Roses Wither Away

“Never. Again.”
“Yomi.”

He didn’t need to hear Juurou’s request. He already knew what it was. Though Juurou had never had the opportunity to ask in so many words. It just happened that he was incredibly obvious in his interests. His intents tended to radiate off him no matter how hard he tried to keep a neutral face.

Juurou was absolutely desperate for them to do it like that again. Yomi readjusted Juurou’s leg around his waist, keeping it firmly against his human skin. They were doing it like this. He needed to accept it like that. A moan came from under him as he pushed in a little deeper.
“Yomi, please,” Juurou repeated. Yomi leaned down, going further in but adjusting the size to stop his cock from going deeper. His lips met the shell of Juurou’s ear.
“It would destroy you.” A shiver ran through Juurou, and he pushed back, meeting Yomi’s hips but meeting with no more stimulation than he’d started with.
“That’s fine,” Juurou whispered.

It was fine. He was fine with it.

Teeth tearing into Juurou’s flesh, grinding against the muscles and tendons. The juicy flesh that oozed with blood as teeth had gone deeper and deeper. It all pouring into the mouths of the kaiju, their sense of taste transferring to Yomi in such a moment.

The way his limbs had just snapped off. The kneecaps clicking and sliding as the bones and muscles that supported them were forced away. The bones popping from the joints before the flesh even began to tear. He’d felt the moment they did, the feeling of the pop rippling through his tentacles. The brief moment when they were out of place. Unnatural. Wrong. The moments before they were torn away completely and Juurou had lay there.

The snapping of bones on top of it all. Juurou’s back snapping like a twig under the weight of a kaiju. The teeth gnawing into the bones and marking them. His thigh bones snapping with a horrific force pulling them in directions they couldn’t fight against. His pelvis shattering as the cock he longed for forced its way in when there was no space for it. When even the most ambitious with the most intensive preparation couldn’t have hoped for another result. The blood that had coated that cock as it continued to thrust in and out of Juurou mercilessly.

“It’s not fine.” The words slipped out without meaning to. His hands were shaking under him, stability waning as his vision grew blurry. “You’d die.”

He didn’t want to see that again. He’d tried to be strong. He’d tried to give it all up.

Now, things were fine, right? Everything had been abandoned. Some miracle had left him here and it meant…

It meant he didn’t have to give Juurou up. At least until his time came. At least until the little time humans got ended.

At some point, he’d started dripping onto Juurou’s chest. Finally, the last part that held his consciousness fell to meet the rest of him. There was no longer the warmth of Juurou’s inside cavities warming him. He must have slipped out at some point. He was just a puddle on Juurou’s chest, clinging to him for warmth.

He couldn’t reject it again.