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Re: k7, kaede smith/wildcard (bloodplay) 2/3 tw self harm

[(Anonymous)]

i had more ideas

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If Kevin is measured, Coyote is not. At the scent of blood, he is there at their side, watching intently as Kevin's pale lips are stained red by Kaede's viscera.

"Fuckin share, primo." His eyes are shadowed in the low light, and Kaede nods her assent, motioning with the hand holding Kevin's knife. Coyote snatches it from her easily, pressing himself against her, his cock erect against the small of her back as he moves in to sandwich her between himself and Kevin. Kaede remains dispassionate, betraying no emotion as she feels the keen blade prick against her exposed clavicle. He cuts- his hands are used to the pressure of a trigger, so the knife digs just a tad deeper than she would have preferred. The lancing pain, however, is worth it, and stars dance behind her closed eyes as the sharp tip goes further and further into her skin.

Coyote raises a brow at her non-reaction, choosing to employ a touch of his lockpicking skills, placing the knife in Kevin's spare hand with a stylish spin of the blade. Kevin exhales through his nose- a bit of laughter, Coyote likes to think- before flipping the knife shut with a flick of his wrist, tongue moving Kaede's trigger fingers, now covered in coppery blood. He swallows- her thin blood tastes divine.

Coyote takes the opportunity to use his other hand to grab Kaede's ample ass, one cheek fitting in his hand perfectly, her slight frame settling it's weight on Kevin's thighs in earnest.

"He got here first," Kaede says, trying her best to keep her obvious arousal hidden in her tone, "so you'll have to wait your turn."

Sure enough, one of Kevin's hands goes up her minidress as she directs him; his fingers are met with slippery wetness and swollen folds beneath her hem.

"What, Barefoot doesn't think that two guys can't share the same plate?" Coyote quips before sinking his incisors into her flesh, biting and sucking at his administered wound. She lets out a shuddering gasp, grinning as Kevin moves two fingers in earnest against her folds- she doesn't know when Coyote's cock came out in earnest, but it felt great to feel heat there, pressing insistently against her ass.

She was sure to have a good time with the both of them, yet she craved something more substantial. Eyeing the knife in Kevin's hand, she motions one more time to her wrist...