[So that's what it was about.]
< ...Guess I really have made a habit of working late. >
[Though to have made him come out here just to drag them to bed...
They sigh]
< Sorry. I'll try and set an alarm or something next time. >
< ...Guess I really have made a habit of working late. >
[Though to have made him come out here just to drag them to bed...
They sigh]
< Sorry. I'll try and set an alarm or something next time. >
[ If it wouldn't have given it away — how much he did love this — he would have writhed and hissed and whined at the chill air on him, cooling spit. His back arched, he sucks and bites him and the whine comes ripped out of his throat, back arched and fingers tight into the sheets. If he were stronger, they would rip.
His head pressed to the bed, that burning pit of an eye rolled up to the back of his head. ]
No —
[ He hissed out, pain blossoms like an old welcome friend, and he twitches, twists, Vergilius keeps going, keeps talking and he swallowed back a frustrated groan as he took him back in. He fights against his hands, trying to thrust deeper into him and getting nowhere, but his legs, they're free enough that he squirms with them before he lifted one to hook one around his shoulders and neck, as if it could keep him there.
Saying clearly what Silco wasn't, that it was that good. ]
His head pressed to the bed, that burning pit of an eye rolled up to the back of his head. ]
No —
[ He hissed out, pain blossoms like an old welcome friend, and he twitches, twists, Vergilius keeps going, keeps talking and he swallowed back a frustrated groan as he took him back in. He fights against his hands, trying to thrust deeper into him and getting nowhere, but his legs, they're free enough that he squirms with them before he lifted one to hook one around his shoulders and neck, as if it could keep him there.
Saying clearly what Silco wasn't, that it was that good. ]
[ Even though he releases his hips, Vergilius truly does still have all of the control here. Silco may have wrapped a leg around his shoulders, an awkward twist of long, thin limbs, and he arched to put his foot on the sheets, as if it would give him enough leverage to fight him — he doesn't even have to fight him, he can just push down again anytime he wants.
But with the newfound freedom he does surge up, following his mouth, chasing heat and sensation and thrusting up and into him. He'd very nearly chased him up and away, but as soon as he's given freedom, he takes it. Irregular, uncontrolled thrusts up and into him, his heel pressed tight against his back to try and hold him down (ineffectively) and his hips pushing up.
It's all liquid heat, wet and too hot and it pools in his belly, makes his head hazy, and control so difficult to grasp, like sand sifting through his fingertips. Is it better when he holds him down? Is it better now, when he can fuck himself into his mouth? He can't even tell, but with his hips unrestrained, he's falling, falling, falling so fast off the precipice. ]
I'm —
[ He reaches out with a hand, to pull one of his hands off from his abdomen, to tighten fingers into it, like he needs to hold onto something — him. Can he hold on? He feels like he's already starting to fall. ]
But with the newfound freedom he does surge up, following his mouth, chasing heat and sensation and thrusting up and into him. He'd very nearly chased him up and away, but as soon as he's given freedom, he takes it. Irregular, uncontrolled thrusts up and into him, his heel pressed tight against his back to try and hold him down (ineffectively) and his hips pushing up.
It's all liquid heat, wet and too hot and it pools in his belly, makes his head hazy, and control so difficult to grasp, like sand sifting through his fingertips. Is it better when he holds him down? Is it better now, when he can fuck himself into his mouth? He can't even tell, but with his hips unrestrained, he's falling, falling, falling so fast off the precipice. ]
I'm —
[ He reaches out with a hand, to pull one of his hands off from his abdomen, to tighten fingers into it, like he needs to hold onto something — him. Can he hold on? He feels like he's already starting to fall. ]
[ His fingers wind against his, as tight a grip as he can muster, he does need the anchor. Something to touch, to grip, to hold him as he falls off the cliff. His mouth wrapped around him feels like so much, like every stray thought or plan is plucked directly from his mind the moment it bursts to life. Like everything has narrowed to this moment right here, to the space between them, to just them, and the heat that feels like it's drawing everything out of him.
It doesn't take much more than another thrust, he's already teetering, Vergilius's hand really there to pull him down off the cliff's edge. He can feel it, that burst of heat and sensation that seems to burst just behind his eyes, like he can't see anything, and though he can close one eye, the other rolls back, for once fully unseeing, drawn by the drop of sensation that shoots straight down his spine. He lifts his hips, a wet gasp that devolves into a moan; shoulders pressed into the bed, he falls, crashes hard as he comes in his mouth.
Like he's afraid he's going to pull away, his leg wrapped around his shoulder locks, as if he's trying to hold him there, weakly fucking into his mouth while he shudders, falling apart before him. Because of him. ]
It doesn't take much more than another thrust, he's already teetering, Vergilius's hand really there to pull him down off the cliff's edge. He can feel it, that burst of heat and sensation that seems to burst just behind his eyes, like he can't see anything, and though he can close one eye, the other rolls back, for once fully unseeing, drawn by the drop of sensation that shoots straight down his spine. He lifts his hips, a wet gasp that devolves into a moan; shoulders pressed into the bed, he falls, crashes hard as he comes in his mouth.
