enoderedrum

NETWORK USERNAME:
ripraven

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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From:

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?

[ 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). ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

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