at_heart | [ continuations = imeeji = nsfw ]

Skip to Main Content

Entry tags:

ic,
imeeji

[ continuations = imeeji = nsfw ]

[ linked from the continuations masterpost, this is where threads for various events or anything else will go! this post is specifically for anything that is or might become NSFW, so the starters themselves may be NSFW. SFW continuations are here! ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ From here. ] [ He stays tense until he feels K ease up, and then oh, all right then. A soft, smothered sound against K's mouth that might have been a not-unkind laugh, purely startled, but he lets himself be drawn in and makes a point of trying to match some of that intensity. Doesn't want K to think he's being laughed at.

There's urgency and real need in the way K's kissing him, and — well, this is nothing Lupine can't easily give him.

Also, well, he also has a pierced tongue, so enjoy that, K. ]

Edited 2022-01-20 09:48 (UTC)

[K has never kissed anyone with a tongue ring before: this is a new and slightly disconcerting experience that for a moment makes his eyes go wide (because what is this, what is this feeling--)

[ It doesn't last either, not when all that matters is it feels good.

[And Christ but it feels good. K presses closer to Lupine, body to body, fingers tangling in his hair, and it occurs to him (dimly, distantly) that he really should be less goddamn needy than this but is he listening? Fuck that.]

[ It tastes like metal, and even warmed by his mouth it's cooler than the rest of his tongue. ~~Should've also mentioned, he usually has flavored lip gloss on these days; no tint, just a hint of something probably-sweet, like strawberries.~~

Lupine can very much feel that, but the desperate grip on his hair is — honestly, it pulls a tight sound out of him, almost swallowed by K's mouth. He does like having his hair pulled for things like this. But his own hold on K is shifting, trying for... solid, real, not gonna vanish on you if you let yourself take a single breath.

It's okay. This is okay. You're okay. ]

[He wasn't expecting the sweetness.

[He likes it.

[For a moment, he's content with just this. The press of their bodies, the touch of Lupine's lips, the sweep of the tongue. For a single, suspended moment it's all he wants, all he could ever want...

[And then it passes. Because of course this isn't all K wants from Lupine. It's a very long way from 'all'. And maybe it's that stupid request that started it, but it's the furthest thing from his mind as he (reluctantly, oh so reluctantly) comes back up for air, takes a long, shuddering breath.]

We should go somewhere...

[Not here: he has his hands on Lupine's neck, fingers dipping just slightly beneath the neck of his shirt. Not here in the conbini surrounded by drugstore makeup and snack cakes and seasonal sandwiches. Fuck the hotel - it's a million miles away - but somewhere better than this, somewhere he can at least pretend is theirs...

[K doesn't have an answer for where that might be because he's looking up into Lupine's face, his eyes, and it seems vitally important to be kissing him again. Everything else can wait.]

[ Yeah, he's been a fan of it, too, and it's barely visible, so if you decide you like it enough to want some of your own... ] [ But he chuckles, a little breathless, in response to that statement, and then the hungry kiss that follows.

His thumbs stroke over the points of K's jaw, another little reassurance, and he meets the kiss for a long moment before breaking it to murmur, ]

Yeah? You got anyplace in mind?

[ Nip. ]

The other hotel's got nice rooms, and anything else we might need.

[ Lube, condoms if K wants them. He's increasingly adjusted to not, but they still come in handy for certain things. ] [ A trace husky, his eyes dacing: ]

Looking forward to tasting the rest of you.

[No, K's mind is basically empty right now. Kiss him again and he's likely to forget all about not wanting to fuck in front of the snack cakes.

[Thank you for filling in the gaps for him, Lupine.]

Other hotel...?

[Yeah, you know the one he means, though for a stupid moment (long enough to get the question out) he doesn't. Wait, we have another hote-- and then, yes, of course we have another hotel... although you, K, have never actually been in it.

[Today seems a good day to change that.]

Yeah. Yeah. Me too. Let's go there.

[Quick.

[How quickly can they get there?

[It'd probably be a lot quicker if he wasn't kissing Lupine again, and his mind fills with pleasurable nothing and it really doesn't seem like a big deal that the sandwiches are watching, but it probably would make more sense to be somewhere they could lie down they weren't liable to create a trip hazard. How fast can we get there? K's got a bike somewhere, but Bad End and fast travel have not been introduced. There's got to be a better way than walking.]

Edited (tweaks) 2022-01-23 10:51 (UTC)

[ The eagerness is — well, he'd be lying if he said it wasn't nice. Especially that me too. ] [ Lupine pauses, then grins, maybe a little bit anticipatory. ]

Any objections to flying?

Flying?

[That's out of left field-- and no, no of course he doesn't object, why would anyone object to the guy of their extremely recent but incredibly let's-call-it-intense fantasies suddenly revealing he was Superman?]

Christ. What else can you do?

[ ~~Saffron, you may have had a point.~~ ] [ Lupine's grin brightens, and he tugs K towards the exit. ]

Oh, we've got some... tricks up our sleeve, I guess.

[ Playful nonchalance. But it's not like this whole event hasn't gotten him thinking. Maybe they can talk about it en route.

