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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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[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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.”

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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."

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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.”

[favoriteforgery]

Illya grins against Noah's neck and finds another place to leave a bruise. This one's higher, impossible to cover up: everyone will see it unless Noah decides to get creative.

Feeling more bold, he reaches between them to slip a hand inside Noah's pants - thank fuck for elastic bands - and beneath whatever else he's got on to finally touch his cock. He sighs as he slides his palm over it, curls his fingers around him to stroke slowly as he makes another bruise on Noah's neck.

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Lucky for Illya there isn’t anything underneath. Noah was literally trying to sleep before he had been texted. When he had made the decision to go all he did was throw on some shoes and headed out.

No regrets. Noah tipped his head back against the door and buried one hand up into the others hair; twisting, tugging, keeping him close because now that they were touching he didn’t want to let him go. He was so soft and warm. His free hand smoothed one pass over Illyas back; then curled his fingers and scratched over his hip, one finger hooking in the waist of those boxer briefs and snapping them with a soft snort.

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He bites harder when Noah makes the elastic snap. "Jackass," he mumbles against his skin before he pulls back. "Don't make me leave you here with blue balls."

He's grinning though and he kisses Noah again.

"We gonna just do it up against the door? Or are you a floor guy? Or are we gonna get really fuckin kinky and fuck around in a bed?"

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Chuckling against Illyas mouth he shoved his jeans down completely and kicked off his own joggers so he could push away from the door, arms wrapping around Illyas waist to half guise, half carry him to the middle bed.

“Bed. Floor. Shower. I don’t care.” But a bed tussle was pretty appealing.

[favoriteforgery]

Proko manages to get out of his jeans and his shoes without falling over. Between them, they get to the bed without dying. As soon as Proko feels the edge against the back of his legs, he uses his momentum to sit and promptly gets his hand on Noah's cock again. He licks a stripe up the length, teases the head with his tongue as he strokes his hand down.

"Shower huh? We can get creative later."

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Really it’s a miracle one of them didn’t trip on the way over to the bed. That tongue though. No, his whole mouth; the smiles, the grins, the sounds he made were all things Noah wanted to keep. To memorize because he’ll, he didn’t know if this was really just a one time thing. A curiosity. Just something that happened all the time without any real meaning but another part of him felt like it was different. If it wasn’t why would Illya tell him his first name the way he did?

Impossibly blue eyes watched him, watched the pink of his tongue run along his cock that was already mostly hard, rigid against the others palm, “Mm...hmm...sure.” Both hands carded back through the others hair, enjoying the softer feel of it then twisting again.

[favoriteforgery]

Illya guides Noah into his mouth without a second thought. He bobs down, takes him all the way. Look, he's been doing this for a while. And maybe that's weird but whatever. He's eager to do it with Noah.

One hand pushes up the hoodie; he can't take it off from this angle but he can encourage Noah to do it himself. As his hand slides back down, blunt nails scrape lightly down Noah's stomach. He slides his mouth back with a quiet moan and pops off Noah's cock with an obscene sound. His hand takes over again as he grins up at the other boy.

"What are we gonna do?"

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The hoodie was easily discarded; it was in the way anyway, tossed haphazardly somewhere else out of the way .

The moment he pulls off and grins at him like that, Noah urges him backwards further on the lot the bed with another hungry kiss he can taste himself just enough to know what he’d done but either way it wouldn’t have bothered him. He broke the kiss to reply, tongue teasingly brushing over the others bottom lip, “I thought this wasn’t supposed to happen till K’s party,” he admitted then nipped him sharply.

One hand smoothes down the others center, pushing his legs apart so he could settle between them; drawing his fingers along the inside of one thigh, “Is there anything you don’t want..?”

[favoriteforgery]

Proko moans under the kiss and nearly bites Noah's tongue before he pulls away. He lays back, flushed and quietly breathless.

"We can stop if you want," he offers. Prokopenko definitely doesn't care, but if Noah wants to save some of the mystery or something for the party, he gets it.

He swallows thickly as Noah pushes between his legs. Even as fingers tease up his thigh, Illya keeps his eyes on Noah's.

"Just don't call me a girl," he says quietly. "I'd hate to have to fuck you up."

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Noah was not about to stop. He had no intention to stop and he wouldn’t unless Illya really wanted him to.

Briefly his brows furrow and he looks over the others face before settling on top of him so that they were flush against one another; the contact was needed, skin to skin, and he shook his head, “You’re not a girl and I don’t see you as one.” He absently tugged Illyas hair, a pointed tug, a little less gentle than before, “Anything else?”

