not the above anon, but this ~called to me. sorry so short lol.
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god had touched him in a number of ways, but never the same way dio could.
god never scraped his teeth, sharp and pointed, across his skin in an agonizingly slow crawl. god did not have the lungs to force ragged breaths against his body, leaving behind goosebumps and urges. and, surely, he thought, god would not break his skin with pearly cuspids and fill his mouth with such warm blood, even if he wanted to. he would never hiss unmentionables in his ears, would never lace clawed hands with his slightly too tight, would never say his name in such a sinful way. pucci loved dio as he loved god. and, maybe, a little more.
because, after all, god would never touch pucci in the same way dio could.
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god had touched him in a number of ways, but never the same way dio could.
god never scraped his teeth, sharp and pointed, across his skin in an agonizingly slow crawl. god did not have the lungs to force ragged breaths against his body, leaving behind goosebumps and urges. and, surely, he thought, god would not break his skin with pearly cuspids and fill his mouth with such warm blood, even if he wanted to. he would never hiss unmentionables in his ears, would never lace clawed hands with his slightly too tight, would never say his name in such a sinful way.
pucci loved dio as he loved god. and, maybe, a little more.
because, after all, god would never touch pucci in the same way dio could.