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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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[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.

[enoderedrum]

It’s hard to explain the sudden jolt that one finger drawing around brings him but Noah sucks in a breath when one scar in particular is traced over on his thigh.

“Mm…” It isn’t like it’s painful or never seen. K sees the scar regularly but it’s an odd feeling having someone else find it.

[greedbowstome]

Scars are a dime a dozen to someone who grew up in a gang, so the feeling of the scar didn't raise much in way of alarms to him. However, Kaz pauses what he's doing, eyes floating up toward Noah's face, unsure if that was a sound of disapproval or not. "Is it okay?" he asks softly, pressing a kiss into the sharp arc of Noah's hip. He can always change direction if Noah doesn't like it.

[enoderedrum]

“No, no it’s fine,” he murmurs and then smirks bitterly, “just a souvenir from my stay in Hellburbia.”

It goes along with the pair on his wrists but he doesn’t point those out. He doesn’t want to think about it at all, honestly. Instead he cards his fingers back through the other boys hair affectionately, and shifts his leg a little more open.

[greedbowstome]

He arches into the feeling of Noah's fingers in his hair for a moment. The assurance goes a long way in pushing away whatever concerns he had, though, and he focuses his attention back on the very single-minded purpose of unraveling this boy.

The touches of fingertips to his inner thigh changes and Kaz peppers feather-light kisses to the sensitive skin there instead. He takes a moment to show attention to that scar, following the marred skin from end to end— the scar may be attached to unpleasant memories, but there's no reason not to gives him new ones to associate with it. It marks his skin, an imperfect blemish, but it does not take away from the beauty of this boy.

The anticipation is palpable in the air, he can taste the impatience of the moment on his tongue. He's still eager to make Noah feel like he has tonight. He drags a long line along the underside of Noah’s cock, savoring the taste of him before he closes his mouth around him.

[enoderedrum]

Unraveling him wouldn't be hard. Putting him back together might prove a bit more difficult. Especially when Kaz was taking his time with him like this. The impressions he gets as they waft off of him are...tender in a way and to be honest - he's definitely blushing in the dark. With visibility low, he can only assume some of what Kaz is going to do. Everything is mostly touch, sensation, anticipation.

The kisses being dropped to the scar surprise him and his brow furrows gently and his fingers card lovingly through the other boys hair. Those kisses weren't necessary. But they were...appreciated. For the most part he tried to just forget the scars existed. He hid them behind hoodie sleeves, wristbands, and kept his pants on or at least a hoodie big enough to cover it while he was wandering around at home.

But no, this boy...was shoving it right into the spotlight and--

Nope. Nevermind, trajectory changed and that felt so much better. This was the point where he just wanted to melt against the sheets and let the other do as he wished. This was the part where he became the easiest thing known to man. His breath sucks and hisses past his lips before he wets them with his tongue.

"God, yes..."

Combine being away from everyone he was close to physically for a month and some change, along with this thing he and Kaz have been dancing around for weeks - months - sensitive didn't even begin to describe this feeling.

Need.

[greedbowstome]

The sounds coming from Noah are a thrill all their own, the kind Kaz couldn't have expected to feel until he heard it, knew he was the cause of it, that it was both because of and for him. He isn't surprised that the ghost is vocal in bed, it fits perfectly alongside everything else Kaz knows about him in an almost endearing sort of way.

Kaz doesn't hate hearing he's doing something right, and the hiss of words is praise enough to send a tremor of pleasure down his spine. He takes his time, keeping a languid pace, trying to draw out more of those pleasant noises from the other boy with every swipe and swirl of his tongue.

[enoderedrum]

Draw he does. Noah finds himself on his back, arching a little on the sheets. And he has to wonder…is this all just instinct or, has Kaz thought about doing this enough that he just knows what the fuck to do. Whatever it is — it’s working.

Licking his lips again, he slides one hand into his own hair and the other brushes through and grips the other boys head. His murmurs of pleasure are lower in his throat now that the cords are a little damaged, but they’re there. Breathy and insistent. His cock throbs against the other boys tongue and his hips roll faintly, wanting more. Needing it. Craving it. Almost suffocating beneath the want to have it.

[greedbowstome]

There's a lot to be said for a vivid imagination. And imitation, too. He knows what he felt when Noah's mouth was on him, and he tries to replicate it. Apparently, it's working, if the way the other boy is reacting is anything to judge by.

When those fingers twist in his hair again, he can't help the soft hum of approval for it. He knows now, just how that sensation feels against an aching cock, and he does it again, more purposeful this time. He licks a long line along Noah's length, taking the chance to swirl his tongue softly around the head of his cock while giving himself a moment to breathe before taking him in his mouth again.

[enoderedrum]

The only problem with this is that Noah is very much a giver and the better he feels the more he wants to return the favor. His lungs flutter in his chest and he twists his fingers tighter into the icy strands of his hair to try and pull some of that stimulation away.