[favoriteforgery]

Illya's eyes nearly close as Noah pushes up against him. He's almost embarrassed about how turned on he is and his face gets hot when he thinks of Noah feeling how wet he is where he's pressed close.

"No," he breathes. "Everything else is uhm. On the table."

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Normally that many questions wouldn’t be that important but this case was different and he didn’t want to send Illya running for the hills just because he wasn’t aware of the yes’s or no’s.

Illyas face is hot and Noah smirks softly, watching his face from the short distance they’re apart, “Anyone ever tell you you’re cute when your embarrassed?”

With a chuckle he pushed himself up and sat back on his ankles, running his hands along the others body; tracing his ribs, hips, the outside of his thighs and then shifting further down as he spread a mixture of gentle kisses and biting over over his low belly.

[favoriteforgery]

"Oh fuck you," he groans when Noah calls him cute. There's no venom in it, though, and Illya watches as Noah pulls back. His body is fairly boyish: the dip of his waist negligible, the rise of his breasts small. But he's built well - a dancer, once upon a time - and as Noah's hands slide down, his thighs press against his sides.

He wets his lips and pushes up onto his elbows as Noah's mouth moves lower, kissing and biting his way down. On the outside of one thigh, right near his hip, is a dog paw tattoo.

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“Please do,” The jut of a hipbone catches his attention and he rolls his tongue over it, nipping, not biting, not yet.

The tattoo makes him tip his head to get a better look, “K?” He asks curiously, but it made sense. Either way, he busies himself moving on to even softer skin. The scent of him touches the most primal parts of his brain, and he litters inside of that same thigh with kisses, pausing at the apex to finally bite him; teeth clamp down and he sucks a matching mark into the others pale skin with a low pleased noise.

[favoriteforgery]

"His pack of wild dogs," he says as Noah takes notice of the tattoo. "We all have one."

Illya watches with bated breath as Noah moves lower, teasing the inside of his thigh. When he finally bites, Proko yelps. But rather than pulling away, he pushes a hand into Noah's hair to keep him right where he is. "Oh holy shit," he whines, knees tight against Noah's shoulders as the other boy sucks a bruise onto his thigh.

"Oh shit." He moves his hips, squirms but makes no attempt to pull away.

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The idea of the tattoo is something Noah likes; like a physical reminder you belong somewhere. Even if it does sort of imply ownership, too.

When he releases him, he hums and curls his fingers around the outside of his thighs to hold them apart without pulling away from the hand fisted in his own hair, the tug sends a hot tremor down his back, pooling in his core and he licks his lips to gather himself.

"I like it," he breathes, breath ghosting hot over the others heat, a contrast to the coolness of his fingertips that he hadn't even noticed yet. His tongue snaked out and rolled slowly over the wetness pooling between Illya's legs and holy shit...he tasted so good.

[favoriteforgery]

His thighs are trembling by the time Noah's tongue finally teases over him. Prokopenko drops back to the bed with a moan and he tries, makes a very solid attempt, not to drag Noah's head closer but fuck.

Illya can't help the way his hips lift, chasing the pressure and slick slide of Noah's tongue. "Oh my God," he sighs as he drops his head back. Without thinking, he slides a leg over one of Noah's shoulders.

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Absently, he runs his hand along the length of the leg thats slipped over his shoulder and pressed the opposite leg further apart so that he stays open.

Those sounds Illya make are something he knows he's going to want more of. They make his nerves light in ways he hadn't expected or remembered ever feeling despite his past experiences (which would have been a whole hell of a lot more if it hadn't been for Whelks stupidity.) Noah lets Illya's hip rock, and delves his tongue inside of him, twisting with every inward thrust of it.

One hand frees itself from the grip he has on the others thigh and his middle fingers slips inside curling upward, tugging lightly against the arch inside, at the same time his tongue slowly licks up along his clit. Now would probably be the moment Illya notes that his finger is probably a touch colder than it should be.

[favoriteforgery]

His free hand slides over the bed, gripping the sheets to avoid clawing too much at Noah. But he doesn't stop moving: he chases every slide and thrust of Noah's tongue, whimpers and moans when it moves just right. His hand goes tight in Noah's hair, dragging him in when the pressure is just right.

Illya gasps sharply as a cool finger slips into him and his hips jump. He mutters something that's definitely not in English and his toes curl as Noah's tongue slides over his clit. "Oh, fuck," he whines. "Gimme another one. Please. Please."