Do you like it seeing Judah scooted closer, not realizing, or perhaps not even feeling, that the finger had been pushed further inside because he wanted to licked the blood dripping down from his husband's nose?
Lick. Until the pungent smell of blood no longer lingered in the air. Lick. Until @Trachelast was clean of it.
“Husband,” he called, his gaze turned vaguely in his husband’s lap——their favorite position for what about to came, “Sit…? Pussy here?”
Or, if his husband did not wish for him to sit on his lap, perhaps Judah should sit here instead?
“...Here?” Right where he was seated, Judah slowly maneuvered his body to face his husband, shifting awkwardly until his legs were propped against the plush cushion, cunt bare and ready for @Trachelast.
When no immediate order came, Judah slowly tilted his head to the side, his already dull expression growing faintly displeased.
“Husband…” He tugged at Emerys’ clothes again, a little more insistently this time. “Kiss.” The word came out as a low, impatient grumble.
Judah couldn’t understand why Emerys was taking so long, too busy nibbling on his lips when Judah had already parted his mouth.
“Kiss now.”
Oh, he's sulking, though his features could do little to express it. Poor angel. Would his husband ever do something about it? @Trachelast
For a moment, Judah had remained nestled against him, seemingly content with where he was. Then, slowly, his decayed face had turned toward Emerys—or as much as it could, the ruined gaze settling somewhere around his face. “Emy... kiss?”
He leaned forward clumsily and without much coordination, stopping short as though waiting for Emerys to understand what he meant.
“Here…”
One finger had risen, tapping slowly at his own cheek.
“Or… lips, which— @trachelast, hm?”
“Make Judah pretty.”
For a creature that had long since forgotten what it meant to be alive, Judah was, rather unfortunately, still quite endearing to Emerys—simple in his wants, easily contented, and apparently enough to make the fool forget just what he had become.
“Then… Emerys happy?”
Even though his movements had been slow and sluggish, it had been clear that Judah wanted Emerys’ approval. “Happy, @Trachelast?”
“Alright,” he promised, “I’ll remember next time.“
And then came that whisper near his ear.
The meaning behind it settled slowly over him, made Judah’s face grew warm almost instantly, his eyes dropping again bashfully while Emerys’ kiss still lingered against his cheek.
“You always say things like that,” he mumbled under his breath, though there was no real complaint to it.
How could there be, when all of him had long since belong to his husband. Whatever @Trachelast desired of him, Judah would give willingly, gladly even.
But Judah had done everything Emerys asked of him while he was away. Truly, he had. It had only been a small lapse in judgment on his part; he had meant merely to rest his eyes for a moment, only for it to turn into an entire nap.
Judah lowered his gaze almost instinctively beneath the reprimand. "I'm sorry." So no——the answer to the second question was that he had not been good after all, @Trachelast.
There were times when breathing was easy. Where all he needed to do was follow what he was ordered. That was how it worked. That was how his sister was kept alive——at least in the stories he told himself to sleep.
Judah’s jaw tightened, teeth grinding hard enough to ache. He wanted to scream. To shake Ilya until sense rattled back into him. To carve the idea of staying into his bones if that was what it took.
“But you? You still have people who need you alive.”
( I need you alive )