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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]

That mantra strokes the lizard part of his brain that wants to claim, take, keep, please, mine. All things he knows on some level he can't, but fuck if he doesn't want to.

The shove answers the last question he hadn't bothered to ask. Noah's mouth drops more nipping kisses along Illya's collarbone, no bruising to be had but there are definitely sharp little red marks leading their way over bone, the softer skin he draws little designs on with his tongue, sucking one nipple between his teeth without stopping everything else he was trying to focus on.

He does puff a little laugh, though at the last bit, "Didn't...plan on it."

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Illya practically wraps his arms around Noah's head as his mouth finds his breast. He bites his lip and when Noah stops to talk, he tightens his hold in a rather useless attempt to smother him back into place.

"Don't stop," he pleads, breathless and heavy. Every nerve ending feels like its on fire and it's too much and not enough all at once. Prokopenko fights back some of the filth threatening to fall from his mouth; he's just sober enough to want to avoid scaring Noah off.

The pressure of Noah's fingers shifts just right and Illya moans sharply, clutching all around him again as he pushed into coming again. His entire body trembles and tightens and he pants Noah's name.

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Even if he didn't hold it back, Noah wasn't running scared. He knew who Illya belonged to and he still wasn't going anywhere.

From the corner of his eye he could see the others face simultaneously tense and relax with pleasure; and it was beautiful. Illya was so fucking handsome it was almost too hard to concentrate. He licked a little off to the side and got a mouthful of the others breast, biting down again and leaving another mark just as he felt his cunt pulse around him. Waves of rippling muscle that begged for more of something, and his own body was more than willing to give it. It was a handful more of those heavier thrusts before his own orgasm snapped free; a heavy, heady monster that made him bury his face in the other neck, groaning and growling at the same time. Hips rolled stupidly for a few more moments and then he let his other hand drop to the sheets again to hold him steady so he cold just breathe.

[favoriteforgery]

He can feel it when Noah comes: the way his rhythm changes, the way he bites down and pushes his face against his neck. Again he burns with a hundred filthy things that disappear in the air as he tries to catch his breath. Illya wraps his legs around Noah, keeping him right where he is in case the other boy had some idea that he needs to pull away. His arms finally realx and he goes back to cradling Noah's head gently, fingers stroking through his hair as hips work mindlessly against him, seeking every last bit of pleasure to be had.

"Jesus, Czerny," he breaths at last, a smile in his voice as he stares at the ceiling. "Totally didn't think you had it in you."

He doesn't know why. Prokopenko has seen what mild-mannered boys are capable of, and he hadn't even known Noah at school.

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Reaching up he just chuckles breathlessly and covers Illya's mouth, making a 'shhhh' sound.

Noah was well aware of what people assumed about him. Gansey, and Adam, and Blue, Ronan not so much all had this image of him in their heads. They never said it, but he knew what they saw. Shy, innocent, bored, sad, etcetera, etcetera. Maybe he was when he was exhausted vapor and it was all he could be then, but it wasn't the full truth.

Nosing the others jaw again, he cleared his throat and carefully sat up enough to look down over his face, brows raised, "Do not tell me this was a test. I hate tests."

[favoriteforgery]

He closes his eyes, euphoric, when Noah covers his mouth. Prokopenko just lays there, breathing and soaking in how good he feels. His fingers stroke along Noah's neck and through his hair. Lazily, he moves his head as Noah nudges against his jaw.

The question makes him huff a tired laugh.

"Shit. If it was a test, K'd be here."

Illya reaches to pull Noah back down and into another languid, tasting kiss.

"This is just fun," he murmurs between them. "Just you and me and no on else."

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Noah made an amused sound before returning that kiss. The slower kiss melted him a little against the other body again and he moves his hand back up the short distance to brush the back of his fingers over Illyas cheekbone, then buried it in his hair.

“I like this.” It was a weakness Noah wasn’t shy about. Touch was more than a little important to him. It always had been.

[favoriteforgery]

"Me too," he murmurs, more shy than Noah because this feels like one of those things he never thought he'd have again. Proko sighs and gives Noah's shoulder a gentle nudge. "Should pull out before we end up glued together."

He doesn't really want Noah to pull out, but this is also a shared room and despite how good he feels now, some of his paranoia is starting to creep back.

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Groaning in subtle protest, Noah stole one more quick kiss and then pulled away, but reached to drag Illya up with him, keeping him close because kissing him felt too good.

“Okay,” he chuckled and nipped at his mouth, “You have to tell me to stop because if you don’t I don’t think I can.”

[favoriteforgery]

Illya makes a quiet sound, not quite protest, when Noah pulls him up and into a kiss. He leans into Noah, not sure he can keep upright on his own. So he slides his arms around the other boy's neck to hold on and just kind of leans into him.

"Why the fuck would we stop?" he asks, even if just a second ago he was worried about someone coming through the door. He kisses Noah again and sucks on his bottom lip with a low groan.

