He scrambles back, tucks his knees to his chest, stares over them at Ziraga. He knows there's no point trying to get away.

He smiles. A slow, amused, predatory smile. One might fairly call it catlike.

"I might just keep you alive a while. You're interesting."

"Great," he says, in the manner of someone who is not particularly thrilled.

He laughs.

He continues to regard Ziraga suspiciously over his knees.

“I hate you.”

"I noticed."

There's an odd sort of fondness in his smile.

“I had to make sure I said it while I still have my tongue.”

"Hmm." He looks at him thoughtfully. "Come here."

He raises an eyebrow and stays put.

He laughs again, shaking his head slightly in amazement. "You're a treat. I don't know that I've met anyone else reckless enough to disobey me to my face like that, not on my own lands, not since the first couple of centuries."

“Got nothing left to lose from it.”

"That so?"

“I’m already gonna die. Don’t have anybody else you can murder. Yeah, pretty sure.”

"I'd say 'let's find out' but I think I'd actually be annoyed with myself if I successfully made you regret it."

He pounces. Holds Seva down effortlessly, bites his shoulder, moves on to an adjacent spot when he tastes blood. Seva is very biteable.

Then he’s back to taking careful, quick breaths and trying not to make a single sound.

And Ziraga is back to trying to get sounds out of him! This is such a fun game.

Honestly, though, he's not trying all that hard this time. Mostly he is just having a lot of fun covering Seva in lightly bleeding bite marks.

He ends up staring up at the ceiling, eyes wide, drifting out of his body and being brought back with a jolt and a gasp with each new bloody bite.

Ziraga is not in favour of Seva drifting out of his body.

On the other hand, he does enjoy bringing him back.

He bites harder. Heals old wounds so he can put fresh ones in their place. Grows claws again and slashes deep furrows into Seva's chest and stomach, then licks them, humming happily at the taste and the sensation of his tongue sliding into the cuts and pushing them open wider.

It’s clearly much harder for Seva to stay quiet and detached when Ziraga’s tongue is in his wounds — he’s back to nearly hyperventilating, twitching underneath him.

(He’s failed to stay soft again.)

That looks like another excellent place for Ziraga to put his tongue, then!

“No—”

He chokes on another quiet sob, tries to pull Ziraga’s head away.

He bites.

He twitches.

(And then sobs.)

Ziraga makes pleased noises and licks him again. Sucking this man's cock is an intensely rewarding enterprise.

His whole body shudders.

“Stop—”