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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]

The kiss is something he drowns a little in again, that desire for touch and warmth, connection is the only thing keeping him from pulling away to find somewhere---private wasn't entirely necessary. Whomever was up there or below them didn't matter.

His hand slowly shook off Proko's grip and reached down to tuck just under the hem of his shirt; soft skin, warm, he wanted to kiss all of it he realized but he was content at the moment just just melt against him, fitting where they could in the mostly uncomfortable theatre seats.

And at first he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, until his fingers brushed where the binder began. And he felt the flutter of what felt like panic; it wasn't physical, just something he had always been good at. Feeling people. Noah broke the kiss again to breathe, but chose to pepper his mouth with softer kisses instead of pulling away completely.

[favoriteforgery]

His breath catches and Proko nearly chokes on air when Noah's hand finds the edge of his binder. His own flies up to pin Noah's in place and he's not sure if he's trying to keep him from going further or trying to keep him from pulling away. His face gets hot for all the wrong reasons and he realizes how fucking stupid this was.

He can still die, even here. Kavinsky proved that.

Prokopenko scrambles to think of something, struggles to grasp a reaction of his own: anger, acid, apology. He isn't sure which he needs. Noah's still kissing him and he doesn't know what that means.

He almost says I can explain. But he doesn't, voice frozen in his throat and body suddenly still beneath Noah's. Ready to fight. Ready to flee.

[enoderedrum]

Noah feels all of that and stills just enough that he can pull back and look over Proko's face.

"Doesn't change anything," he murmurs and smirks softly as he nips the others chin, "Relax."

Noah wasn't the type to bolt over something like this; it wasn't a small thing, but it wasn't huge either. His fingers brushed along the edge of the binder again, then smoothed down, fingers splayed against his side, "Unless you don't want..."

[favoriteforgery]

God, he wants. Something shivers apart inside him, and he's still not totally relaxed but at least he's not on the verge of violence or escape. Proko wets his lips and just nods a little, trying to find words again after the blank horror that flashed through his head.

"No. I do. It's cool...?" He looks at Noah with a question. He needs to hear it again. This shit had been a tight secret for most of his life, especially at Aglionby. He'd managed to hide it from the entire baseball team when he'd been playing.

[enoderedrum]

Settling, calming, Noah smirks softly and sits back enough for Proko to really see his face, "Proko. It's more than fine. You're you. I'm here cause of that. And I'm staying cause of that." If it bothered him, he would have been up, stealing candy for the road and on his way back to the insomnia inducing room he's in.

[favoriteforgery]

"Illya," he says, possibly in a fit of stupidity. "My name's Illya."

The fuck is he even doing? It doesn't matter. He reaches to pull Noah back down into a kiss so he'll stop fucking thinking. He reaches down to find Noah's hand agaiin, to guide it back up to where his binder closes on the side. An invitation.

[enoderedrum]

For a brief moment, he looks confused but then he chuckles softly. He was mid repeat of the name when he's pulled back down into a kiss he does not refuse to reciprocate. Kissing Proko--no--Illya feels so much better than not.

What actually does surprise him is when his hand is moved again. He feels the closures with his fingertip and makes a curious sound because he isn't certain the message he was getting was the real one.

[favoriteforgery]

Illya makes himself clear: he starts trying to unhook the binder on his own: it's easier from Noah's angle but he can get it on and off on his own. He almost hates how bad he wants to feel Noah's hands everywhere. But it feels so good to just--not worry that something bad is about to happen with a boy he likes.

[enoderedrum]

Nope, he was getting the right message. The others impatience over it makes him puff a little chuckle against his mouth before his fingers nudge Illya's hand away so he can finish it. And the moment it's free he lets his hand just wander. Memorizing the soft feel of skin, the heart beating wildly beneath flesh and bone, the swell of breast tissue that doesn't matter in the slightest; thumb brushing over a nipple and back down to feel along fluttering abs.

Oh, he wanted this boy. He did.

[favoriteforgery]

They're small, at least. Noah can maybe get a good handful but that's it. Illya trembles beneath him, arching into his touch as soon as he allows himself to have it.

"Fuck, Noah--" His voice catches on a moan and he pushes his hands beneath the loose hoodie, beneath whatever's under it because he needs skin on skin. Just to feel it beneath his palms. Noah is warm and hard and perfect and he can't help the way he rocks his hips up, mindlessly seeking friction.

[enoderedrum]

Adjusting he moves his hand to grip beneath the others knee, pulling it up so he could slide his thigh between Illya’s legs. This really wasn’t the best place for this but Noah didn’t have the want to move either.

[favoriteforgery]

He moans low in his throat and pushes against Noah's thigh as it pushes up against him. A movie theater really isn't ideal, if only because they're trying to be horizontal and the seats are not quite wide enough. But he doesn't want to pull away, afraid that stopping will somehow make Noah change his mind.

