[oh, Curtain is not even remotely trying to keep this from being a mess. we passed that point the moment Booker started drawing blood from his neck and it's only kept getting more and more alarmingly messy, especially with how generously freely blood likes to flow from one's head.

but he does swallow as much of Booker's precum as he (when not being choked by his tail) can and idly thinks how right it is for it to taste like this, considering Booker's personality and the contrasting saltiness of his blood. this act alone gives him something to mindlessly focus on as he keeps alternating between fucking Booker and deepthroating him with all the energy and strength he has.

notably, Curtain isn't trying to rein in his own climax (he does not have the clarity of thought that would require), he just seems to have entered a mindless loop where all he can focus on are Booker's noises and reactions and a greedy need for more, and more, and more of those. so he keeps going until abruptly, his mouth is filled with a lot more warmth that it can contain and the pain on his scalp gets particularly sharp. he starts moving faster in response, and in the process finds himself coming hard inside the other man, tensing up and moaning incoherently at the same time as him.

he rides his own orgasm and Booker's until it seems like they're both done.]








... Fuck.