enoderedrum | Inbox

NETWORK USERNAME:
ripraven

CURRENT HOUSING:

Currently living both in his designated housing, but also Adams House (pretty much in Kavinsky's bed nightly).

SCARS / MARKINGS:
ENVY - Cut into his left forearm (via Blue)
SUFFER - Carving into his calf via himself.
WRIST SCARS (successful suicide) + Thigh SCAR.
WRIST TATTOO - Paw on his right wrist (via Kavinsky)
THROAT TATTOO - A raven with its wings spread on either side of his neck,
the face is a skull of the raven instead, and the background is filled with blue, purple and hints of red watercolor splashes. (Tattoo shop on Mammons Island.)
RIBCAGE TATTOO - An arrow for Clint and an hourglass for Nat.
STITCH SCARS AROUND MOUTH + slightly damaged vocal cords - Thanks to The Veiled Order capture.
MERMAN Features; white hands with claws and subtle webbing that's retractable, iridescent scales over his hands and in random spots.

DEMON ATTRIBUTES:

Demon Teeth.
The beginning of Pointy Ears (not pictures because right now they're just itchy and growing).
[These are based off Hellburbia Suicide].
Slowly his hands are turning White and his nails are turning into claws (basically)

RICHARD JOSEPH LYNCH
aka
little grey dragon he adopted from Mammons Island.

N A V I G A T I O N: kinks & permissions | visuals | funeral | bdsm info | cr chart
______________________________________________________________________________________________

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

greedbowstome

His eyes never stray from Noah, watching as he crawls his way back up from the foot of the bed to end straddling Kaz's lap. It's unnerving the way Noah can knock him off balance with the smallest of actions, in ways no one else would even think to try– because everyone else is sensible enough to be at the very least mildly concerned about what might happen if they try. But Noah's never been in that position with him, even from that very first meeting months ago. He had acted from the outset like the idea of Kaz being dangerous was almost laughable. It had irritated him for so long, but like so many little things, he's grown used to it.

His face scrunches a little when Noah messes with the hood, tucking it over his head, probably because he thinks it's funny. It's a very Noah thing to do, just because. For the sake of it. Because he can. Something softens around the other boy's edges as he stares down at him, and Kaz feels a tight and tangled mess of something vivid and vibrant cinch around his ribs; something he doesn't know the name of, something that screams Kiss him. Kiss him. on repeat in his mind, something that makes it feel like there is lightning in his veins.

It's there.

Noah drops away to the mattress beside him instead.

And it's gone.

Something grey clouds it all instantly. He doesn't love the loss of him, but he tamps the thought down, anything attached to it immediately overtaken by a wave of something rose-colored and self-conscious. Words fail him entirely and it's all conveyed by a simple, soft scoff of disbelief that forgot to be an actual laugh as he looks over at Noah, incredulous and awkward.

From:

enoderedrum

All teasing aside, this is something he needed. A warm bed and quiet. Not the kind of quiet that left your thoughts racing. But the kind of quiet that means it’s okay to stare at the ceiling and not have one single thought in your head.

The clock ticks on. One second, another, over and over. And you know you’re wasting time but you don’t have any reason to care. There isn’t anything to worry about because you feel safe and the moment matters, so you let it stretch and stretch and keep stretching out until he realize that you’re not alone.

That’s what happened now.

Noah turns his focus from the ceiling and stares up at Kaz. He takes a breath and releases it, “something you want?” He felt that little thing before. But he didn’t know what it meant. Just that the other boy had an urge.

From:

greedbowstome

Silences have never been uncomfortable with Noah, not really. Awkward, sometimes, maybe. Never particularly bad, though. This is one of the better ones. The kind that is companionable in its quiet. The silence of someone next to you. The safety of it.

Thing is. Even though 'crush' isn't a word Kaz would use (not that Kaz knows what word he would use, none of them feel like the right one anyway), Noah isn't wrong. There is a... fascination? Fixation? Whatever it is. It's there. A strong undercurrent in every interaction with Noah since... when did it change? The asylum, maybe. Or the very first therapy session.

