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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

[enoderedrum]

[ Noah settles, and part of him allows himself to enjoy that lighter touch. Touch without a real attachment...

He watches Matthews face and nods after a moment, tongue licking lightly over his bottom lip. ]

Yeah. That happens a lot...

[dreamthing]

Just because there’s nothing else to do?

[ It seems like a weird hobby to Matthew even if kissing Noah had felt really good and made him feel warm all over.

Why is Noah’s tongue so hard to ignore? Matthew’s eyes keep getting drawn to Noah’s mouth and he can’t seem to stop it. ]

It felt good... I haven’t done that a lot.

[enoderedrum]

Because it's the only real good thing to enjoy in between the bad things that happen here. We get broken, and then we help put each other back together...

[ Noah can feel Matthews attention and right now he isn't sure if he wants to not indulge in it. Everything has been so weird lately...he hasn't felt like he really has a place anymore. He feels...alone again, the way he did before.

But he doesn't talk about that. He pretends everything is fine. It's easier that way.

Reaching up he brushed a finger over the younger boys bottom lip. ]

Just be careful when you do...not everyone is nice to be with. Okay?

[dreamthing]

How could it be the only thing?

[ Matthew can find sunshine anywhere so it’s hard for him to really understand but nothing too terrible has happened to him yet. He doesn’t know what could happen and even if someone told him the gravity of the situation he probably still wouldn’t really get it.

Why does that finger on his lip make him shiver when he’s not even cold? ]

I haven’t met anyone that’s not been nice. Even Kavinsky was nice to me.

[ Oh lord, Matthew. ]

[enoderedrum]

I suppose it's not... Considering we have Ronan, it can't be that bad. But, I haven't found much else to be happy about here other than the fact that I'm alive again. If this counts as being alive at all...

[ The mention of Kavinsky makes him drop his hand. He wants to warn him off of that particular good-time, but he can't. Not really, not without being a hypocrite. ]

No, be careful of Kavinsky, too. That isn't 'niceness', its manipulation. It's fun. And it's dangerous. I don't recommend it, but I know you'll do what you want to. I can't make you stay away anymore than I could make myself do it.

[dreamthing]

Of course it counts as being alive!

[ Matthew’s eyes are wide. There is nothing about Noah that seems dead to him. He’s nice and warm and a lot of other things. Those all mean you’re alive in his book. If they didn’t? Would Matthew even count as alive here or anywhere else? ]

It seems nice to me.

[ It’s hard for Matthew to see manipulation. ]

Do you want to do it again?

[ He had been bored after all. ]

[enoderedrum]

[ It's a sweet sentiment but sometimes Noah does wonder if it really counts. He's been gone for a long, long time.

Matthew is more real than he is, even now.

His heart sinks a little, a stupid ache still there but he decides to just let it go... Whatever is going to happen will happen, and Ronan will deal with it. Noah isn't getting in the middle of those messes ever again.

But he does pause...chuckling softly. ]

You can kiss me whenever you want.

[dreamthing]

That's not an answer.

[ Even Matthew knows permission isn't the same thing as wanting something. He looks at Noah a smile on his lips. ]

Do you wanna?

[enoderedrum]

[ Well. Hell.

Noah resists for another moment. This isn’t the worst life choice he’s made since coming here so...

He nods and reaches for the younger Lynch again. ]

Yeah. You always have permission and I’ll always want to, so...

[dreamthing]

[ Matthew's smile only brightens then. He trusts that Noah wouldn't lie to him. As much as he can trust in people not telling him lies anymore after discovering Ronan had.

He leans in and his hand traces over the other's arm as he finds his lips against Noah's in a soft kiss. ]

[enoderedrum]

[ It’s a soft, tentative thing but Noah reaches for him and pulls until more of him is pressed against him. The little bit of weight, the warm, real feel of him...Noah would never hurt Matthew. He is going to drown himself in him for a while, though.

