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Agatha and prim-moth‘s Jes make a return! This time they’re being gay and weird about it. Honestly this doesn’t go as hard as the prompt makes it sound.
Using Lauren the Corgi’s Promptober list.
CWs: sexualized wound licking
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“Shit-!” Jes curses as the broken barrel stave gouges right into her bicep. The damaged keg splinters as it hits the floor. She doesn’t care; she’s got a chunk of wood sticking out of her.
From over behind the bar, Agatha whistles at her, waving a roll of gauze pulled out of the first aid kit.
Jes comes over, fingers clamped tight over the wound, blood trickling between her fingers. “Didn’t even notice the damn thing,” she grouses through teeth gritted from the pain. She kicks at the bar as if it might’ve been in on the caper. “This fucking hurts, Agatha.”
Agatha laughs softly. Jes regularly takes punches to the face and she’s been eaten out by Sawteeth. This woman complains about pain like she complains about her manicure getting chipped. “Here, liebling. Let me see it.”
The splinter is more like a small chunk. It’s gouged a good hole, though Jes has had worse a hundred times. Agatha soaks away blood with a clean bar towel till she can get a good view, and then carefully extracts it.
She dabs at it some more, trying to make sure nothing was left in there. When it stubbornly keeps welling, she gives up, drops the towel and simply licks at it instead. The tip of her tongue probes and flicks at the ragged, aggrieved tissue, lapping out dirt and searching for any traces of splinters.
Jes’s hiss isn’t from pain.
Agatha grins against her bicep and the pinch of sharp teeth set in around the gash. Jes can see them flash, white and pleased, behind that bloody red lipstick. Agatha’s tongue thrusts back into the wound harder than before, meaty and wriggling.
Jes moans and reaches up with her free hand to grab Agatha’s hair and keep her there.
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