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[harrisparris]

I saw this grian on @wassup-its-e 's post and I wanted to make fanart for once. It's messy and probably slightly bad but eh.

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[hegoeshardasfuck]

Feathers and Thread

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tags: shibari, bloodletting, knifeplay, consensual but not safe or sane, horn stimulation

synopsis: Schlatt and Phil try two things in bed: blood, and shibari, both of which are new to Schlatt, neither are new to Phil

note: god I fucking love schlattza, it's so aesthetically pleasing to me for some god awful reason. two dilfs getting it on? sign me the fuck up. hope ya'll enjoy and if you did consider dropping a like or checkin the Ao3 port

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48459538

"C'mon idiot," Schlatt urged as he watched Phil tug off his robe.

"Ever heard of patience?" Phil chided in response as he flared out jet black wings, back to his partner. He glanced over his shoulder, "It'd do you some good."

Schlatt rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, just get over here and fuck me."

Phil found himself inching closer to Schlatt a little slower, "So needy," He glided onto the cushions with ease, running a finger across the red rope that held Schlatts body. The twine ran between contours of muscle, framing every inch like one would with a piece of art, "Isn't there a rule about touching master pieces?"

Schlatt whined, "Break the rule, now."

Phil gave a hum of amusement, he trailed a finger across the knots, smirk on his face predatory. He lowered his mouth to Schlatts throat, running sharpened fangs and giving teasing nibbles along the way. From the crux of where neck and shoulder met to the cusp of his jawline small indentations of Phil's fangs lay. The ram shuddered when Phil brought a hand to grasp at a curved horn, digging fingers between grooved enamel.

Phil stretched out his wings again, muscles achingly stiff, in the same way cords held Schlatt on display. Pretty red strands holding wrists together, the same color as the blood that pulsed just under his skin. The blood that was one wound away from spilling out, the warmth that Phil craved to coat his form once more. The wet that often meant violence but could be shed under the light of loyalty and desire. He pushed his nail (sharp like talons), against the underside of Schlatts pectoral, sliding until a waterfall of red gushed forth. Schlatt keened at the unrelenting pressure morphing to a clean slice across his chest, the rope soaked up an uncanny amount.

"So calm," Phil purred, taking a blood slathered hand across the vermilion painted expanse of skin. He rested his hand on Schlatts cock, slowly dragging from the base to the tip, "So perfect."

Schlatt shuddered out a moan, he couldn't help the slight buck into the touch. Phil gladly teased the back of a nail along the underside and it made Schlatt tense entirely, pray for the twitch he couldn't help.

It garnered a hum of laughter from the demigod, "You know I wouldn't kill you Schlatt, don't you?"

Schlatt nodded, "Yeah."

Phil brought a wing prod between Schlatts shoulder blade, forcing him to puff out his chest a bit more. A lithe hand curled around a horn again, squeezing, a throaty groan spilled from Schlatt at the touch. The hand resting on his cock stroked once more, and then again, pre mixed with blood easily. Schlatt tensed as Phil circled a claw at the base of his horn, unfiltered moans bubbled up despite the fear. Phil leaned in once more, mouth dangerously close to Schlatts ear, the ram could hear each breath echoing his own.

"Then how come you're so scared?" The voice is cold compared to the warmth resting heavily between his fingers. The heat on his words and the ardor suddenly on his actions, giving a faint tug to the horn.

"Fuck! Fucking shit," The words tear through Schlatt like a seam ripper, he comes undone at frayed edges like denim, "Phil," There's a catch in his voice. He gives a sharp inhale, "Phil!"

Phil musters a heady laugh at the neediness his partner displays, the lust on his laugh is venomous, "C'mon, cumming so soon?"

Schlatt whines, he squirms in his constraints. The blood soaked rope caresses him just right, shimmering ever so faintly in the low light. His mouth cracks open in a silent moan as Phil brings a hand to caress his horns, arch of a wing forcing his back curved. A sense of lightheadedness floods him as the slits open a little more, more of that delicious crimson seeping out.

"So impatient and for this? I'm disappointed," Phil chided as he gave the final strokes, urging his partner to orgasm through each step of the way.

Schlatt gave a drawn out moan, a high pitched call of Phils name as he climaxed. And the demigod kept up the simple motions across the entire span, red mixed with white into a sickly pink. He brought his hand, slathered in blood and cum past his wrist, to his mouth and licked. Forked tongue sliding between digits and Schlatt watched, tried too at least, he was a bit too lightheaded to fully focus.

"Phil," Schlatt keened, leaning heavily against Phils wing, he retracted it letting Schlatt slump back into the cushions. He absently reached for his mate, "Phil…"

"Yes darling?" Phil asked softly, littering Schlatts form with kisses.

Schlatt groaned, arching into the gentlest touch, "Was I good?"

Phil nodded, "Amazing, I haven't had a chance to make someone bleed in bed for years," He smudged the blood along the wounds.

"Do we have any potions?" Schlatt asked, he gave a weak chuckle, "I think I might die if I just stay like this."

"I already have plenty," Phil said as he opened his inventory and pulled out a potion, he popped the cork and brought the rim to Schlatts lips.

He eagerly drank the liquid, it didn't mend his flesh instantly, but it cleared the fog in his head. He gave a couple bleary blinks, "Phil."

"Yeah darling?" Phil asked gently as he sat down beside Schlatt.

"I love you," Schlatt said, "I know you just cut me open and gave me a handjob but I love you."

Phil gave a soft smile, he leaned down and nuzzled into Schlatt, "I love you too."

Schlatt hummed appreciatively, he motioned vaguely and Phil laid down beside him. He buried his head into the crook of Phils neck, "Can we have pancakes tomorrow."

"Of course dear," Phil said, running a hand through tangled brunette locks.