He pushes two fingers deep inside himself, groaning at the burn of the stretch, getting high off the metallic scent of life. They move easily inside him, the amount of fluid red warmth smoothing the way. When he deems himself ready, he pulls his fingers out, replacing them with the handle of his knife. He shoves it inside, careful not to push the blade in as he grips it, fucking himself with the beautiful weapon. It's not long before he's coming, soaking his bloody thighs in his hot spunk. Only way to get himself off nowadays and he loves it.