Defy fingers slide into blond curls and he breathes a soft sound against his mouth; lips parting again to deepen the kiss. Teeth gently nip at lips, asking for permission to take more. ]

[dreamthing]

[ Matthew is relaxed and every moment of the kiss is just as good as candy. Apparently this sort of affection is just another thing he'll be gluttonous about. He's trying to figure out what to do with his hands, squeezing on the other's arm for a brief moment.

Lips open as the other's teeth tease at this lips, warm sparks and tingling. This feels really good, Matthew kisses Noah with enthusiam. His other hand moves to cup the other's face. ]

[enoderedrum]

[ That's something they would be equals over. Noah needs this sort of thing in his life, especially after years of never being able to touch someone else.

The kiss turns from something gentle and sweet, testing, to something else. Something that makes him sigh a little in his throat and reach for him, pulling Matthews body closer, but he has more clothes on than Noah does so it's not exactly what he wants. Fingers curl at the hem of his shirt and tug it up high enough to feel along his sides; so warm... ]

[dreamthing]

[ Everything begins to feel different. It's a little more urgent, a new need that Matthew doesn't fully comprehend yet. Even with now having a little experience he isn't on any drug right now -- just Noah. He shifts closer at the pull, something in him wanting that. It's like he can feel heat coming off Noah and it's magnetic.

He would have expected to feel ticklish when Noah touched his sides but... while there is some of that ticklishness there's more a tingle and a desire. Being touched like that -- people didn't do that with Matthew. He hadn't ever known he'd wanted someone to.

There's a shiver that goes through him but he reluctantly parts from the kiss but it's just to pull off his shirt, his cheeks a light pink. he doesn't give himself time to think, though, going in to kiss Noah again before he could think through this too much. Hands go to Noah's sides, wanting to feel what he had felt, hoping he could make Noah feel that same pleasure. ]

[enoderedrum]

[ When Matthew pulls away, Noah resists the urge to chase him; instead watching him shuck his shirt. There isn't any hesitation when he kisses him again and Noah wonders for a moment if...Matthew had more experience than everyone thought he did. It felt like he might...

Thinking stopped, though and he shifted, deciding chasing was exactly what he wanted to do. He pushed just enough to roll them so that Matthew was below him, the kiss turning a little hungrier than he had originally intended, greedy, curious hands roving over soft skin. For a while he forgot himself, and that this was Ronan's little brother; one hand straying between the younger boys legs to palm him through whatever pants he was wearing.

But, omg, wait... ]

...I'm sorry. I...Is this okay? I don't want to uhm...upset you?

[dreamthing]

[ Matthew had just a tiny bit of experience but he also didn't have an ounce of shyness or shame in him really. So it's easy to give into this good feeling because if it felt good it couldn't be bad, right? And he can trust Noah. So he kisses him and his mind is empty of anything but the feel of their lips, of Noah's weight.

He could follow Noah's lead, following the way his kiss changed. Noah's hunger called out to a hunger inside of Matthew. Hands on his skin made it heat, drawing a low moan from him, the moan getting more full against Noah's mouth when the other's hand pressed against the sweats he's wearing against the arousal that'd been forming with all the kissing and contact.

Noah's breathless when their lips part and he licks his as he looks up at Noah a little confused as to why he'd stopped. This felt good, right? ]

I'm not upset! This feels good...really good. [ His cheeks are flushed and his breath still not normal. He lifts his hips up a little bit an instinctive invitation. Apparently some primal instincts are intact with him. ]

[enoderedrum]

[ Matthews hips lift and Noah’s eyes lid a little in pleasure at the reaction. This was a dangerous game to be playing but Noah was desperately clawing for something. He needed this. He needed the closeness and the warmth and to be touched. And he was avoiding the others because he wasn’t sure any more.

Nosing only again, he caught the younger mouth again; biting playfully at his lips because he could. He tasted as sweet as he looked and Noah did have a soft spot for sweets.

His fingers curled, squeezing carefully along the shape hidden beneath the fabric of the others sweats; palming the feel of him a few times before finally pulling his hand back enough to slid it beneath the waistband and anything else just so he could get a real feel—He gasped quietly and broke the kiss again without parting. ]

Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if you don’t want something, okay?

