The haze of paranoia recedes, but his need is still omnipresent, screaming through his too-hot blood. Joshua's scent fits in his mind like a key in a lock; something in his heart clicks, and it makes Wyvernโ Clive, he thinks to himself, dazedโ fuzzy, dazed, inebriated.
He doesn't sit up. He stays hovered over Joshua, breath half-ragged like little puffs through his teeth. His pupils still feel blown, and his entire world dials down to this young man who claims is his brother, who feels like Clive's brother, who speaks like Clive's Joshua.
It makes Clive's heart twist, and love floods through his anger-grief, mixing with lust. His emotions are a curdled mess; it's hard to think right with so much of it still spilling from every inch of him.
A soft sob, and he leans in to press his mouth against Joshua's, barely aware of the taboo of it, that they're of blood. There's no space in his mind to care about any of it. He licks and pries like a man starved, and claims Joshua's tongue with a full-bodied shiver.
"My brother. My brother." The rut compulsion screams mine mine mine; the joy of reunion, and his primal instinct to claim. He struggles to separate the two.
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Date: 2025-12-14 03:40 am (UTC)He doesn't sit up. He stays hovered over Joshua, breath half-ragged like little puffs through his teeth. His pupils still feel blown, and his entire world dials down to this young man who claims is his brother, who feels like Clive's brother, who speaks like Clive's Joshua.
It makes Clive's heart twist, and love floods through his anger-grief, mixing with lust. His emotions are a curdled mess; it's hard to think right with so much of it still spilling from every inch of him.
"Joshua." Fuck, he's real, he's alive. "Founder, it's you, you're..."
A soft sob, and he leans in to press his mouth against Joshua's, barely aware of the taboo of it, that they're of blood. There's no space in his mind to care about any of it. He licks and pries like a man starved, and claims Joshua's tongue with a full-bodied shiver.
"My brother. My brother." The rut compulsion screams mine mine mine; the joy of reunion, and his primal instinct to claim. He struggles to separate the two.