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𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  - Come on Liv, Razlo, I want three reasons why it's smash XD

"Three? Wait, what makes it a smash already?" Need we spell it out to him? Razlo is 100% giving him the hardest side eye.

He sighs.

"Okay. Fine. It is smash. I'm not giving reasons, though!"

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[NSFW] You know I gotta hear the reverse from Leggy to Caz >:3c ( @nomans-land-rp )

How interested they are in having sex with them:

Settled in the city he feels the angels reach to him, chuckling. The Sisters had been watching then, their sweet moment beneath the stars. Of course they did, the six always eager to see and hear Legato's life.

The question sparks a hum from his throat, keeping to himself incase another passed him by, focused on responding to the angels directly.

A relationship first of course. We're both broken from our pasts, I cannot imagine it being priority on our list. Though he does pause, studying the thought.

If I were to ever willingly be with another with the intent of love and not a cleansing, it'd be her.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: Eyes rolled at the question, huffing.

"Stop talking to Wolfwood and Midvalley. They are horrible influences on you all." The words leave his lips before he reminds himself to reach for their gates.

None either way. It's a mutual thing of love and kindness, of adoration and passion, not something monetary.

If they would rather bottom or top them: This was... A hard question, knowing they both were likely to have issues being the bottom. He chews his lip, shifting against the railing. Could he be that vulnerable?

Assuming she doesn't run for the hills at the sight of my... Pelvic region. I'd be willing to give her the control. After her past, I couldn't ask her to give up control. Though, his youth was an endless sea of sexual abuse, he couldn't take her power from her.

She would decide who did. Only then would I feel comfortable taking control.

How good they think they would be: He didn't have much to go on with this one, he could see her agility, speed, flexibility and the currents she could control.

I can imagine good. She has had experience, if with a mongrel, so she wouldn't be unsure of what to do and where. But I do imagine nervous, shy almost. It'd be nice, peaceful with no need to rush.

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: What an odd range of choices. He throws away the idea of the kitchen, food was sacred to him. Though a wall opens up many options for them...

Shower. I usually take baths so I suppose that would count. To guide her against me as he rock in the cleansing waters, coaxing us to a rapture.

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: This... Was another thing to take his time on. He could imagine having sex, a more primal need to be close, hate fucking in the past perhaps before she gave him a chance to be heard.

Making love. We've had enough fucking and sex in our lives to last the rest of eternity. She deserves someone to love her, in every way possible.

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: He nearly choked on air, coughing a few times before turning on the sister, seeing all six flocking to the glass, pressed against it with big eyes watching him, hoping for answers even if he found it weird for them to ask.

Who would he consider? It truly was an odd question but he thought about it all the same, if only to humor and enrich their minds.

A flash of fangs glint his gaze, catching the wolf prowling the city as he lit a cigarette on the catwalks. He smiles, a softness to his features.

Nicholas. Kind, loving, sweet and confident, he knows of my past and would treat her right. A passionate man all about acts of service and loving his partners over demanding it himself. It'd be so fun to tag team him with her.

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

Once more, he's summoned to the present, turning to the sisters with a sad, torn smile.

I cannot imagine it being something to happen freely, if at all. But i am okay with that. Caz's love, in any capacity they are willing to give, is more than I could ever ask for. I don't need sex to feel loved. Just the smile is enough to tell me I'm on her mind and in her heart.

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[NSFW] Hell, let's throw one in for Leggy and Wolfwood too! ( @nomans-land-rp )

How interested they are in having sex with them:

The moment the angels slip into his mind he welcomes it. Until he makes out their intended words and he nearly flips the car as he chokes on his drink.

What on earth are you asking me?! Were the angels high or something? He wondered why he had to be the one cursed with perverts everywhere, now divinity was tainted too!

But he finds himself thinking anyways. Eyes flicking to the sleeping wolf and hums faintly to himself.

I suppose the idea has crossed my mind from time to time. If he wasn't so infuriating half the time, I might have already done so with him. Hoping for such a thing was like hoping the world was suddenly rot free.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: He snickers to himself at the insinuation.

