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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.

 

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[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.

[enoderedrum]

All this time, this beautiful thing was living underneath all of that trauma and angst. It was pure, and raw, and vulnerable-- safe under the blanket of the dark room. The ghost was easily drawn up for a breath and then promptly drowned himself in that kiss; the taste a mixture of relief and even more want crashing around against their tongues.

But they had to stop at some point. Had to. Even if he didn't want to -- and even if it felt like Kaz didn't either. There had to be a stopping point. Eventually. But that wasn't right this second. Reaching around he found one of Kaz's hands and tore it away from his side and guided it down between them.

He smirked softly and murmured against the others mouth, "don't be selfish..."

[greedbowstome]

Stopping is not anywhere on Kaz's mind right now. He's not sure he could have even if Noah asked for it at this point.

He smirks against Noah's mouth when he guides his hand down and shakes his head, "I won't be, promise..." he kisses him again, a little rougher than before. He wants to pour everything he's feeling right now directly into Noah's veins. To make him feel the same way he does in this moment.

Kaz presses his palm flat against Noah's chest and guides him back, following his own urgency and kissing him again, moving across his jaw, nipping at his neck and down to his collarbone. He may have no experience to speak of, but he's had years to think about what it would be like to be someone's undoing. He's going to take his time with it and savor it.

[enoderedrum]

Noah has half a second to be confused before he feels it. All of it. And that kiss is full of enough that he stops breathing. His lungs ache and he isn't sure if he should be moving backwards, bracing himself for whatever this boy wants or diving deeper into that kiss.

A softer moan is breathed into his mouth, almost begging for him to keep going, and he does move back with that press. He walks backwards a bit on his hands and tips his head back with a breath, giving the other as much room as he wants as he untangles them that last little bit.

"...Bite. You can bite. You don't have to be gentle..."

[greedbowstome]

It's an absolute deluge when it comes: The rosy-pink softness that is absolutely crush crush crush in emotional form, the fire-spark of desire he'd felt before, the tingle of anticipation, the intoxication of just getting to touch no matter what; it's a dozen, a hundred, other things mixed together in a messy, imperfect, beautiful thing, an overwhelming, dizzying swirl of everything at once.

"I just don't want to–" hurt you. "I'm not used to–" the fangs. He shakes the thought away and murmurs against his skin, "but if you're sure..." At first, the nips are light, teasing, testing as much for Noah as it is for himself until he finally bites at the tender flesh where Noah's neck and shoulder meet.

[enoderedrum]

Oh, that was cute. But they were so blended together in this moment that he wasn't certain if the feeling was coming from him, or Kaz. But he wanted to wrap himself up in it and stay for a while.

Noah smiles in the dark and steals another kiss, "Baby, you're not gonna hurt me," he promises and lets go of him enough to let him trail his mouth over his skin. He feels the faint, at first, touch of fangs but he isn't scared of it. It's exciting; that thrill of knowing there's going to be an edge of pain riding along with all of the fluffy feelings he's coasting on. And then it's there, still not as sharp as he was urging, but he wouldn't force him to fully bite down if he wasn't comfortable.

[greedbowstome]

It probably isn't what he's used to, but none of this is what Kaz is used to, so there's a learning curve. Every part of this is a new experience with its own sort of thrill.

Kaz peppers a trail of kisses and playful nips down the length of his body, chest, stomach, hips. His fingers of one hand draw nonsensical patterns against the sensitive skin of Noah's inner thigh.