[dreamthing]

[ Matthew had no idea what complexities there might be in this for Noah. For him it's simple. This feels good and he likes things that feel good, he likes things that make other people feel good.

He's eager to kiss him, to taste Noah's mouth and everything about that makes him warm and tingly. He squirms, the pleasure making it hard to stay still when Noah squeezes him, touching him more and just... Matthew's never felt anything quite like this.

Noah moans softly when Noah'shand slips into his sweats, whimpering when the kiss broke again. Not again even if their lips are still so close.]

I promise. [ Matthew's confused, though, because the concept doesn't sink in for him not really. And he's too occupied to try and understand, or to ask any questions (questions from him about serious things tend to be rare anyway). ]

[enoderedrum]

[ Sweet baby, it's more than just feeling good. Touch, and relationships and sex were complex things. Noah was pretty base about all of them to be honest but he knew that consent was necessary in most cases and Matthew wasn't just someone.

'Good', he murmurs against his mouth and kisses him again. It's a fuller, hungrier thing made of literally just the need to be close, to feel and taste everything good about the other boy. A beautiful dream that was more reality than anything at this moment.

His palm moved, fingers curling around the warm swell of his cock in his hand and Noah moaned softly against his mouth before breaking it for real. This time it was to move, and tug those sweats off because he definitely didn't need them anymore. ]

[dreamthing]

[ Someday maybe it will actually be something that Matthew can understand but as it was things were black and white -- good or bad. He didn't do complicated because he's at his core uncomplicated.

But the words are left behind and Matthew is completely fine with that because Noah is kissing him and it's so good and Matthew can't get enough of it already. Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to start this but how would he know? He tasted Noah on his lips, his tongue, felt him against himself and his skin heats with each passing moment. There's a soft sound in the kiss as Noah's slender fingers wrap around his length. His hips push up just a little bit. He's touched himself before -- probably not as often as would be considered normal but still, it isn't anything like what it feels to have someone else's hand on him. ]

Noah... [ Matthew whines just a little when the other broke away from their kiss, leaving Matthew breathless, lips tingling in the aftermath -- but he can't exactly argue with the move to get rid of the sweats either, everything will be better with less clothes. He just knows this somehow. ]

[enoderedrum]

[ With the sweats gone, completely, Noah takes a moment to admire Matthew in all of his glory--and holy shit. His skin was so soft that Noah couldn't help himself. He ran his hands slowly up along his legs, gently pushing them apart so he can settle between them.

He dropped warm, open mouthed kisses over his stomach, moving a path up to kiss him again; a full, needful thing with just enough teeth and a taste he knew he could get totally drunk off of if someone let him. Matthew should be off limits. Noah knew he should. It wasn't supposed to get this far. But...

He wanted it. All of it. Now.

So it really wasn't any surprise that all it took was one roll of his hips to make him slide all the way back down again. He settled, wrapped his fingers around the others cock again, admiring the velvety length of him; the weight, the realness, and pressed a warm kiss to the tip, running the blade of his tongue along the damp slit a few times and then sucking him into his mouth, an inch at a time, taking his time because he wanted to savor it. He wanted Matthew to feel it. ]

[dreamthing]

[ Matthew watches Noah, his skin warming and tingling underneath his touch and he's compliant, easily letting the other spread his legs. His breathing was quick, excited, maybe a little nervous though he hardly recognizes what that second feeling is. It's not a normal feeling for him but it's not one that he finds completely unpleasant either. The other's mouth his warm and it feels good. It makes him need in ways he still isn't quite used to needing.

There's a quiet sound when Matthew slid back down again, the other's touch making him shudder and he needed, wanted it so much. He didn't think that maybe this is someone he shouldn't do this kind of thing with, didn't think that maybe Ronan might be upset. Why would Ronan be upset if he is doing something that feels good?

But the touch, that had nothing on the way Noah's tongue felt after that soft kiss. He gasps out, his hand grasping at the bedding beneath him as he takes in those first few moments of Noah's mouth on him. ]

Oh... [ The moan isn't quiet or dampened in anyway, the pleasure announced freely. ]