I wouldn't pay the mongrel a single cent. He doesn't deserve it. Though I think a meager ten thousand double dollars would be enough to get me to breed him if it meant saving his life.

Now that was an amusing idea, Nicholas so desperate and needy, begging him to help.

If they would rather bottom or top them: NO ONE tops me. He'd be a good little bitch for me or he'll be snapped in half and left unable to reach a vial. Anger boiled in his blood that the angels even had to ask such a stupid thing.

And yet, his mind drifts, blurring the world around him as he pretends to read, imagining himself beneath the wolf, split open from the other, spine arching as he's slowly taken apart with roughened but frighteningly gentle hands-

He shifts, clearing his throat as he adjusts his sitting position and 'returns to reading'.

How good they think they would be: Legato? He'd be divine. Though his past was horrible for him to suffer through, he knows he could be the perfect lover to anyone he chose, knowing just how to pry apart the human mind and give them all the perfect attentions to their heated bodies.

Wolfwood however, was a novice, likely still a virgin. Gangly limbs, clumsy at times, unco-ordinated at others. Acted like a whore yet grew flustered tragically easy.

He'd be fun to pull apart and rebuild. To show him what love and life really felt like. Tragic and inexperienced, but I enjoy them like that, falling apart with my expertise. Having that kind of power, even if he bottomed, would be like a drug to him.

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: Images flickered before his eyes, tossing the kitchen aside with distain and the shower causing him to think of the fact he only took baths.

But the wall.... The thought of pushing the other's buttons so far, prodding him just so that he shoves them into an alley and takes him there in that moment, snarling at his throat how much he hates the psychic and wants to kill him whilst thrusting in where anyone could happen upon them-

Wall. More options for fun. He finds he needs to shift once more in his seat, breaths a little rougher now. Maybe he'd have to rethink that earlier response of topping.

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: Fuck.

A simple response, hate fuck more likely to happen. But again, the probing of the angels has his mind slipping away. Imagining Wolfwood beneath him, head thrown back, throat bared and covered in bite marks, in his marks. Lips parted around his name, that near sweet nickname of his hair colour, the soft frantic sounds he'd mewl and whine and whimper out as Legato takes his time.

Making love would be interesting, but I cannot imagine him having patience.

Good cover.

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: Good god who would he hate even less than the mutt beside him. His mind drifted to Lord Knives, the very idea making him flinch away from nothing, frowning at his book. Knives would kill them both in a heart beat. They are filthy humans after all.

But who he'd hate more would be Vash. That sweet innocent smile, the way he saw good in everyone, the way he laughed or cried, the way he'd risk his life to save anyone, no matter how horrible they were.

He saw everyone deserved a chance. Maybe even Legato himself.

Vash is the closest I can even dream of getting to Lord Knives and his love. A good enough answer.

Even if the idea of those smooth metal fingers trailing his scars, whispering that he was worthy, promising he deserved the life he was given, that he was good deep down, that he deserved to be loved and cherished by even the divine-

He needed a drink, hand reaching back to search his bag for the small flask he'd brought, if only for emergencies.

This counted as one.

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

"Tch. As if." The words slip from his lips, breaking the silence of the car before he took a swig from the flask, closing it up and tucking it into the door caddy, relaxing as he looked to his newly flipped page.

I don't think any one could ever find something worthy of redemption in me, let alone loving or wanting to bed with. I'm a monster, a horrid animal that bends to the whims of my Master- until he doesn't -there is nothing there to cherish. If he considered it, he'd be wise to give up the idea before it settles.

I'm not worth the effort it takes to kill me, let alone love me.

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vash for legolas ( nsfw meme ♥)

How interested they are in having sex with them:

The voices of the angels have the engineer instantly flustered, eyes snapping around to ensure he was alone before whining to himself.

"I... Think of Vash like that a lot.... Too often, I worry. I don't want to be seen as a sex pest but... The intimacy is.... Like no other. And we haven't even done anything like that! Just his touch, his careful hands, his sweet smile, his-" He falls into a soft whimper, squirming where he sat and covering his face.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: "Pay?!" He squeaks the word before hissing. "I wouldn't need money nor would I imagine Vash taking money for such things! Silence your words and never ask something so... So stupid again!"