Like he's afraid he's going to pull away, his leg wrapped around his shoulder locks, as if he's trying to hold him there, weakly fucking into his mouth while he shudders, falling apart before him. Because of him. ]
< It's an app... >
[So technically he wasn't wrong.]
< So I probably shouldn't mention that it already is? >
[From before they were dragged here, even. On the bus, in their room in the evenings, left to their own devices. Fiddling with their PDA and going over each and every Identity and E.G.O. at their disposal.]
[So technically he wasn't wrong.]
< So I probably shouldn't mention that it already is? >
[From before they were dragged here, even. On the bus, in their room in the evenings, left to their own devices. Fiddling with their PDA and going over each and every Identity and E.G.O. at their disposal.]
[So it's fine as long as it benefits the company?
Maybe they should have expected that to be the case.]
< Okay, okay... I'll try. >
[Their work tucked under one arm, their free hand rubs the back of their neck awkwardly.]
Maybe they should have expected that to be the case.]
< Okay, okay... I'll try. >
[Their work tucked under one arm, their free hand rubs the back of their neck awkwardly.]
< I offered consultation sessions to people here. I can't do the same things for them that I can do for the Sinners-- >
[Just Ishmael now, they suppose]
< --but I can do that. So I've been trying to put together sign-up forms to post on my door, organize my notes, figure out if I need to change things around in my room... That sort of thing. >
[A pause]
< ...And then after that was done I started studying the reports Ishmael made for me on the kaiju. And rearranging the schedule I already had to fit in self-defense classes in the mornings? >
[Just Ishmael now, they suppose]
< --but I can do that. So I've been trying to put together sign-up forms to post on my door, organize my notes, figure out if I need to change things around in my room... That sort of thing. >
[A pause]
< ...And then after that was done I started studying the reports Ishmael made for me on the kaiju. And rearranging the schedule I already had to fit in self-defense classes in the mornings? >
[ Coming down from the high, it takes longer than he would have anticipated, but he's still drifting slowly back down. His eye still rolled up into his head, his body still arched, his hair has already gone askew over his forehead, and he blinked, winding fingers in the sheets as he comes back to himself, but it's so slowly. His chest heaves, his leg slowly drifts down from his shoulders, and he finally turns his eyes toward him, watching him.
There he is, hovering over him, staring down at him. He's flushed, and messy, and all of that careful control has already slipped through his fingertips. He can't gather it back up, that control, it's like sand in between his fingertips, slipping away.
Mouth parted, he watches him with lewd attention, too-focused, like he's half-mesmerized by the sight of him coming apart over him. He has him on his tongue, and he's stroking himself, saying his name and — ]
Come on. [ He hissed, reaching up to run fingers against his temple, brushing bangs out of his face. He tries to push himself up on his other shaky elbow, leaning up to scrape teeth and tongue against his lips. It's lewd, tasting himself on him, but he does it anyway. ] Leave a mess.
[ On me hangs in the air between them. ]
There he is, hovering over him, staring down at him. He's flushed, and messy, and all of that careful control has already slipped through his fingertips. He can't gather it back up, that control, it's like sand in between his fingertips, slipping away.
Mouth parted, he watches him with lewd attention, too-focused, like he's half-mesmerized by the sight of him coming apart over him. He has him on his tongue, and he's stroking himself, saying his name and — ]
Come on. [ He hissed, reaching up to run fingers against his temple, brushing bangs out of his face. He tries to push himself up on his other shaky elbow, leaning up to scrape teeth and tongue against his lips. It's lewd, tasting himself on him, but he does it anyway. ] Leave a mess.
[ On me hangs in the air between them. ]
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[ The pain on his lips is barely noticeable, he very nearly grins against him, hearing his name sound like it's being ripped from him, the way his voice grates and scrapes, his fingers brushing against his hair, nails scraping against skin.
He shudders underneath him, the mess being left cools on his skin as his lips curl in satisfaction at the sight of him tipping his head to rest against his shoulder, vulnerable like this. He likes it, watching him hold onto him like he's a lifeline. The way his whole body shudders, and that it was Silco who did it to him. ]
Hmm.
[ His fingers drift from his face, to his back, scraping nails along an untouched path, before he turned his head, to press the side of it to his. He could say any number of honest things, if he wanted. That he enjoyed hearing his name on his lips, or that he felt good with his lips wrapped around him, but instead, he only chuckled softly. ]
I didn't expect you to take commands like that.
