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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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[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.

[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.

[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.”

[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.

[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.”

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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…”

[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."

[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.

[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.

[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.”

[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."

[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.

[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?"

[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.

[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.

[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?"

[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.

[kidgloved]

"Jesper." Wylan's voice comes out groggy as he sits up beside him. "Who are you on the phone with?" He reaches for the phone trying to take it from him.

"It's late." He says quietly. "Just tell them you're going to bed."

Not that he gives Jesper a chance to respond. He manages to pull his phone from his hands, not bothering to see who he was actually talking to before he just disconnects the call. He sets the phone back on the nightstand and tugs on Jesper to lay back down.

[greedbowstome]

Kaz isn't all that bothered by the disconnect of the call, truthfully. He just lets the phone slide out of his hand and leans back with a groan. "You're an arse." he says, but there's almost a laugh in the words and as though to prove his point, he reaches down to tug Noah's hair a bit.

[enoderedrum]

“I am?” Noah asks when he pulls off long enough to lick up any excess drool and stroke over the others length idly now that he’s off of the phone, “I’m a little more pleasant than that, I think.”

[greedbowstome]

This time, at lea, he doesn't have to contain the soft sound of approval that hums in the back of his throat at the sensation. "That was sort of the problem," he huffs a laugh. "I could hardly talk– I could barely think..."

He shakes his head a little, reaching to drags his fingers through Noah's hair again. "Why didn't you wait?" he asks through another soft amused sound.

[enoderedrum]

“Couldn’t,” he shrugs and leans briefly into that hand and rolls the smooth underside of his tongue back and forth over the tip of the other boys length, “…he say no or what?”