If they would rather bottom or top them: From anger to a flustered mess he hides in his hood, whining as they scrunch their body up, too physically flustered to speak for a moment.

"B-bottom. I.... I don't think I'd make a good top." He'd try, for Vash, but he always gets nervous when given power and control.

How good they think they would be: He slumps to his side, accepting his fate of dying of embarrassment, a soft whimper leaving Legolas' throat.

"Like heaven. I'm sorry Nick, but he has age, I can only imagine he'd just... Know how to take me apart in ways I'm not sure even humans know how to replicate."

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: Okay, the angels were pushing his sanity and making his mind conjure up too many ideas he's left squirming and moaning to himself, biting his lip.

"Counter. He could feed me treats as he fills me with-" Nope, he was stopping right there before he exploded into a million timid pieces.

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: A pause, nervousness itching in as he takes a moment to think, to slow down. To process the question and the person it involved.

"I'd hope the last one... I... Don't think I could handle something that isn't loving and passionate... Too many dark connections..."

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: Before he can even drift into his mind he's brought back by the angels, a small laugh leaving him.

"Nick of course. We're a three piece deal already after all. Anyone else just wouldn't make sense."

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

Now he falls lax where he lay beneath the tree, a soft dreamy smile as he pets the soft lush grass, eyes falling shut as lips curled into a dreamy smile.

"I can only hope, one day, one of us gains the courage to ask. I suspect it's waiting on someone to voice their needs, but we're all so... Damaged, it may not happen in my lifetime without Nick meddling."

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[NSFW] The big man Livio~ @bone-pile-rp

How interested they are in having sex with them:

"I mean.... The Gods know I've cried his name more than a few times whilst on the altar dealing with my weekly offerings of pleasure. I'd say highly interested." Though why the angels wanted to know these sorts of questions was strange he'd follow through with answering, ever diligent as he was.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: "If someone tried to force money into this they'll find themselves bug food faster than they could blink. There's never enough in this world to describe my love for him, to think money could sum it up is ridiculous." He's highly offended the angels even thought of such an abhorrent question.

If they would rather bottom or top them: This draws a long pause, head tilting as he thinks. "We're just talking Livio? I feel like topping would be a delight of a night against Razlo... But seeing Livio in such a state would be sweet, a loving thing. Though.... Bottoming for him, watching him falter and whine, checking on me repeatedly and clinging through the overwhelming feelings... It would be nice either way I suspect.... Perhaps the first time I'd bottom, to show him he doesn't just harm people, but brings them pleasure and happiness."

How good they think they would be: "Livio? In bed? Shy, sweet, gentle, loving, attentive, kind, patient... Everything I've never had but craved so dearly. Perhaps inexperienced, but it would only add to his sweet nature. I'd say the best sex of my life if I had to guess." Though he can only imagine for now how that would go, he can't see the other being cruel or violent.

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: All the weirdest positions. Again he wonders if the angels are horny.

"Ah.... Shower I suppose. I have a bench in mine for when I've gone too far with my power so it'd be lovely to feel the cleansing water as I ride him on his lap."

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: "Make love, hands down now questions asked. Perhaps have sex from time to time, but I cannot see him doing anything of that nature without slow loving passion you can only get with making love." That and by the time such a thing happened, he'd know properly of his twisted past as a sex slave.

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: "Oh boy." This was a rough question, one that made him have to slow and think, head tipping. "I suppose saying Razlo wouldn't count because threesome implies three bodies, but I'd still count it."

But if it didn't count...

"Midvalley maybe? Vash would... Likely be too weird, but not off the table in my eyes."

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

This draws him to a stop, frowning as he looked to his hands.

"I can only pray to all whom will listen that one day he'd decide to stay, to be with me. But it is not my place to ask, much as I want to. He's... Swiftly come to mean everything to me. He and Razlo both..."

And he'll continue praying every night that the next time Livio visits, he chooses to stay.

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[NSFW] put a name in my inbox and my muse will answer:

How interested they are in having sex with them: How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them:  If they would rather bottom or top them: How good they think they would be: If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love:  If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

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He's not sure how to feel about all those answers.