He doesn't know where this stops, how it ends; he just knows he wants to keep going.

[enoderedrum]

Noah doesn’t want to stop but what they apparently want is not suitable for theatre seating. He pulls back with a chuckle and tugs him up with him, grabbing the binder and shoving it into his sweatshirt pocket, “Lets go somewhere else. Anywhere.”

[favoriteforgery]

"Fuck. Okay, okay."

His face gets hot when he realizes Noah's stuffed the binder into his pocket. That shouldn't be a turn on, but. It kind of is. What if he keeps it? Proko knows, really, he doesn't need to worry. K is a shithead but he'll protect him if something bad goes down.

He just hates feeling like he might have done something stupid.

Illya manages to get up without falling over and he's content to abandon what's left of their snacks to the rats or whatever else haunts the theater.

"You have a room, right?"

[enoderedrum]

Noah pulled Illya in close, lacing their fingers as he tugged them out of the theatre, “Uh, yes but I’m sharing with Blue and someone else at the moment.” He paused and looked over the others face before being tempted into another kiss.

He grabbed his face and hummed softly, teeth nipping playfully at his lips, “She’s not there. Can kick the other one out. Unless...?”

[favoriteforgery]

All Illya can do is shake his head at the bare suggestion of going back to his room. They made rules, him and Kavinsky. Or maybe Illya made them to make things more bearable. But the main one is this: no fucking in the room without each other.

"We can't. Not unless you want Kavinsky involved."

He'll explain later.

"I can scare off anyone we need to."

[enoderedrum]

“Pass,” For now at least. Now, all he saw, all he wanted was Proko. He hummed again and pulled away to tug him along again, “Not totally opposed but, I want you not K.”

[favoriteforgery]

He nods and pulls Noah back into a kiss before they leave the theater proper. He lets Noah lead, even if Illya knows generally where they're going.

If he closes his eyes, this could be Henreitta, or somewhere else. This probably would have been impossible alive, but he has it here. Prokopenko pushes that out of his head and focuses on how it feels to grip Noah's hand.

[enoderedrum]

The trip is short. Or it feels short, but when they get there, Blue is in fact gone. And surprisingly the other one is too. Whoever they were. He wasn’t sure and he hadn’t been around much to really meet them.

Illya didn’t have to scare anyone away(part of him secretly would have enjoyed seeing that to be honest).

Letting go of his hand he closed the door and locked it behind them, pressing his back against it and tugging Illya back in against him, “Looks like you didn’t have to bite anyone.”

[favoriteforgery]

Prokopenko is actually relieved that no one is there. Violently ejecting someone isn't exactly something he's reluctant to do, but he's glad he doesn't have to.

He laughs, breathless, when Noah locks the door and pulls him close.

"That mean you don't want me to bite you?"

[enoderedrum]

Grinning he carefully pulls the binder out of his pocket and sets it aside, then tugs his hoodie off, using it to pull him back in close, “No, you can bite me all you want.”

He smiles against his mouth, breathing him in again and reaching to grab the hem of Illyas shirt to work it up over his head.

[favoriteforgery]

There's a second right before Noah gets his shirt off that it seems like Illya might not let him. But then the fabric is up and over his head and he's standing bare-chested in front of the other boy. He resists the urge to cover himself. Noah doesn't care. Noah wants him, just like this.

So instead of getting all up in his head, Illya presses close and trails his mouth down Noah's neck until he finds a good place to bite and suck a bruise into being.

[enoderedrum]

Noah allows himself a half of a second to actually look over Illyas body before he distracts the hell out of him instead. His eyes lid and he leans against the door, letting Illya do what he wants; but it’s the feel of teeth that actually pull a moan from his throat.

Both hands reach for the others hips, trailing along the waist band before blindly reaching between them to get his pants undone and shoved over his hips.

“You know those are a sign of possessiveness...” he breathes. “Marking territory.”

[favoriteforgery]

Illya goes tense when, very quickly, his jeans are shoved down around his hips. The boxerbriefs he's wearing almost go with them.

"Then I'm marking territory," he mutters against Noah's skin once he lets go. There's already a bruise forming and he can't wait to see it get darker. He bites higher, just careful scrapes of his teeth until he catches Noah's earlobe between them.

"Sounds like you like it, Czerny."

[enoderedrum]

That shouldn’t be as thrilling as it is. To be claimed by someone, even if it might not be a serious claim; who is he to judge? He doesn’t exactly feel like he deserves it, though. But then no one sees their real worth do they? If Illya wants to claim him—Noah wouldn’t stop him. Not when he felt this good to be close to.

The touch of teeth is enough to make him sag against the door, another pleased groan echoing before he leans over and noses the others shoulder, “Probably because I do. Do it again.”