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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 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.”

[greedbowstome]

"Just saying," he mutters, drawing a nonsensical pattern against Noah's shoulder with his index finger. He nuzzles closer, content with Noah's fingers trailing through his hair.

A smirk curls around his lips at that. "I don't think I mind you being possessive." He's usually the one being possessive, making claims on people in different ways. Being on the other side of it might be... interesting.

[enoderedrum]

Amused by how soft the boy was being, Noah pushes up and rolls them over so that the Boss of the Crows is below him instead. He steals a kiss, or two, or four and then just sort of looks down at him.

He’s quiet for a baited moment and then he relaxes, “You’re not gonna regret this in the morning, are you…? I was careful to not….persuade you.” Is that what it’s called? Didn’t push his wants. Just…showed them to him. Shared.

[greedbowstome]

He doesn't fight him as he swaps their positions, a lazy smirk on his face as Noah kisses him over and over, each one met with just as much fondness as the last.

Kaz stares up at him, the tiniest, curious frown on his face as he tries to suss out what might be running through Noah's mind. "No," he shakes his head, reaching up to cup Noah's cheek, shaking his head a little. "You didn't. It wasn't... it feels different when you make me feel things. It wasn't like that..." he assures him with a slight shake of his head.

He brushes his thumb across Noah's cheek. "This... this was me. Just me. And I am not going to regret it in the morning." Because it was his choice, and his alone with no other influence. No spiked drinks at a party or drugs taken in desperation, no influence of Hell or a spell. It was just him, and right now that was everything, which probably spills out across that invisible string between them, a sticky-as-molasses mess that slowly fills up any empty spaces of doubt.

[enoderedrum]

Relief washes over him at that abs he feels every muscle in his body relax one by one. He drops his head until their foreheads are touching and he closes his eyes, “good.”

As long as that was clear between them, he could melt down completely and just enjoy the lazy closeness. Or that’s something he would do if he wasn’t an absolutely gremlin twenty-four-seven.

“Kaz…” he murmurs, “I’m not gonna be the one to top you but it would be so easy right now.” He trails off with a chuckle and rocks his hips forward to showcase his point.

[greedbowstome]

He nose wrinkles a little at the press of Noah's forehead against his, he doesn't need Noah to push his feelings onto him to be able to feel the relief rolling off of the other boy in waves. He presses a kiss softly to the corner of his mouth, a small reassurance.

He hisses in place of an outright groan at the friction that simple action creates. "You're terrible," he mutters, the words far too full of affection to be mistaken as anything else, reaching up to twine his fingers through the other boy's hair. "C'mere," he mumbles, tugging him back down to catch him in another kiss, deeper than the last.

[enoderedrum]

Noah laughs softly, "I'll add it to the growing list. Ridiculous, idiot, terrible..."

The kiss was becoming an easy thing and the ghost was happy for that. He thrived on this type of closeness. It didn't even have to be sexual, or naked. Just being able to be close and cuddle, kiss, be in someones personal space willingly - this mattered.

Noah returned the kiss but he did moan into it, chasing it before he has to halt himself, "Mmm...is this just kissing or are you wanting another round...downtown needs a memo."

[greedbowstome]

He chuckles lightly at that, unable to stop this unabashed amusement from bubbling up. This is becoming so simple, an easy thing he is doing with little thought or hesitation in it. He couldn't begin to explain why that's so important in so many words, so he lets the kisses explain it instead.

Kaz isn't sure why he didn't expect something ridiculous like that to come out of Noah's mouth, by now he should be used to it, but the comment has him almost choking on another laugh. "Saints," he mutters, twisting the ends of Noah's hair between his fingers. "Maybe more later... just kissing for now." He was to laze in this moment with him, to just enjoy the ease of it all for awhile.

[enoderedrum]

Humming softly, he glances down between them and murmurs: down.

But he's easily drawn back up and steals a kiss, "Just kissing for now...got it...lots, and lots...of kissing..." the corner of his mouth tips up in a smirk as he moves his mouth along Kaz's jaw, nipping a path down to roll his tongue over his pulse.

[greedbowstome]

He can't stop the grin that spreads across his face, "Yes," he whispers, tilting his head as Noah kisses across his jaw and down the side of his neck. "lots of time for that." he says softly, dragging his fingers lightly across Noah's spine.

[enoderedrum]

Opening his mouth he starts to bite around that tender bit of flesh but stops with a brush of teeth before he hums and noses back up to steal a real kiss. This continues for a while; a comfortable silence, sharp teeth and soothing tongues.

It's all safe and sound until he finds himself moving south again, running his teeth along the other boys ribs, "Don't worry...I'm not going there."

[greedbowstome]

That brush of teeth against his throat sends a shiver down his spine, the kiss met with fervor, one arm curling around the other boy to tug him in close. It's an easy trade of kisses and playful nips that goes on for a while and Kaz has no complaints in the least.

He doesn't even make a move to stop him when Noah starts traveling lower. He knows what he said, but he really can't complain about being made into a canvas for Noah's mouth. He smiles at that assurance, “It’s okay,” he drags his fingers through the other boy’s hair, “I trust you.” Noah has yet to give him a reason not to.

[enoderedrum]

That trust means a lot more considering it’s Kaz.

Noah leans into that hand in his hair and takes a breath as he pauses his little journey to cross his arms over the other boys middle, resting his chin there so he can look up at him, “….you swear there’s nothing spicy in your notebook? Cause tonight it giving me reason to believe there might be, now. Like a legitimate reason.” He grins slowly, “say something dirty in your weird ass pointy speech.”

did I just use Dutch, yes, #CloseEnough

[greedbowstome]

He snorts softly at that. "I swear there's not." He smirks a little and thinks about it for a moment before he decides on something. His accent is naturally more pronounced when he uses his native tongue. "...Kreun voor mij."