"Nick? Really? that's who you think I'd pick?"

Truth be told he has considered him, even if he is mildly annoying.

"Though It'd be making love because you're worthy of more than I could ever hope to give." With that he's hiding in his altar room he's had enough socializing today apparently.

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Changing Tags

All NSFW tags will be swapped to 'OwO//' instead just to make sure I don't get my butt whooped by the big bad tumbo

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Nick groaned as he was pulled, the feather returning to beneath his shirt, burning his iced skin of his hip making him twitch. He's now half under the Plant, legs folded under his frame. He chuckled, carding fingers through the shifting quills, scratching lightly at the man's scalp.

"It's alright. I can try and pick you up. 'Nless you can't wait to move?" He could feel the feathers trying to pry his shirt and jacket off, jerking under their touches repeatedly, breaking from the close kiss to hiss. "Ngh-fuck needle-noggin'." He cursed, hand not in black strands pawing at a feather helplessly, squirming as his jacket is yanked off his shoulders.

Needy. The poor Plant was so ravenous for a partner to take the edge off, he shifts to help the feathers, smiling as he ensures there's a hand in his hair always.

"Tell me what you need, Vash. I don't want to assume anything." He hissed, kissing the man again, slipping ever closer, crooking his own body at an odd angle to accommodate the feral.

Feathers fluffed and spread slightly at the thumb that ran over the feather that refused to leave Nicholas' thigh. The Plant's lashes fluttered. It was an electric sensation, hundreds of thousands of millions of sensitive neurons firing. His eyes were glazed and unfocused as he looked at the undead mercenary yet finally that snaking feather began to retreat as it seemed to have gotten the attention it was after - Nicholas knelt down in front of Vash.

He shivered as a hand touched his cheek and brushed at the soft yet steely feathers that had begun to sprout around his face. Vash's hair, too, fluffed, taking on qualities far more like that of a quill than human hair: tough yet pliable, somewhat soft... Like a Dependent's feathery hair though most never got quite close enough to him to see it.

"I could'a... - Wolfwood..." It was all that he could say. Or rather, all that he managed before he was kissed and aquamarine eyes grew wide. It only took a moment for him to reciprocate, a hand finding its way to the back of Nick's head, fingers gripping his hair. To keep him there.

The feathers puffed up around his cheeks. They began to grow and spread once more in accordance with the Plants emotions and pleasure, his lack of control as he let go somewhat. Feathers filled the space around them, curling around the room. Vash groaned, deep and low at the cool sensation of the former assassins body against his own.

He breathed heavily, eyes lidded and lashes quivering. He wanted to reciprocate the nips with something of his own but it was difficult to muster up the coordination. Instead, the Plant's shoulders rose around his head. Vash twitched slightly, his body on near full display for Wolfwood.

Vash groaned, still on his hands and knees. He kissed at Wolfwood, nearly tugging the other man closer with the hand that was still wrapped in his hair. Their teeth clicked and those newly sharpened teeth of Nick's scraped the Plant's lip.

"I... dunno if I can stand up..."

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What's your favorite position, Leggy?

Sprawled across the plush bedding of his altar the hazed mind of the post coital bliss hybrid perks at the sound of the angels' curiosity. He thought for a long moment, wondering idly through ideas.

"If I love the person, the Lotus, maybe missionary, I'll gladly take what they give. Carnal pleasure? I will be the dominant in g-whiz. Perhaps I'd let my lover dominate me in that pose too if I love them. It depends, truly."

Many of his acts with sex involving another depends on plenty of things. Does he love them, are they special to him, will he see them again, how does he feel that day. There's plenty of reasons things would change.

"My kinks also change depending on my connection to the person. So, it's hard to pinpoint my preferred. I hope that satisfied your curiosity, angels."

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The devout can feel the other ravenous for something, can feel his heart stutter, his body hunger, but the moment he hears no he freezes. He doesn't dare move an inch outside of where he's guided, for he was a broken boy of both sides. He loathes touch, despises it, but when it happens, when he allows it to happen, it's all he wants to focus on, to cling and latch to.