He glances away for a moment, trying to collect himself, to figure out how to answer him. His lungs ache with words he doesn't know how to say in answer to that too-simple question. It should be easy, but it never is.

He plucks a stray coin from the table and starts fidgeting with it.

From:

enoderedrum

Patience is something Noah has and doesn’t have. It all depends on the situation, really.

In this case, his patience is ever flowing. Until that happens. That…coin thing. He watches for a moment. Looks away and then back again. It isn’t a new thing to see someone do but it isn’t seen often enough to not notice it when it’s happening.

He stares and chews on the inside of his cheek. Why is that sexy? Why?

“…can you stop doing that?” He murmurs and rolls onto his side and looks up at the other boy, “unless you want me back in your lap.”

From:

greedbowstome

"What?" he blinks his attention back over to Noah, a confused frown on his face. The coin tucked between two fingers, paused in its back and forth journey.

This presents a perfect excuse for him to start doing small coin tricks he'd learned years ago watching the street magicians in the Barrel. He does a couple of different tricks, just because he can, watching Noah from the corner of his eye.

From:

enoderedrum

Noah arches a brow and watches the onslaught of tricks that are basically Kaz daring him to do what he’d just warned him of. Funny. But he doesn’t do it immediately, no. That would be too easy. He watches and lets himself be entertained for a bit. If he wants to play the game, he’ll let him.

But the end result was going to be the same regardless. Kaz had to know that much.

It ends with Noah snatching the blasted coin, and sliding back over into the other boys lap; but this kiss isn’t innocent. It isn’t fleeting. It’s the response to an obvious dare and a declaration of an obvious crush that’s beyond mutual. It’s warm seeking tongue and a hint of sharper than natural teeth. A month of, I missed you even if you didn’t remember me. It’s hands shoving past hoods and delving into dark hair.

Stay.
Stay.
Stay.

From:

greedbowstome

Noah watches, with near-rapt attention, and that is a certain sort of thrill all its own.

Different, though, than the thrill that shoots through him when the other boy steals the coin and slides back into his lap. It was a dare, of course it was, Kaz knew exactly what he was doing as soon as Noah had posed the idea.

That electricity in his veins lights up again as Noah's lips find his, hands dragging through Kaz's hair, the once-buzzed sides have grown out over time, leaving a little more to cling to.

He meets that kiss with a matched fervor, a little desperate in his response, hands sliding down Noah's sides, thumb of one hand smoothing firm circles into his hip. The kiss is all raw heat, something nearly insatiable he dares to simply lose himself in. It’s curious and it’s hungry, like he wants to drink in every second of this and savor it. There is a rush of sensation that takes over everything else so that the only thing he knows is Noah.

He tries to let it say the things he can't put in words.

I need this.

I want you.

Don't leave.

You're important.

I need you.

Don't leave.

From:

enoderedrum

This isn’t playful or cute. It isn’t a teasing thing. It’s desperate and rushed. It’s drowning in everything you want and tell yourself you can’t have. It’s ultimately not yours but tonight it is and you’re not letting it slip away.

Fingers twist, tug, tilt to give him better access to the others mouth before nails drag along his scalp and thumbs press against that ridiculously sharp jaw. He breathes a groan that’s equal in its neediness as its demand to not pull away. Don’t you dare.

The primal urge to forego any rational thought process and push along on instinct drives his hips to roll, to press them closer together. Just tonight. This is okay tonight. He doesn’t have to think or share or worry. Deep down he knows he probably shouldn’t do this. Not after what he’d just been through but if Kaz didn’t want any of this he would stop it.

…and he isn’t.

Not yet.

Just a little more.

More.

From:

greedbowstome

One arm snakes around the boy in his lap, pulling away is the furthest thing from Kaz's mind just now. He lets that hand slip under Noah's shirt, hand warm and solid against his back.

A moan of his own hums in the back of his throat at the nails dragging across his scalp. He presses deeper into the kiss, all fire and want, at the way Noah's hips roll against his own. He nips playfully at Noah's lip, but in the moment, he's forgotten the fangs that have not faded since he'd been pulled from that hellscape of a town; it's enough to draw blood, but only just.

