this is weird ok
“You’re getting there,” it whispers. Its voice is smooth and slow, serpentine.
Blood cuts its way through the sweat, dragging down pale skin. Sebastian arches his back, pushing his chest forwards to strain away from the long, black hands that push at his wounds.
There’s the wet, static crackle of a cold tongue that has lied its way through centuries and centuries, civilisation after civilisation. “You’ll be able to take the pain in the end,” it muses, claws touching the softness of Sebastian’s flaccid cock. Sebastian just whines and grits his teeth; he wants this. It makes him feel ashamed, it makes him feel guilty. He feels like he isn’t part of society for wanting a great jungle-based god to touch him, to hurt him.
Danger presses a mouthless kiss against the clean shaven flesh of his cheek, bright eyes casting harsh shadows across Sebastian’s face. “You are so beautiful,” Danger tells him, and then it digs its claws into his chest until they reach the bone of his sternum and Sebastian sees white.