The other redirects, guiding him to settle, still close, still able to feel the other twitching and hungered, but his arms are firm in their choice. He hesitates, tense in the hold, unsure what to do, where to place himself, too afraid of breaking a boundary, of being no better than-

"Sorry." The word flutters beneath his breath against warm olive skin, shifting to grow comfortable before slowly sinking down.

The longer he's held without signs of deception, with the other pointedly ignoring his own need and near cradling the witch, he slips back towards that more delicate state. Unsure of the world around him, of the sudden change, he gingerly wraps his arms around a broad torso. It's slow, as if waiting to be yelled at, to be told off or struck, but when nothing comes he sighs, sinking into the still lingering aftershocks of pleasure.

Kindness. It was painfully new to him, something that caused mental anguish trying to decipher and accept, but when it wriggled past the uncertainty, it took from him all his defenses and leaves him feeling raw.

It is in this raw state that his eyes fall shut, tucking himself under the chin of the wolf. Warm breath crawls over his skin, a soft near kiss to his skin as he finally releases the hold on his own body, turning lax and pliable once more. He wasn't a puppet nor a tool, but a living being being cherished for the first time. Even if it was a lie, he welcomed it with his very soul.

He wanted to feel safe, if only once.

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An uncomfortable sound crawls under Legato's lips and vanishes somewhere in the depths of Wolfwood's throat. Perhaps the meek start of denial, it slinks like an alley cat behind Nick's claim of indomitable courage. His toes curl and his neck extends under the threat of pleasure. There's a crack in his voice box and he has to swallow repeatedly to keep its moans down and clench his teeth to keep his shudders to a minimum, because fuck-

Yeah, yes, alright!

He's harder than cement and the only thing his dick wants to do is rearrange Legato's insides. But, he had hoped (foolishly) that his keeper would pretend not to notice; that he'd be allowed to fall flaccid and wear the role of 'Giver' until they'd established something...reliable. (Maybe something a former slave could engage in without the autopilot light on.)

"Mn, no- I don't need that. Relax."

Nick catches Legato's sinking wrists. He knows this game. He knows that the broken boys go one of two ways: They don't want to be touched at all or own their abuse like it's something they chose. They chase and bestow it because they know how...because the only constant most of them have experienced. And he isn't interested in perpetuating that pattern. "Hey. Hey...Calm down. Just be held, why don't you."

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Nightlight? That was a new way to put it, perhaps a defense mechanism or genuine ease towards such a sight. Though, being told he liked it earned a curious tilt to his head. The man suddenly changing attitude, wrapping them up in a cocoon earns a soft laugh, letting the man roll them as he pleased.

He can still feel the arousal of the man, very nearly letting him just change the moment, but he wonders for a moment. Hands trail down the other's side, hips rocking flush with his as lips find the other's pulse point.

"It's hardly fair that I don't get a taste." Tone deepens into a sultry purr, nibbling gingerly on the mans neck, intent to leave a mark of his own in due time. "You seemed eager for something more. You don't need to shy away, Nicholas. You wanted to thrust into me, didn't you?" It was as if a switch flipped, the sweet fluttering virgin falling into a skilled harlot, one who knows how to make another feel good and lose control.

Tending to another person is familiar. It's grounds he knows well, something he has perfected over his life time, out of need, out of survival, but for once he's grateful. He knows the wolf, knows he's oft shied back, treated himself as the witch oft viewed his own wretched form;

Unworthy of care. Which couldn't be further from the truth.

"Let me take care of you, Nicholas."

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Blue's welcome is unexpected. Wolfwood couldn't have hoped (and wouldn't have asked) for the gentle adjustment of his hair or the resolute turn of Legato's lips, but he likes both - he likes these sugary surprises that his keeper is capable of bestowing. He smiles into a stolen kiss before wilting to use the man's shoulder as a pillow. Nick strews an arm over his partner's chest and weighs down the other's frantic heart like a lead blanket, like a seat belt.

Legato sounds put off by Nick's observation. There's exasperation in his guarantee. He's probably haunted by that glow...or ashamed of it. Whatever feeling Gato harbors for his pink, it isn't positive. Wolfwood doesn't ask any questions. He listens until prompted to banter. "Nah. Takes more than a nightlight to scare me off." His overhanging hand pursues radiant trails of fuchsia up Legato's bicep. "Besides. I kind of like it."