When Kaz pulls off to breathe, he chuckles thickly and lets go of the others hair to run his finger along the bridge of his cute nose, “I would tell you to spin around so I could give you another round but…that’s up to you…”

[greedbowstome]

He nose crinkles a little at the action, and he chuckles softly. "Who said I'm done with you?" he asks, a smirk uncurling across his lips before he presses a kiss low on Noah's belly, eyes sliding up to the other boy's face with that question. One thumb presses circles into his hip, gentle but firm.

[enoderedrum]

“Oh, I know you aren’t,” he chuckles and lifts his head to watch the other boys face, “I’m just greedy and want more.”

Easy as that.

Lifting his hand again he pushes the other boys hair back and hums lowly, “you’re really good at that.”

[greedbowstome]

"Well, greed has always worked for me." He smirks up at him.

He leans into the touch, "Mmm, coming for my ego now, are you?" He recognizes flattery when he hears it, thanks.

[enoderedrum]

“Kaz,” he chuckles, “focus.”

Though, to be honest, this was nice. Banter seemed to be something he enjoyed during sex. Or sex-y times since there would be no sex. The ghost drops his head back to the sheets and breathes a sigh.

Instead of talking, and instead of just letting it happen naturally; he takes a moment to push his emotions a little on the other boy. The longing that he’d held onto for a while now, the excitement of that kiss in the office, the pure unadulterated pleasure he got from making him come. All of it. And then the amusement and the urgency he felt.

Maybe even the promise of more.

[greedbowstome]

Focus, he has plenty of it, and he will get back to the task at hand; not to worry he hasn't forgotten nor does he plan to abandon him, unfinished.

He isn't expecting that rush of emotion swirling through him, and he can't stop the soft gasp as each part of that wave uncurls and settles in his chest, as if it were his own. Truthfully, some of it is, or at least matches his own feelings at any rate.

He wants to kiss him, to pour it all back into him, but instead, he shifts that desire as he slides Noah's length back into his mouth.

[enoderedrum]

A kiss isn’t necessary, apparently it can be poured through another channel. Noah feels the heat of his mouth at first but everything that follows is more than that; it heat, it’s mutual and it leaves him reaching above his head to fist the sheets as he moans shamelessly.

He knows he breathes his name but he’s more focused on not ripping the other boys hair out. His fingers relax and urge him on while his hips roll again. Not enough to gag him but enough to get some additional stimulation.

Everything is warmth and belonging and a hint of something primal just under the surface that’s gnashing teeth and growling need to claim.

[greedbowstome]

His name hanging on Noah's lips like a prayer is a sort of music he could never have imagined, and he hums his approval around him as the other boy's hips roll.

He slides one hand up across Noah's thigh and up to grip his hip, it's a little possessive, a silent mine. All of his focus is on this beautiful boy, teasing sweet sounds out of him and working to send Noah careening over that edge.

[enoderedrum]

After months of want, it’s no real surprise that this doesn’t last long. He manages to hold off long enough to enjoy it, to savor it, to give Kaz the time to enjoy giving it to him but inevitably it gets to be too much. Too much warmth, too much wet heat, too much—-

“Oh, fuck—,” the ‘k’ is almost stuttered as he seems uncertain about pushing him away or pulling him closer when those fireworks go off somewhere in the back of his head. Muscles tremble and he squirms faintly against the sheets before his body turns into fucking jello.

All he can hear for a few moments is his pulse in his ears but when he comes back to earth he reaches for him blindly, “mm.”

[greedbowstome]

Somehow, being on this side? Equally satisfying as the other. Knowing that he was the reason for the way the other boy writhes beneath him is a kind of intoxication he could never have imagined. He definitely wants to do that again.

He crawls back up the length of Noah's body, hands skating across skin, and once he's close enough, he finally kisses him again, a crushing thing made of teeth and tongue, needy and warm and possessive.

[enoderedrum]

This whole possessive angle Kaz is going in is definitely something Noah could get used to.

The movement is so natural that it feels like they’ve done this before; the way he loops his arms around him and drags him in. The way the kiss is met and returned and the way his legs naturally bend and tug him in closer between them.

Caged.
Caught.
Mine — for now.

Body language mirrors that same possessive notion but he slows the kiss down and warms it into languid rolls of his tongue that chase him for a moment and then draw away so he can smirk up at him in the dark, “I think you’ll sleep better now.”

[greedbowstome]

Kaz practically melts against him when he pulls him in closer, humming softly, nipping at Noah's lower lip. He could be content here, for the rest of the night, even in the way Noah slows it down, easy and unhurried.

He huffs a soft laugh at that and buries his face in the crook of Noah's neck. "Hmm, maybe. Yes..." he mutters the words against his skin. He tilts his head a little to look up at him again, "You still can't leave." he points out lazily, his tone very matter-of-fact. Not now. Especially not now.

He needs this part, too. The simple act of being with him, his body running on an unimaginable high, his muscles loose from the tension usually so tightly curled in them, his mind in a wonderful, melty sort of place that refuses to let unwanted and unpleasant things in. Fingers of one hand skate idly across Noah's chest for no other reason than he can.

[enoderedrum]

“Leave?” Noah snorts and slides his hand deeper up into the others hair to keep him close, “leave you alone, naked in someone’s empty hotel room? I wouldn’t do that.”

There’s a long pause.

“I’m a little more possessive than that.”