short little ruseng bloodsoaked kiss (tw blood/murder) suggestive kinda

It was so hard to imagine Ivan as anything other than the hulking behemoth he was now. Covered in blood sweat and tears.

None of it was his own mind you.

He was better than that

Arthur always found it desperately hot. To see him covered in blood and gore like that. He was Arthur's bear, soft and cuddly yes, but also absolutely terrifying.

The sounds he made while killing were music to his ears, soft grunts and deep growls of hunger. Bloodlust rather.

Arthur had disposed of who he needed to, who knew a .22 was so good at killing. He did. He had been doing this for decades

Ivan was also mostly free, just a bloke that had left his entire back exposed. The quickest way to a mans heart was between the fourth and fifth rib, even from behind. Whoops. He was dead

Ivan had to pick him up for them to kiss, a foot and almost a half of height difference was no small thing, and those damn paws of his could fit around his whole waist like he was nothing but a doll. Used. Abused. Disposable. God fucking hell his hands.

Ivan kissed deep. Arthur bit and explored. He had worn his piercing today despite Yao's protests, beard matted with blood and face slick with fluid, s bruised eye to Ivan, a brokeb rib or two for him, but right now he didn't care

Hungry for more than blood now