ 𝑩𝑬𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑬, 𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑺. ﹚

[𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄. @devilsardour]

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𝑳̵͟𝐎̵͟𝐑̵͟𝐃̵͟,̵ ̵͟ ̵͟ ̵͟ ̵͟ ̵͟ ̵𝑯̵͟𝐀̵͟𝐕̵͟𝐄̵͟ ̵ ̵͟ ̵͟ ̵͟ ̵͟ ̵𝑴̵͟𝐄̵͟𝐑̵͟𝐂̵͟𝐘̵͟.̵
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[۟ @godsfell]

heaven is a place we can’t afford.

[𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄. @devilsardour]

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... in an alluring manner—keeping it truly close to the tip of the older's length.

@weavelations
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[𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄. @devilsardour]

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... "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆. 𝑫𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 ...."

It was an almost-whisper, quiver spread all across his body. Kyrie felt very tensed.

Hands encircled against the older's neck—eyes remained unmoving from the sight of ...
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[𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄. @devilsardour]

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... Thus, he retaliated, realizing how the older's patience would be edged to the brim.

"𝑩𝒆𝒈, 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘." At that, Kyrie licked his own lips ...
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[𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄. @devilsardour]

@weavelations / You, inexplicably, make my mind go deranged. My Dom. Mine. ♡

[𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄. @devilsardour]

/ You truly got me in a chokehold.

[𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 @weavelations]

+ From where he sits, the gesture is endearing, a futile attempt by the younger one to quell the fire Dominique lit deep under his skin.

“Don’t hide from me,” Dominique’s voice turns low, coaxing. +

[𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄. @devilsardour]

@weavelations / It is deserving for you, my dear.

[𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄. @devilsardour]

/ I can't get this part out of my head.

[𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 @weavelations]

+ Kyrie’s body. It weaves with an obsession that borders on insatiable thirst. Hell, Dominique is starting to unravel, too. It's impossible to retain his sanity when his challenger is Kyrie.

“All of you, Kyrie. I crave it—dearly.” This greed will be the death of him.

[𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄. @devilsardour]

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𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆. 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚. @weavelations
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[𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄. @devilsardour]

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... his flushed face in hiding. Even after the climax was done, his body was still unable to stop its constant twitch and tremble.
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