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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
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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.

From:

enoderedrum

That….was easier than he expected. Noah even has it in him to be a little confused by the lack of storming off or some other immature behavior that he figured would come. But nope, that isn’t there. It’s still all warmth and…humor?

He returns that kiss and then breaks it to arch a brow in the dark, “Wait. This was a kidnapping? I’m in a hostage situation? Sorry but no one’s gonna pay that ransom. You’ll be stuck with me forever if you go through with this.”

From:

greedbowstome

The confusion is endearing. He smiles, a soft, genuine thing that's hidden in the quiet dark of the room. Unfortunate for Noah.

“Didnt even know it was happening. I'm a professional thief. And I'm very good at what I do.” he nods, an easy smirk rolling across his lips. “Lucky for me, I don't need money. Just your time.” For him to just stay, which does seem to be the theme of the night.

From:

enoderedrum

“Time is all I have,” that — is the sad truth of it.

Idly he brushes his nose along the others jaw and just enjoys the way they’re fit together for a moment. Something that he didn’t think would ever actually be in their cards. Kaz and someone else’s, yeah. But not theirs.

The hint of longing returns and he sighs, “you can still kiss me you know.”

From:

greedbowstome

"S'all I need," he reiterates quietly. He doesn't shy away from the way Noah nuzzles against him and he doesn't think it will ever stop being awe-striking. It's just so bizarre that any of it is possible, that it feels this easy and simple.

He laughs softly, "You're the one that pulled the stops, you know." he teases lightly, but he makes up for it with a kiss on cue anyway.

From:

enoderedrum

“I’m trying to be mature and responsible, here,” he mumbles against the other boys mouth. But like a moth to a flame he easily gets caught up in a good kiss. He sighs quietly and shifts a little higher to deepen another kiss on the way, “…that’s surprisingly hard for me sometimes…”

Like now. Definitely like now.

So, sex is definitely off the menu. Oral is also off the menu because it’s too easy to slide from that into sex. But everything else is free game. At least that’s the way his mind works.

Naturally, to emphasize his lack of responsibility one hand sneaks back down in the dark and wraps around the other boys length to stroke over him questioningly. He can still touch, yes?

From:

greedbowstome

"Sure," he mutters against Noah's lips, kissing him again. "Very mature," and another, "the most responsible." He smirks at that admission, though he can't say he's surprised. Noah does a lot of things because he should, or for other people despite himself, it can't be an easy guise to wear all the time.

He wasn't expecting that– should have, maybe, all things considered, but definitely didn't– and the gasp that comes at the unexpectedness of the contact heads off into a soft hum in the back of his throat.

Definitely a yes.

From:

enoderedrum

Noah actually chuckles, “don’t mock me. I’m really trying here. You’ll thank me later,” he nips at the other boys bottom lip and for a moment just enjoys the brush of lips and the tease of tongue as kisses are chased and run from. He catches one on that gasp and smirks into it as his fingers coil with more purpose, pulsing with every following stroke.

“I really shouldn’t even be doing this,” he admits, “I sort of lack self control…”

From:

greedbowstome

"Not mocking," He assures him, and he hums at the feeling of the bite, grinning as he deepens the next kiss he catches against Noah's mouth.

There's a difference in the feel of another person's hand controlling the strokes, enticing in the unfamiliar. "Maybe not," he mutters, "but I really don't want you to stop." He kisses Noah again, making sure to include tongue this time. A smirk crosses his lips at that last part. "Yeah, I'm familiar with the sort."

From:

enoderedrum

“Kaz….stop thinking about Jesper when my hands on your dick,” he snorts softly and shifts over to straddle his hips. He pauses his stroking just long enough to hook his own length into the mix; stroking them together.

He bites at his mouth and draws him in for a hungrier kiss now that they’re closer, heart pounding as everything else starts to fade away again. The joking slowly disappears and he breathes a lower groan as his hips roll forward.

From:

greedbowstome

"I..." anything he might have said cuts off in a huff of a laugh because he can't say he 'wasn't', not really. But it was a passive thought, not really anything he was actively drawing on. Tring to explain any of it will help nothing, so he just lets it go altogether.

