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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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Comments

[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.

[enoderedrum]

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.

[favoriteforgery]

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.

[enoderedrum]

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."

[enoderedrum]

"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."

[enoderedrum]

"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."

[enoderedrum]

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.

[enoderedrum]

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.

[enoderedrum]

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?"

[favoriteforgery]

"Curious," he admits. "Most guys don't know how to eat pussy but you kinda dived right in."

Noah also knew how to fuck, so like maybe he practiced but this makes more sense. Prokopenko rocks his hips lazily, apparently interested in taking his time now that he's up here, debating what he wants.

Everything, he wants everything. Noah has a lot of life to catch up with.

[enoderedrum]

Noah watched Illyas face, first it was curious, amused, then he reached up and hooked his hand around the back of his neck to pull him down for another kiss.

“You know...we have time, now. We don’t have to keep going, especially since...” well, Proko was going to be busy. So, so busy. “It’s not like you can’t call me again and keep making all of my ghost boy dreams comes true.” Chuckling lightly he looked over him again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[favoriteforgery]

"You wanna stop?"

He's not even mad, which feels like a surprise. Just curious. He's never had anyone tell him they wanted to wait before, or spread things out. Other than a select few, he's not really used to people coming back around.

Illya sits up after that kiss and pushes a hand through his hair.

"And just like... snuggle? Or something?"

Genuinely asking. This feels like new, uncertain territory.

[enoderedrum]

"I'm just saying we don't have to do it all in one night." Noah replies, but then Illya is sitting up and he absently flutters his fingers against his thighs again, "Or...was this supposed to be a one night thing...?"

Noah wasn't sure how anything worked anymore and really, given how they connected, he wasn't entirely sure what this was. He liked Proko. Liked being around him. Liked touching him. Liked the way he felt, the way he fit against him, the way he didn't pull away from any of his touches. But that didn't mean the other boy wanted anything other than-- yep, definitely wasn't good at this.

"Yeah, snuggling is underrated, okay? I give a good snuggle."

[favoriteforgery]

He suddenly feels quite exposed sitting where he is, but he pushes that down. No one had ever really given up sex with him in favor of cuddling. Most people... don't cuddle. Kavinsky, Jiang. And here, Frank.

Illya Prokopenko, one of the scourges of Aglionby and Henrietta, blushes.

"Okay. And--I mean I wasn't expecting... anything," he admits. He wasn't expecting that Noah would want him again, or want more, or anything at all. Proko flew into things without hopes. "But uhm. That sounds good."

[enoderedrum]

Noah broke out into a smile; one of those you don't really have to think about, just, something that genuinely makes you happy--that sort of smile. There was something about the reciprocated 'awkward' and the blushing that made him happy.

It also made him a little sad, because he could tell this was something Illya wasn't used to. Not even Noah was used to it anymore. For the last two years at least he avoided all contact. He went without because on the few occasions that he had touched someone they pulled away.

Carefully, he pushed himself up until he was actually sitting up, nose to nose with this impossible creature, and blue eyes once more sought out green, "I like you, Illya. So if you keep me around...get used to the soft stuff, too, okay?"

[favoriteforgery]

Proko tips his head down and kisses Noah's shoulder once he's close enough. "I'm not--"

He pauses, then lifts his head and lets himself kiss Noah full on the mouth.

"I'll try."

But no promises. He's impressively sober right now; maybe Noah won't like him anymore when he isn't. Because he's not sure he can stop all that. Not now. Not here.

"We should uhm. Put some clothes back on."

Part of him longs to feel skin against skin but he thinks the barrier of fabric would make him feel more secure, and it would always help take away some of the temptation to slide back towards filth.

[enoderedrum]

Try.

That little spark of...something...started up again. Hope, maybe? Surprise? Whatever it was, it was a dangerous feeling, scarier than the darkness he remembered fading into.

Another kiss. Maybe two, three. Then Noah carefully nudges Illya back onto the bed out of his lap so he can go retrieve their clothes, including the binder. Not because he wanted him to put it back on, but because he might want it.

Tugging his joggers back on, he tosses his grey hoodie at Illya's head with a small smirk, "Put that on. It's warmer."

[favoriteforgery]

Prokopenko foregoes his binder in favor of his t-shirt and Noah's hoodie. He pulls his boxer briefs back on and makes sure that his jeans are nearby but... doesn't get back into them just yet. Instead, he sits in Noah's bed, a bit shy but also very content in his hoodie.

He knows, in theory, what comes next. But it's Noah's room and Noah's bed, so he's kind of letting him take the lead on this one.

[enoderedrum]

Well, it won't be for too much longer, thankfully. Even Noah enjoys a little privacy and when you have two beds in the room with no barriers--even if one is Blue--it's not ideal.

Tugging a shirt on, he glances at Illya and hums thoughtfully before lifting the blankets at one corner and sliding underneath them, "When you said you'd try...did you mean to keep me or to get used to the soft stuff? Get under here."

[favoriteforgery]

"Yes?"

Proko eases under the blankets, content with the idea of being warm and cozy for a while. He doesn't know if Kavinsky is back yet. Sometimes he's just gone for a while.