[ It's teasing, at least, as he starts to reach out, and fish towards the sidetable for one of his cigars resting there. ]
He shudders underneath him, the mess being left cools on his skin as his lips curl in satisfaction at the sight of him tipping his head to rest against his shoulder, vulnerable like this. He likes it, watching him hold onto him like he's a lifeline. The way his whole body shudders, and that it was Silco who did it to him. ]
Hmm.
[ His fingers drift from his face, to his back, scraping nails along an untouched path, before he turned his head, to press the side of it to his. He could say any number of honest things, if he wanted. That he enjoyed hearing his name on his lips, or that he felt good with his lips wrapped around him, but instead, he only chuckled softly. ]
I didn't expect you to take commands like that.
[ It's teasing, at least, as he starts to reach out, and fish towards the sidetable for one of his cigars resting there. ]
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[ Someone else has kindly taken the wheel, and that's a relief for Kabru and how anxious he can be about driving. They are lucky enough to run into a relatively smooth stretch of road, and for that reason Kabru can afford to relax a little, using the facilities available to boil some hot water for everyone else. It's probably not a good idea to have alcohol before they go into battle, so he opts instead for a coffee. It's shitty instant coffee, but it'll be enough to warm them up in the chilly climate.
Wandering toward Vergilius who's residing on one of the seats, he hands a cup to him. ]
Do you mind if I join you?
Wandering toward Vergilius who's residing on one of the seats, he hands a cup to him. ]
Do you mind if I join you?
[ He laughed. ] Still have the energy for it, hm?
[ His fingers find both the lighter and the tamped-out cigar he normally kept by his bed, before he tugged it close, with half a mind to light the cherry and see what he did if he pressed it to him.
Maybe just because of the way his voice sounded, asking that question.
But maybe he wouldn't, since he brushed his fingers through his hair just like that. ] You think it says something about you, do you? With how often I smoke? [ He doesn't even move his head away from him, still content to press it against him, even while he clamped it between his teeth. The pop of his lighter is loud, punctuating the silence mostly only disturbed by their breaths, heavier once the room starts to smell like smoke. ]
[ His fingers find both the lighter and the tamped-out cigar he normally kept by his bed, before he tugged it close, with half a mind to light the cherry and see what he did if he pressed it to him.
Maybe just because of the way his voice sounded, asking that question.
But maybe he wouldn't, since he brushed his fingers through his hair just like that. ] You think it says something about you, do you? With how often I smoke? [ He doesn't even move his head away from him, still content to press it against him, even while he clamped it between his teeth. The pop of his lighter is loud, punctuating the silence mostly only disturbed by their breaths, heavier once the room starts to smell like smoke. ]
[ Sometimes, Silco doesn't answer his little statements, just stares at him, as if he's satisfied to let him draw his own conclusions about whether or not it's true. Maybe the fact that he doesn't say anything is statement enough, though. He doesn't mind the little thorns, barbs, or knives thrown his direction, after all. Sometimes, they hit true, sometimes, they miss. He wants to obfuscate those moments, as much as he wants to make him see things that aren't there.
Then again, he leaves as many in return, doesn't he? More, maybe, in his own ways.
He steals a kiss — it's enough to get the cigar from him. ]
These? They barely taste like anything.
[ He scoffed, before he took it back, drawing another long pull from it, letting it settle in his mouth. ] One of the cigars where I'm from might kill you, if this tastes bad.
[ He leans in anyway, to scrape teeth and tongue against his lips, filling his mouth with smoke, as if to tease him with it. ]
Then again, he leaves as many in return, doesn't he? More, maybe, in his own ways.
He steals a kiss — it's enough to get the cigar from him. ]
These? They barely taste like anything.
[ He scoffed, before he took it back, drawing another long pull from it, letting it settle in his mouth. ] One of the cigars where I'm from might kill you, if this tastes bad.
[ He leans in anyway, to scrape teeth and tongue against his lips, filling his mouth with smoke, as if to tease him with it. ]
Hah.
[ He laughs against his lips, ejecting more smoke from his lungs when he does so. ]
I'd be disappointed if it actually got close. [ he reached out to tap at his chest, lean fingers like little spider's spindles, tapping the line along a scar. As if he's asking without words, if those lungs of his are different too. ]
Surviving despite what tries to kill us is everything, it is how we persevere. It is rare that people understand that.
[ He does, he thinks. Then again, places like Zaun and the City are similar enough, it is not surprising. What comes out of places like that only understands survival. ]
[ He laughs against his lips, ejecting more smoke from his lungs when he does so. ]
I'd be disappointed if it actually got close. [ he reached out to tap at his chest, lean fingers like little spider's spindles, tapping the line along a scar. As if he's asking without words, if those lungs of his are different too. ]
Surviving despite what tries to kill us is everything, it is how we persevere. It is rare that people understand that.
[ He does, he thinks. Then again, places like Zaun and the City are similar enough, it is not surprising. What comes out of places like that only understands survival. ]
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