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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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Comments

[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?”

[greedbowstome]

He can't stop the involuntary way his body arches in reaction, "Not outright, but he was sleeping... or trying to. And Wylan's the one that hung up."

Some part of him knows everything about this is wrong and twisted and backwards, but he can't bring himself to care. His entire world was turned upside down for over a month, if he thinks about it too long, he still feels too wrong in his own skin. Even if they aren't ideal choices, these are his choices. Truly his own.

And if he's completely honest? He doesn't think anything that feels this good can be that bad of a decision.

[enoderedrum]

“You’re getting in your head again….stop it, or I will…” Noah murmurs before wrapping his mouth around Kaz’s cock. He tastes warm and salty; made of good and bad decisions. He bobs over him slowly and continues to stroke the base of him with his hand.

It would be so easy to move this further but he tries not to think about that. His eyes turn upwards to watch his face and he wonders in Hellburbia how…what did they do? Who did what? Does he remember how it felt? Was he comparing?

[greedbowstome]

"I'm not...I swear." And if he was, he certainly isn't anymore. As Noah takes him into his mouth, he doesn't hold back the moan that bubbles up in the back of his throat. His fingers seek whatever part of him he can reach, just wanting to touch as he's drowning in the warm heat of Noah's mouth.

[enoderedrum]

Noah practically purrs around him, mindful of his sharper fangs as usual, and swallows around him. Deep into his throat, as far as the other boys body will allow. It’s a little like heaven and the hand in his hair is affectionate enough that his eyes flutter closed on a moan.

He thinks back onto that time when he told Kaz he could hold his breath for at least eleven minutes and now was the perfect time to showcase that, he supposed. A survival skill both out and in the bedroom.

[greedbowstome]

The vibration of that purr sends a shock of pleasure through him and makes him arch into the feeling to chase it. It's even better when Noah moans around him. "Saints, Noah," he mutters, his voice a quiet rasp.

[enoderedrum]

The purring doesn’t let up, but he does release him enough to bob over his length instead. Offering more friction to draw more of those noises from him. For just a while he wants to be selfish and thoroughly enjoy this boy that isn’t supposed to be his.

He savors the taste of him, the weight against his tongue, the noises he makes and the breaths he takes. All of it swims around inside his head and makes it worth it. If he’s an ass in the morning then so be it. He won’t regret making this boy feel the way he feels.

[greedbowstome]

The noises don't stop, he can't stop them— gasps hitch in the back of his throat, moans of pleasure drawing long and low. Every new swipe of the other boy’s tongue makes him lose all his senses until the slow, languished build of the blinding white-hot pleasure becomes the only thing he knows. The feeling builds to a crescendo that makes him certain there is electricity or fire running through his veins, Noah’s name falling from his lips like a prayer.

Kaz’s entire body is a live wire in the aftermath, every barely-there brush of skin like an aftershock of pleasure rushing through him. His hands seek purchase anywhere rush can find, running across Noah’s sides, his arms, his chest, greedily urging Noah back up the length of his body so he can crash into him, a hungry kiss full of want, his mind thrumming with more, his body screaming don’t stop.