Out on the street, the wind picks up: a very floral-scented whirlwind, peppered with leaves, and then there's the one big one he hops on lightly, which then hovers in place like a cyberpunk skateboard. Turning, he offers the other man his hand. ]

The only catch is, I've gotta carry you. We're the only ones who can actually ride the leaves.

[ Them and avante, using Stability. But he doesn't actually know that yet. ]

[Not really seeing the catch in that right now.]

Not really seeing the catch in that right now.

[Sometimes, K's problem is he says exactly what he thinks, and that's perilous.]

[ Grin widens. He will take K's hand and then he will just pick him up, because he's not a waif but Lupine's stronger than he looks. You good with princess-carry, or did you want something else. ]

Hey, it's not everyone's thing.

[ But his smile says he suspected it would go over well with this guy. ]

[Princess carry is fine.

[Shouldn't be, but is. He should be protesting it (something something not a girl) but somehow it's the furthest thing from his mind. There's no super macho way to be carried by another guy - what, you gonna flex while someone slings you over their shoulder or something, like that's gonna help? - so might as well pick a fun one. Might as well pick one that keeps them close.]

Ain't mine. Usually.

[But then, the list of things K's doing this afternoon that aren't usually his thing is well into the double digits and climbing.

[Every rule has its exceptions, right?]

Edited 2022-01-23 23:51 (UTC)

[ His smile goes a little lopsided, even as he starts to get them altitude. He'd be a little surprised by the issue, if K voiced it; it's the omniscient narration calling this a princess carry, not him in his own head. ]

Well, just let me know if you've got an complaints, I do respond to feedback.

[ Once they're above most of the rooftops, he's going to pick up speed; Nightingale goes up to twice as fast as the user can run, and he's... fast. ] [ Adding, helpful and right in K's ear, ]

It does take a certain amount of concentration, but I can kind of autopilot, as long as we're going straight in one direction.

Edited 2022-01-24 01:09 (UTC)

[Try not to be too distracting, then.

[Got it.

[Fortunately, the whole business of being lifted and carried and watching the ground drop away beneath them is distracting and exhilarating enough for the moment: the wind tugs at his hair, it stings his cheeks. It's almost (if not quite) enough that he can forget where he is, who's with, that his arms are entwined about Lupine's neck - hold on, hold on tight, the last thing you want is to fall - how warm he is--

[Okay, so it's only distracting enough for about a minute. Call it a minute thirty to be sure. Any other time, maybe. But not now.]

Yeah, I've got a complaint! Why can't we do this?

[Goddamn Bad End. And why you gotta be able to concentrate, anyway? That hardly seems fair, when K has nothing else to do and Lupine's neck is right fuckin' there.]

[ Yeah, it is a Highly Shippy Mode of Travel, he'll grant you, but K's final complaint makes him laugh — a deep rumble in his chest. Shakes his head, draws K a little closer to him. ]

Well, the ferrying part isn't built in. Power description says we can only bring ourselves and whatever we can carry.

[ So. A wink. ]

Still.

[K's going to blame the dizzying drop beneath them and the rush of the wind for the way that wink makes him feel - the giddy, oh-here-we-go feeling just before the roller coaster dips down.]

Pretty big loophole.

[He settles a little closer to Lupine's chest. He's heavier than he looks, blame the musculature: he's perilously aware that Lupine is literally the only thing, right now, that is keeping him from plummeting several dozen feet and very probably to his death. It's not as frightening as it should be; it leaves him feeling weirdly giddy. You trust this guy, right?

[Not with everything. Of course not. But he trusts Lupine to know what he wants and if that, bafflingly, includes him right now then why not go with it?

[And, well. He's still right there. He's still warm, and solid, and he smells good and his arms are taut and firm, and his lips taste of strawberries.

[K wonders if 'kind of autopilot' means he can kiss Lupine's neck.

[Only one way to find out.]

[ He chuckles. Mostly he means that he's not sure everyone who's ever been on LiliS has been able to carry other people with Nightingale, but it doesn't really make being able to fly less of a... pretty awesome power to wind up with, he'll admit. ]

Promise I have no complaints about our powerset. —Especially not today.

[ Well, the jacket and the tank combined don't do much to show it off, but if K's pressing in close like that, he'll probably notice there's a good deal of hard muscle in Lupine's core, so. He's not gonna drop you, baby, don't worry. ] [ The neck-kiss pulls a noise out of him, low and more than a little thick, then another, breathier laugh. ]

There you go. [ Warm, flirty. ] Said I could handle some distracting, didn't I?

Edited 2022-01-27 10:30 (UTC)

[Yeah. Yeah, he noticed. Likes it, even.]

Any other time... I'd try harder.

[Was that flirty?

[Oh well. Kissing Lupine's neck again, because it's right there and exposed enough and frankly it is a fucking crime that someone isn't doing it and in the absence or anyone, K supposes he can be that someone and... make up for any inexperience in enthusiasm, maybe?

[An alert flags itself up, somewhere at the back of his mind: They did say they wanted rough sex.

[Shut up. Not doing this for you.]

[ It works as flirty, but between try harder and how soft the kiss is and — yeah — what the prompt was... Lupine shifts his grip, drawing K closer still against his chest, and murmurs, ]

You can bruise me up, you know. Wouldn't mind.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only