"Shit," he mutters softly against Noah's mouth, pressing their foreheads together. He can taste the copper of blood that rushed to the break in the skin and he barely thinks about it before he licks the smear of it away.

From:

enoderedrum

The Knick, the copper—it’s standard at this point. None of it faxes Noah the way it does Kaz.

The way Kaz licks the blood away make him smile, his own tongue chasing after him when he pulls away just a bit too far. Another kiss, and a bite of his own; one that’s more careful, more to grab his attention than anything.

“You can bite. Blood doesn’t bother me,” he murmurs and brushes his nose against him as he drops his hands. He pulls back just enough to tug his own hoodie over his head and drops it somewhere near the end so he can put it back on later.

From:

greedbowstome

He smirks a little at the bite back, amused at the teasing nature of it. "Okay..." he watches him discard the hoodie and chuckles lightly. "M'not used to it... I don't like it." Not the biting, but the teeth. They're new, since...

He tries to dispel the thought, dropping his forehead against Noah's shoulder in some vague effort to stop the train of thought altogether. He drags his fingers lightly along Noah's spine, taking in the sensation of it. All these tiny, throw-away things he couldn't have dreamed he could do, ever, so much easier all these months later. Even with the very big wrench in... everything that this recent round of bullshit that Hell has thrown him into, he isn't reverting as much as he expected.

Which brings another point to mind that he can't ignore."...how much of this is you, right now?" he asks softly, certain he isn't doing this entirely on his own. Not after everything.

From:

enoderedrum

“Give it time. You learn to navigate around it,” he murmurs regarding the teeth. He had to learn how to not bite the shit out of himself while eating let alone while engaging in other things.

He can feel the dip before Kaz even leans against him. The touch is soft, and the weight is oddly comforting despite how unsure Kaz feels about this. Noah noses against his hair and nips at the edge of his ear and down to the bit of his neck that’s exposed to itch the hoodie.

“I’m not doing anything. Not consciously anyway,” he mumbles and pulls back so he can lift the other boys face back up to his own, “this is just us together.” He searches the others eyes and kisses his nose playfully, “don’t get in your head. Stay with me.”

From:

greedbowstome

He nods a little, sure he's right. He just has to adjust to it, the same way he adjusted to his leg being a little bit permanently broken.

The nip at his ear makes him tip his head a little to that side, the sensation strange and sending a jolt down his spine. "...really?" he tilts his head up a little when Noah pulls his face up to look at him. He still can't process that. That this is just...them. No intervention from Noah's abilities. The thought catches like a breath in his throat. He was the beginning of all this, he supposes it makes sense that he might be the first one that Kaz can just... be with.

His nose wrinkles at the invasion and he nods a little. "Right..." he blows out a soft breath. There are so many things that are sitting at the edges of his mind, but he doesn't want it to spill into this moment. "...Kiss me again." he mutters softly. He wants to stop thinking, just for a little bit longer.

From:

enoderedrum

Tipping his head, he looks over the other boys face a moment longer before he easily slides back into another kiss. It might not be as bitey as the first but it’s plenty warm, consuming. His hands slowly drift down away from his face to settle against his waist.

“I can do something else if you want?” He murmurs in a whisper, “guaranteed to stop your brain from working for a while.”

From:

greedbowstome

He eases into that kiss, something light and warm, all-encompassing in a way he really could lose himself in. If only he could just live in the way this feels, all the time.

The hands at his hips earn a pleased hum and he closes his eyes, nuzzling at Noah's neck. Some part of him, a very small, very quiet part of him at this moment, knows he should say no. There are so many reasons to turn that offer down.

But it's hard to deny himself the very thing he just asked for. He tilts his head up and nips carefully, light and playful at Noah's neck, leaning up to whisper against his ear, "I want you to empty every thought in my head right now."