He lets everything that isn't Noah disappear, and Saints, it's easy when he's kissing him like that. Kaz reaches up to tug him in closer, fingers tangling in Noah's hair as he crashes together with him in a desperate need.

From:

enoderedrum

It’s desperate but manages to remain warm and intimate even if they are two overly eager boys in a dark hotel room. Noah arches into the other, and breathes a moan as his hips languidly roll, grinding himself into his hand and against the others length.

Every brush of his tongue is a silent; I missed your cranky ass and a don’t leave me again. Don’t leave us. Stay.

And somewhere in the recesses of his mind he knows one day, one day, this will all disappear. They’ll go back where they came from and any memory of this happening will be destroyed but right now…right now they have this.

“Really hate being responsible.”

From:

greedbowstome

He nips at Noah's lower lip, a moan lost somewhere deep in the other boy's mouth at the delightful friction happening. He kisses lightly across Noah's jaw, nuzzling against his neck. He chuckles lightly at that comment, "Well you know," he snaps his teeth playfully at Noah's ear, "you're the one that decided that part was necessary."

From:

enoderedrum

“For Jespers sake mostly!” Noah huffed and mumbled something about Kaz being a horrible human being and how he’s terrible at being responsible and blah blah blah because ultimately it’s just complaining that’s going to lead to one thing: “Call Jesper and give him the room number. My willpower is shot thanks to you and and him being here is the only thing gonna keep me from feeling like a guilty ass tomorrow.” He looks up, “go on. Call him. Now.”

Because a few seconds later he’s abandoned all handy efforts and replaced them all with something more mouthy. It isn’t a difficult thing to crawl back down a few feet and pull the other boys length back into his mouth; completely this time. No warning. It’s Kaz’s own fault. If he wants to play - they can play.

From:

greedbowstome

The huffiness is kind of endearing, Kaz isn't sure it should be, but it is. A laugh bubbles up out of him, unguarded and unbidden, one of the most genuine sounds that's probably ever passed Kaz Brekker's lips. "Saints, are you serious?" The insistence answers that all on its own.

"Saints," he mutters again, it's much more of a swear this time as he reaches for the phone– why, he couldn't say, there was nothing forcing his hand, here. Still, all the same, he dials his sharpshooter, lazing across the mound of pillows behind them.

He didn't expect Noah to resume his earlier teasing efforts right when the phone started ringing. "Oh, Saints, I hate you–" he whispers, biting his lip to suppress a moan escaping into the phone's speaker. "JEsper?"

From:

triggerguard

Elsewhere in the hotel, some people were attempting to sleep for the first time in a month. That chiefly included Jesper and Wylan--the former of which was blindly reaching out to answer the call coming in at the ungodly hour of whatever-in-the-fuck AM.

"Hm-lo? Kaz?" That is the half-asleep murmuring of a certain sharpshooter.

From:

greedbowstome

"Oh, Saints, you were asleep...He was asleep, why did you–" Honestly, who sleeps in Hell anyway? It's hard to think through the haze of whatever Noah is doing with his tongue right now. Why was he even on the phone?

Oh. Right. "I– um... I found Noah," he huffs an amused scoff. "And, uh, you... you should come downstairs... we're in 132." An otherwise empty room, save for the pair of them. He rolls his lips together and tilts his head back.

From:

triggerguard

"I was trying for it..." Which means he either was or at least was well on his way to it. A month without even a nap kind of makes passing out seem like a good idea.

But there's that mention of Noah and a room. "Wh-mm," A curious hum, soft as his whispers. "Do I want to know why you're down in a room instead of up in your suite?" He looks back to Wylan, wondering how awake he is and wondering if he should even be thinking of going. "You know I'm not alone right now, right?"

From:

greedbowstome

"Right." Sorry about that, Jesper.

He might have said 'it isn't what it sounds like' any other time and it wouldn't have been a lie. Claiming it wasn't would be the lie this time– it's sort of exactly what it sounds like. "Jus– uh no– I mean, I know, obviously you're not... I just thou– I don't know what I thought... we're in 132."

You know.
If you change your mind.
Can't sleep.
Get bored.
Whatever.

He can't think coherently right now.

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