[It's the sensation of a power surge; the jump of erratic static, the blip of a current finally finding its ground. He expects it to sting; the threat of electricity all but teasing the smalls of his hairs. Any moment, it could jolt through his bones. Burning him, igniting him, in a thundercloud's charge. But it doesn't happen. Instead, the sensation is of in mid-collapse; a chord unraveling under his fingers piece by piece until he's reached its last tether. And at the end of it, a faint shrill - Stocke's shudder a mere echo playing through his skull as wordlessly as feedback on a bad connection.]
[But oh, oh, is it satisfying.]
[The Sin's teeth pluck themselves from the other's shoulder. He moves his hands away from him, then; the stretch of his palms pressed flat against thighs that seem warmer, more solid somehow. And as his would-be partner collects himself again, a small hitch of an inhale hisses along the Sin's teeth. It puckers there; a sharp sound sparking behind his teeth like a struck match fighting an alleyway wind. Stocke doesn't take long to find his rhythm. It comes in clear; the mild haze leaving as quickly as an burnt-out overcast and it's the devil that nips at his heels. Following every rock, every roll, with exhaustive attention. As if he could still take his time; as if he could make the seconds last for hours to take in every moment with selfish disregard.]
[The very definition of his namesake.]
[Greed lifts one of his hands away. It plants itself close to the wall - a sprung-trap snarl of nails and claws burying itself between the scratches Stocke had left not minutes before. Smokey lines cut along the marks. They bear in heavy; a spread of gauges meeting the Shade's own in breathy strokes of chill, quick-fire smoke. Where there had been splinters before, only a couple of curls remain. And as the Sin grips the other's hip for leverage, the spread of his wings fans them out. Creating small speckles that glint deep inside the wood like fireflies blinking out in the night.]
[When he speaks again, all that comes out is a short exhale. Something tinny, sharp - like that of tea-kettle plucked off a stove-top and while his muscles tighten, while his stomach knots, the Sin's mouth snaps into an unyielding grin. Allowing a thin huff of steam to whistle and whine between the points of his teeth.]
NO SWEAT
[But oh, oh, is it satisfying.]
[The Sin's teeth pluck themselves from the other's shoulder. He moves his hands away from him, then; the stretch of his palms pressed flat against thighs that seem warmer, more solid somehow. And as his would-be partner collects himself again, a small hitch of an inhale hisses along the Sin's teeth. It puckers there; a sharp sound sparking behind his teeth like a struck match fighting an alleyway wind. Stocke doesn't take long to find his rhythm. It comes in clear; the mild haze leaving as quickly as an burnt-out overcast and it's the devil that nips at his heels. Following every rock, every roll, with exhaustive attention. As if he could still take his time; as if he could make the seconds last for hours to take in every moment with selfish disregard.]
[The very definition of his namesake.]
[Greed lifts one of his hands away. It plants itself close to the wall - a sprung-trap snarl of nails and claws burying itself between the scratches Stocke had left not minutes before. Smokey lines cut along the marks. They bear in heavy; a spread of gauges meeting the Shade's own in breathy strokes of chill, quick-fire smoke. Where there had been splinters before, only a couple of curls remain. And as the Sin grips the other's hip for leverage, the spread of his wings fans them out. Creating small speckles that glint deep inside the wood like fireflies blinking out in the night.]
[When he speaks again, all that comes out is a short exhale. Something tinny, sharp - like that of tea-kettle plucked off a stove-top and while his muscles tighten, while his stomach knots, the Sin's mouth snaps into an unyielding grin. Allowing a thin huff of steam to whistle and whine between the points of his teeth.]