From:

enoderedrum

“Every thought huh?” Noah smirks, amused because that’s not possible and if it is, he’s never experienced it. But, he pulls back enough to nod, their noses brushing in the process before he steals a few kisses meant for chasing, “high order but I’ll try.”

He does pull away completely for all of about five seconds to flip the light off. Not because being watched is an issue but it’s just one more way to shut the rest of the world out.

“Just stay with me. Don’t go anywhere else…” he breathes, moving back over. He hooks his finger under the hem of the others hoodie and draws it up and off. In the dark everything is just a silhouette and blurred shape. When he crawls back into his lap; his mouth is both sharp and soft, chasing and retreating when he push him to lay down more completely against the pillows, “just know I’ll stop if you want me to..:I won’t blame you.”

From:

greedbowstome

Oh, he chases. He can’t stop himself from it, those light, teasing kisses demand it. Given the exact right chance, he thinks distantly, Noah could really drive him wild. And this might be the first run of it. “I think you’ll manage.” He smirks into one last kiss, he’s doing the stealing of it this time, thanks.

There are nerves, here, but only the good kind. The anticipation of knowing something is coming but not precisely what, only that it will be good and it will be worth the wait. Kaz doesn’t mind the darkness, it’s an old friend, he knows it well, but he can’t say he’s ever met it quite like this before. It’s an interesting shift, a good one, by all counts.

He nods at the instruction, “I won’t,” he says it like he’s certain, because maybe if he can believe it right now, in this second, he could keep his mind away from all the intrusive things that might try to ruin this night. He does like the way Noah looks, silhouetted above him. There’s just a small enough amount of light from between closed blinds at a window in the far side of the room to see a little bit of an outline of him— but Kaz doesn’t need to see him, he knows what Noah looks like, and there’s something to be said about the inherent sensual feeling that this sort of low light adds to the moment.

Kaz sinks easily enough back against the pillows, “Noah,” he slides one hand up the ghost’s arm, to his shoulder, and to eventually cup his cheek. He pulls him, urges him closer, and says softly, “I trust you.” He punctuates the statement with a kiss, not nearly as soft as his voice seconds ago, this is wild and alive and hungry.

From:

enoderedrum

If it had been soft Noah probably would have second guessed this entire thing and let the logical part of his brain take over. Self sabotage. But it wasn’t soft. None of this was soft. Not really.

Everything was rushed and firm, starving for something that it felt like only the other person could offer. Noah took the opportunity to bite Kaz this time; the taste the copper against his tongue before he sucked it into his mouth completely. He trusted him. It was mutual and his heart felt heavy and light at the same time.

The kiss lingered a few moments before he smoothed one hand down between them; tracing bone and muscle and warmth until he slowly broke the kiss without moving away because he wanted to see his face, as much as he could, as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear. Curious fingers traced over the warm velvety shape of his length before palming him completely. But that isn’t all he wanted. Not even close.

He stole one more kiss and broke away from it to trail move down over his chest; pausing to bite him in a few places (not as sharply as he usually likes). Slowly, he continues the path down until he can curl his fingers around and tug the offending item of clothing off.

From:

greedbowstome

Lucky for them, neither of them seem to be in their proper minds at the moment. He clings to the affection, desperate in his own greed to keep going, to let Noah have control of this moment.

Fngertips skate across his body like an artist’s brush, tracing along smooth skin and lean lines of muscle, every second another shot of needy anticipation. He feels Noah’s fingers dip below his waistline and there is no stopping the soft hum of a moan in the back if his throat at the contact.

Kaz doesn’t let him go quite so easily, sitting up as the other boy tries to pull away, deepening the kiss, hungry and zealous to taste him again. Noah takes his time, and Kaz can appreciate that; it makes every brush of his lips and scrape of teeth feel like fire in his veins. He lifts his hips to aid Noah in getting the clothing out of the way.

He doesn’t want to think about all the reasons this might be a bad idea. How he should make Noah stop, that it shouldn’t be this way. This is different. This is his choice. And all he wants to know right now is nothing but the boy making him feel like that.