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Noahs hand wander over Illya's back, down over his ass where he pauses to grip his cheeks and pull him closer. The kiss continues because he doesn't want him to go but, the room is shared and he highly doubts Illya wants to be here when Blue and the other one came back.

He breaths a little sigh and turns his face to bite the others shoulder lightly, "Because you have to go back, don't you?"

[favoriteforgery]

He manages to straddle Noah without knocking them both over. "I don't want to get caught with pants off," he murmurs, head tipped as teeth scrape his shoulder. "You're right. But that's not the same thing as going back."

Kavinsky is his friend and his roommate but he sure as fuck doesn't get to give Prokopenko a curfew.

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Leaning back enough to nose him, Noah licked his lips and focused on Illya's face, "What do you want to do, then?" Besides the obvious.

He wasn't about to let go of him though until he got an answer, though.

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Proko pushes into another kiss and tries to get as close as he can. He reaches down between them to see if Noah's cock is still hard. Hard enough. It takes nothing to guide him back into his cunt and he drops his head for a second.

"Fuck you dry," he murmurs against Noah's ear.

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That was not the answer he was expecting, but he was not saying no. Noah does have to adjust just enough that they won't end up on the floor. His hands splay over Illya's hips and a groan starts as he sinks down over him again; immediately his cock gives an eager throb and he leans a bit into the heat against his ear.

"Stay after."

[favoriteforgery]

"Okay. Just don't let me pass out naked."

Maybe it's a lot to ask, but it's imperative to him. He'll even sleep without the binder off if he can manage to get a shirt on. Illya remembers how damn uncomfortable these beds are to sleep in but he doesn't care.

He moves his hips in lazy little circles, not quite ready to work much more than that yet. He kisses Noah again.

"Tell me something you wanna try."

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"I wouldn't. If I don't have to share you, I won't." But he did understand Illya's reasoning, and Noah would respect that. Surprise, respect can be a thing even here.

The beds are garbage. Maybe that's why he couldn't sleep before, but the lazy warmth of Illya in his lap made the idea a little more appealing. Or it would be if he wasn't so distracted by those damned swiveling hips. Noah kisses him back, just as lazy as the rest of this feels before his arms wrap around his waist, pulling him completely flush against him again, "What's your favorite?"

[favoriteforgery]

"Asked you first, shithead," he laughs as Noah closes what little space there is between them. Illya turns his head, trailing biting kisses down Noah's neck until he finds an unmarked place to leave another bruise. "You've been dead longer."

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"Which is why," he tipped his head a little to give Illya more room; at this point he didn't care if he was bruised everywhere by this boy, it felt good, "I'm not picky. I want..."

Sighing, he reached for Illya's wrists and shifted to push him backwards against the bed, pinning them over his head on the pillows, "...everything." He ducked down and brushed feather light kisses over his jaw, following the line of his neck, "I want you every way I can have you." His tongue snaked out, licking over and sucking briefly over where Illya's pulse beat, another sign they were alive, "I want you to ride me," his hips rolled languidly again, almost sliding completely free before sinking back in so, so slowly, "I want you on your knees, from behind, against a wall, in the shower...everywhere."

[favoriteforgery]

His back hits the bed and his breath escapes in a huff as Noah pins him in place. Illya whimpers when Noah nearly pulls out before he sinks back in.

"Choke me," he breathes, a little grin curving his mouth as he speaks. "With your dick or your hands, not sure I care. Fuck me everywhere you want to." Every surface, every orifice. He yanks Noah's head back up so he can kiss him again.

"Too bad we don't have lube. I'd tell you to fuck my ass."

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The yank pulls a hiss of pleasure from him and he bites into that kiss as some sort of retaliation for it. Not that he was actually upset about it, in fact he leaned into the others hand and then breathed a low sigh against his mouth, "Sit on my face and you can choke yourself."

Biting his chin lightly he hummed, "Next time then."

[favoriteforgery]

"You gotta pull out if you want that, tiger." Even after all this the offer makes him shiver. There have been, mostly, two kinds of boys in his life: ones that just didn't acknowledge the difference in his anatomy at all, avoiding it at all costs, or ones that called him a girl.

Then a handful, a small few, that didn't do either. He could count them on one hand.

Maybe it should be embarrassing that he could count the other kinds much higher. But right now none of it matters.

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Groaning softly, part protest, part acknowledgement, Noah did slowly pull free, sitting back enough to allow Illya to move. He absently pushed a hand back through his own hair and ran the other along the length of the others leg. Strong. Athlete? Dancer? Was it bad he wanted to bite him again?

[favoriteforgery]

He groans, too, when Noah pulls out. Illya rolls forward and collides into Noah to push him back. Whether he rides his dick or his face, it's gonna require a new position.

"You fuck anyone before you died?"

That's probably a shitty question to ask but Noah doesn't exactly strike him as a total virgin. Not after that.

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Falling backwards with a soft huff, he licks his lips and reaches for Illya's sides, one hand trailing down to absently trace the paw on his thigh.

"Girlfriend," he swallows softly, then shrugs, "That one moved on fast after the 'accident'. Don't even know where she went. ...why?"