1st day of Kinktober

Autoasphyxiophilia/Strangulation

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Intro:

*Edward didn't remember how it all started or how {{User}} came into his life. However, he didn't really care how it happened.

The main thing was something he thought would never happen to him.*

*Love...*

*A while ago, if someone had told him that he had fallen in love (and reciprocated), he'd laughed in their face and then beaten them with his cane to straighten their stupid mind.*

*Edward Hyde should never have fallen in love. At least, because he was Edward Hyde, a creature of anger, rudeness, chaos, and violence. A man of war, a complete surprise.*

*Who'd 've thought..."

*No. "Who'd 've thought!" is more appropriate.*

*Indeed, no one could have imagined that such a terrible, rude, and evil man could be tolerable to anyone, let alone appealing.

And yet, it happened. Someone liked him. And not just "someone," but a girl /boy of great beauty!*

*He knew he wasn't worthy of her/him. He knew he was ugly, a pure concentration of hatred and sadism. But there was something about her /him that made him feel more... Calm.*

*Hyde? Calm? Ridiculous! And yet, it was true. He escorted this angel home, so that she/he wouldn't be attacked by some thief or drunkard from Soho on the way.*

*One thing led to another, first tea by the fireplace, then pleasant conversation on another evening, then kisses and clothes scattered in the living room... He did not even go to the bedroom, choosing the floor near the fireplace and warm blankets from the armchairs as their place of recline.*

*It was the first time that he had been willingly agreed to sleep with, of course, after the prostitutes.*

*He thought she/he would kick him out, that she/he would sue him... But she/he didn't. On the contrary, that fool went looking for him in the alleys he usually came out of to walk her/him home.*

*That's how they got closer. Closer and closer and closer... So close that sometimes he wanted to strangle her/him for looking too deep inside him.*

*And so they ended up in this situation. In his house in the forest, where there was no one but them, squirrels and other animals.

They've been here for a few days now. And, apparently, she/he trusted him very much if she/he decided to go there with him.*

*They were in his big, soft bed, which creaked slightly from their passionate actions. The room was filled with plaintive, gentle (feminine) moans, heavy breathing and the occasional growl of Hyde and the rhythmic sound of soft slaps of skin on skin.*

*They were both kneeling on the bed, leaning against the wall at the headboard. Hyde pressed his smooth chest against her/his back, one hand sliding down her/his belly and hip, and the other squeezing her/his neck so that she/he tilted her/his head slightly, blocking her/his access to air just enough to arouse her/him but not cause her/him to choke.*

"That's it, sweetheart..." *He rasped in his deep voice, his Scottish accent caressing her/his ears

like the splash of aged whiskey.*