From:

enoderedrum

If Noah could do both things at once he never would break that kiss. It’s delicious, sharp and everything he could want in a kiss. The kind he could spend hours returning and be completely content with just that. But Kaz is lifting his hips and offering him more.

More contact. More of him. He’s choosing to give it. Permission.

Noah bites down on his bottom lip and in the dark he slides the fabric down enough that he can toss it off and away. Unnecessary thing. Useless obstacle. With them gone, he can lean over and situate himself between the other boys legs. A kiss is dropped to the inside of his bad knee and he’s mindful of that particular leg while still spreading a mixture of open mouthed kisses to his skin and playful bites and hat won’t leave any marks. They’re pointed little things in the moment, though and his hair brushes lightly along his path upwards.

One hand braces himself against the bed but the other trails firmly along the inside of the opposite thigh, squeezing there at the apex before he looks up offering a handful of seconds for Kaz to stop him. To tell him he’s changed his mind.

If he doesn’t, he won’t waste any time in running the flat of his tongue along the entire length of him; savoring both the texture and the taste until he reaches the tip and drops off to press a kiss to his low belly.

“Kaz…?” He probes softly, his voice thick with want but also a last warning. If he doesn’t want this, he has to say no.

From:

greedbowstome

These are new sensations, touches and kisses peppered across his skin in tantalizing their lightness. Barely-there brushes along his inner thigh that make something flutter in anticipation, low in his belly.

Noah stops, he gives him a chance to turn this around, be sensible and make him stop, but Kaz’s mind is clouded with the pleasure sensations and sensibility is not part of this equation.

“It’s okay,” he assures, his accent thicker on his tongue. He can't contain the gasp that escapes him when Noah runs his tongue along the length of him. The only thing thrumming through his body is want and more and don’t stop “Don’t stop,” he mutters, reaching to trail his fingertips along Noah's cheek. “Don’t stop.” Not now when he's throbbing with desire.

From:

enoderedrum

There’s a part of him that thinks this is wrong. This shouldn’t be happening. It isn’t his place. This boy isn’t his. This boy is Jespers. Period. He wonders if he’s making this happen. Is he really any better than the kind control of that place? He knows he isn’t consciously feeding him anything. What Kaz is feeling is his own thing. But…

…as much as he wants. As much as he craves this. Something in his gut is telling him no.

Swallowing pride and frustration and all of the discomfort, he shakes his head and then just drops his cheek against the others hip, “we can’t do this….”

From:

greedbowstome

"...what?" One word shouldn't hold so much inside of it, but it does, from first-brush confusion to the deeper look of something almost hurt, upset, maybe a touch embarrassed, even. He doesn't understand what just happened. Where all the rush and the fire had disappeared to.

From:

enoderedrum

Noah feels all of that at once and lifts his head, and then crawls up along the length of the other boys body. He never breaks contact; can’t. Won’t.

“I very much want to. Like….I’m drowning under how much I want you, but,” he sighs and steals a kiss, “you just got out of being mindfucked. And fucked while in mindfuck. I don’t want you to do this and then later think that I emotionally manipulated you into it. Which you know I wouldn’t do. Ever. But….” He worries his bottom lip, “Jes has been great but I don’t think he’d like that you did this with me.”

His heart starts beating again; hard, worried, sad, he wants, needs this but he…

“Please don’t be mad or leave…I want…..please…..” don’t get upset and leave me.

From:

greedbowstome

He doesn't move away, which seems like a good thing, at least. Calms a little bit of the sharp curls of disquiet from before. Noah drapes across him, and Kaz doesn't hate it, especially when he steals that kiss, returned easily.

He listens intently to the explanation that the other boy gives him. It makes sense enough, except... "I wouldn't," he shakes his head, "I know you wouldn't do that to me." The only time Noah's ever messed with Kaz's emotions at all were the times he wanted him to, to override the bad parts. But never unnecessarily or unwarranted.

"Where would I go?" He asks voice light, teasing, as he cups a hand around Noah's cheek. "I kidnapped you, after all," he smirks and pulls the other boy into a kiss. He has absolutely no plans of going anywhere tonight.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

MURDEREDONE