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artisticliberty) wrote2018-12-20 10:33 am
artisticliberty) wrote2018-12-20 10:33 am
[imeeji - inbox]
"Hello, this is Fox. Please leave a message."
"Hello, this is Fox. Please leave a message."
[fox makes a soft noise when their lips touch, eager to meet joker's efforts with his own barely-concealed desires for touch, for affection, for understanding. he parts his lips and winds his arms around joker's neck, pulling him close, letting him in--accepting him, wanting him.
there's so much pain still in him even now, but if joker understands, if joker accepts him, then it doesn't hurt.]
there's so much pain still in him even now, but if joker understands, if joker accepts him, then it doesn't hurt.]
... A...
[reaches across the table to place his hand over A's]
[reaches across the table to place his hand over A's]
Ah...
[I WANTED SYMPATHY BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT]
[I WANTED SYMPATHY BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT]
Edited 2019-09-30 02:44 (UTC)
[THINK FAST]
There are plenty of things to like about you that are not based upon falsehoods or facades, you know.
There are plenty of things to like about you that are not based upon falsehoods or facades, you know.
Good.
[gives him a smile and removes his hand]
I know it is hard to think well of oneself after... that entire experience.
[gives him a smile and removes his hand]
I know it is hard to think well of oneself after... that entire experience.
It shouldn't be. We aren't to blame for any of that.
It would be one thing if we had been entirely powerless to the whims of the ghosts that possessed us... but I still felt like myself most of the time. Just... a different "myself".
[should probably talk about the time Fox was missing, but in fact there's a lot of relief in that he's here and in color and it was clearly something terrible, so why give up this moment of comfort and acceptance and, okay, definite needy lust and affection that's so predictable--it feels like every time Fox keys into those feelings from the first time he went into that house, he just can't really hold back.
so he's pressing in closer to Fox, taking full advantage of those parted lips to deepen the kiss, tongue eagerly meeting with and running along Fox's. it's almost habitual, how he turns on Eris Alert--he doesn't need the confirmation of those feelings, but it's still such a thrill and if he could just make things better for Fox, keep the hurt at bay... even just a little...]
so he's pressing in closer to Fox, taking full advantage of those parted lips to deepen the kiss, tongue eagerly meeting with and running along Fox's. it's almost habitual, how he turns on Eris Alert--he doesn't need the confirmation of those feelings, but it's still such a thrill and if he could just make things better for Fox, keep the hurt at bay... even just a little...]
[there is pain, of course, that raw wound of the house in him, but it's more of a mild soreness right now compared to the flood of desire and neediness. he aches, but it's for affection and touch and closeness, for all the things joker is giving him. he wants more. there's a simmering heat growing stronger when their tongues tangle together, both lust and love intermingling.
fox lets out a low moan into joker's mouth and backs up against the closed door until his back hits it, pulling joker with him, coaxing their bodies closer together]
fox lets out a low moan into joker's mouth and backs up against the closed door until his back hits it, pulling joker with him, coaxing their bodies closer together]
That's what makes it so insidious. The puppet is still the one moving, even if something else is pulling the strings.
That wasn't you, Fox.
That wasn't you, Fox.
[for once, he's silent, staring deeply into his tea]
...
...
[upping that desire is just what's expected at this point, isn't it? not that it needs help in that but...
joker gasps at the moan, at feeling fox hit against something firm and him pulled in. he can feel himself shake a bit with need and want, even as his fingers dig into fox's arms to keep hold of him as he takes the initiative to rock his hips against fox's, a moan of his own escaping between their lips.]
joker gasps at the moan, at feeling fox hit against something firm and him pulled in. he can feel himself shake a bit with need and want, even as his fingers dig into fox's arms to keep hold of him as he takes the initiative to rock his hips against fox's, a moan of his own escaping between their lips.]
[fox echoes joker's gasp as that shift of hip-on-hip sends a spike of heat through him. he's wearing loose clothing today, just his yukata, and so it doesn't take much before fox finds the right angle to follow joker's rhythm, grinding with him while his kisses turn messy and uncoordinated but no less hungry]
[it's just so easy to get wrapped up in this, but he does manage to pull back enough so he can speak, lips moving against fox's, voice airy and filled with the want and lust that keeps him in the rhythm of their movements.]
How do you... want me? Taking you...?
You taking me...?
[fuck it's hard to decide, and probably biting fox's lower lip is counter-productive to this but well, it's more sensual than painful.]
How do you... want me? Taking you...?
You taking me...?
[fuck it's hard to decide, and probably biting fox's lower lip is counter-productive to this but well, it's more sensual than painful.]
It wasn't you. This is you.
[gestures to the tea and sweets]
Extending kindness and sympathy to me even though you're suffering.
[gestures to the tea and sweets]
Extending kindness and sympathy to me even though you're suffering.
[fox is definitely getting lost in joker biting his lip, a soft whimper escaping him--he's really really into that, not minding the small spike of pain at all]
Ahh... I...
[he swallows and one hand slides down to curl into joker's shirt, cheeks and ears red]
I want you to take me. However... you want.
[licks his lips and meets joker's gaze, hesitant but wanting]
I am yours.
Ahh... I...
[he swallows and one hand slides down to curl into joker's shirt, cheeks and ears red]
I want you to take me. However... you want.
[licks his lips and meets joker's gaze, hesitant but wanting]
I am yours.
[his eyes widen for a moment, and then crinkle, and he smiles sadly]
... perhaps I simply didn't want to be alone right now.
... perhaps I simply didn't want to be alone right now.
[those words make him shiver hard and he meets fox's eyes with a look that's practically smoldering before he pulls back just enough so he can start to trail his lips down to fox's chin, jaw... neck...
he lingers there to make a point in biting down on the skin there, amping up those feelings of desire and lust--perversely not so dissimilar to the feelings he had when his own neck was bitten, just less murder. but even then, he doesn't linger too long, lapping at the colorful bruise cropping up before continuing lower.
his hands are there undoing the yukata's sash and palming and rubbing at his cock before he makes it to his knees.]
he lingers there to make a point in biting down on the skin there, amping up those feelings of desire and lust--perversely not so dissimilar to the feelings he had when his own neck was bitten, just less murder. but even then, he doesn't linger too long, lapping at the colorful bruise cropping up before continuing lower.
his hands are there undoing the yukata's sash and palming and rubbing at his cock before he makes it to his knees.]
[oh, that expression... that makes fox shudder, visibly, and he licks his lips in anticipation. he lets out a soft cry but it sounds relieved, ecstatic at the sharp pain that comes from joker's teeth working him up, his fist in joker's shirt tightening until he's white-knuckled.
the sash comes loose easily, as does the yukata, and underneath is just his underwear--barely masking his half-hard cock straining through the fabric. fox lets go of joker's shirt as he lower himself, watching him closely]
the sash comes loose easily, as does the yukata, and underneath is just his underwear--barely masking his half-hard cock straining through the fabric. fox lets go of joker's shirt as he lower himself, watching him closely]
You may be right. Whatever it was that came over me before... no longer has a hold on me. That much I know, whatever else remains.
[his hands pause their work on fox's growing erection for just a moment so he can press his lips to and mouth at the bulge inside the underwear before he starts to pull it down. each bit of his cock revealed is eagerly greeted with his lips and tongue, until it's fully revealed. only then does a hand go to wrap around its shaft and start to stroke and pump it while he licks and sucks at the head, looking as though he's savoring every moment of this.]
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