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Last True Mouthpiece

Summary:

There is divinity in consumption. To eat and be full is to be holy.

Notes:

this is like actual eating alive people cannibalism

free day for kinktober since I accidentally slept through the entire month. happy birthday Eli

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There is divinity in consumption. To eat and be full is to be holy.

Naib knows this. He knows, in equal amounts, that he is not a holy man, and oftentimes, not worthy of even the lightness of the word, the purity of the world.

Eli is, though. 

His god, his love. His Eli.

It’s why Naib lets himself be consumed. 

The first piercing bite is always the sweetest, as Eli closes incisors around skin and digs. Naib only leans into it, can only lean into it. He watches out of the corner of his eye as his wife, his savior, digs into him like a soldier digging a foxhole. 

There is always a messiness that Naib finds charming as Eli eats, like he just can’t help himself. Teeth tear strips of skin from the meat, revealing the fleshy red just underneath. His favorite part, Eli will say, as he peels him slowly like a fruit, ripe insides spilling over Naib's naked lap. 

It doesn’t hurt, no, if anything it feels like heaven. Naib leans back into Eli, letting himself be clutched to his chest as he chews, taking his time with a meal to be savored. 

Scars litter up and down Naib’s legs, and he fingers them idly with his free hand as he lays naked in his lover’s lap. The very first bite mark Eli ever left on him rests right over his hip, the teeth marks still stark as if they were painted still in the vivid red. The first time Eli lost control and let his teeth dig deeper than ever before. 

Compared to now, it’s hardly worth mentioning the blood and viscera left behind from it. So little of each, only significant for the lack of precedent.

Everywhere on Naib, now, vicious scar tissue mars the surface of him. He’s not self conscious of it, why would he be? To wear his wife’s benediction so proudly, to let holiness seep in with every bite taken. 

Eli shifts behind him, reaching to a new part of his arm. The skin gets eaten first, accordingly. It’s similar to unwrapping a present layer by layer. You do not start opening the box within just because the paper on top has been scratched away by an inch. 

The pleasure of being Eli’s present shivers down his spine. Idly, he leans to the side, giving more room to peel and dig into his shoulder as well, should Eli want it. 

Mouth red and dripping, Eli peels away from him for but a moment. 

“It doesn’t hurt, does it, my angel?” He asks. Naib can only shake his head. 

His cock rests half hard against his thigh, pressed to where a particularly large carving scar sits. 

“No, Eli. It doesn’t.” The pleasure he takes when Eli licks his lips, only successfully smearing more gore around his mouth, is unmatched. 

The whimper he lets out is not of pain. 

Eventually, from elbow to shoulder, Naib finds himself out of skin to peel. Eli then starts in on the muscle. 

It’s red like so much meat, and he tilts his head to watch Eli dig his teeth into that first bite, squirting blood everywhere and making yet more mess. Naib laughs, and Eli smiles around his mouthful of muscle. 

Bite after bite, he is slowly devoured down to the bone. His cock flags, not for lack of pleasure (no, there is an ecstasy Naib can’t even begin to describe flowing through his marrow,) but for a lack of blood. It runs messy and red and stains everything it touches; the purifying bath of baptism soaks both of them. 

Eli is the one wearing wedding whites, though. Naib pities him to clean it out later. Being naked has more than the benefit of being a banquet on display. Far be it from him though, to tell his wife how to go about his pleasure.

“Eli, my Eli.” He moans, sings. Tilts his head back and lets himself be eaten by the one he calls God. It feels like orgasm. It feels like dying. He would not escape even if he could, serving himself up on a platter.

All God has to do now is enjoy. Eat. Be full of him and let them become one, so Naib may finally attain some semblance of worthiness.

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