Yes. He's seen it before, here and there, between the twins, but it is not the sort of thing a man can get used to. That glow always earns a sense of awe, not unlike the wonder inspired by No Man's moons. Wolfwood's eyes continue to study Legato's lines until they fade from human comprehension. When the light show is over, he begins to wrap their naked bodies in bedsheets. "Ain't you tired? I'm tired..." His arms encircle the other's frail shape right before he rolls to trap them in the linen equivalent of a taquito.

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The sound of the pet name cracks open twin toned eyes, dazed as they tried to find where the voice came from. Pretty? He's been called that, but why was it being said now? His blurred search seems to summon the face from between his legs, the shaggy wet dog look earning a sweet smile from the man, his own hair strewn about his head like a halo.

Hands reach up as the man nears, petting the hair into place as he turns to try and capture his lips. It takes a few moments for the others words to register, fingers shifting in their path until pink catches his eyes. He pauses, staring a long moment before huffing softly, finding his voice slowly.

“It is nothing to fear. I won’t hurt you Nicholas.” At least not intentionally, he can’t speak for hair tugging or clawing shoulders in pleasure, for there was only so much control one man could hold. "Does it... Unnerve you?" A stupid question he'd beat himself for later, of course it would with who owns them, but he's met Vash, walked with him, perhaps that's changed the man's view of the inhuman.

He will have to explain later why he glows similar to a Plant but different.

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Pink glimmers through his lashes like the light of a neon sign. He opens his eyes to acknowledge its source and is stunned by what he sees. Wolfwood can only liken Legato's glow to the script that covers Knives, though... It's softer. His lines are more like cursive than the geometric glyphs that decorate their Independent employer.

He's mesmerized by those incandescent trails. They seem to shimmer with the rise and fall of Legato's chest, casting petal hues over the glossy layer of his perspiration. It lingers on his frosted lips and strobes shyly beneath Nick's hands. "Blue," he breathes amidst the perfume of his bedmate. Has Legato always smelled so sweet? Has he--- "...always been this pretty?"

Nick rises from between smooth legs and habitually wipes his mouth. His eyes remain on his partner, bewitched by his beauty. Wolfwood's hair is wild, having been tossed and pulled from a dampened state. Half of it is fluffed toward the ceiling while the rest clings to the corners of his face. His disheveled appearance adds to the feral way he drops his palms back to the bed and crawls to revisit Legato's mouth. He kisses its corner and murmurs,

"Look at you. You're all lit up."

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The witch is thrown into baser instincts, hips snapping up as fingers tugged lightly through the sudden rush of sensations that clouded his mind. The pressure to the base of his cock burned, hips stuttering as he whined, chest heaving.

"Nicholas." He chokes on the other's name, falling into a deep moan as is body twitched and writhed beneath him, losing himself in the other's hunger like he never had before.

It's not long before his body burns, pink burning beneath his eye as his head is thrown back, a broken cry leaving his lips as hands press the head down as he spilled shamelessly down that eager throat. He breaks, spine arching before he slumps down, the salty tang met with a near sweet undertone, something floral and sweet like honey dew seemingly coming from his more feminine parts.

Hands finally release black locks, shaken fingers petting at them as aftershocks ripple through the devout, breaths stuttering and voice trembling through fragmented groans. He's lax, pliable under the wolf as his body goes limp, body twitching as bliss blurred his mind from awareness, happy to be used or ravished by the man.

But in the rapture, more little whisps of something inhuman revealed themselves. Little curling pink lines glowing over one hip, trailing around his jaw and marring his right cheek. Fingertips of his left hand trailing over soft soaked locks were also tinted wit that strange, inhuman, plant-like energy.

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He loves the desperate way that Legato clutches at his hair and secretly longs to submit to the man's grip. It turns him on to imagine his face being pushed down; to be told by force that his mouth is not only wanted but needed. He closes his eyes and sinks to provide service. Nick invites Legato's head to explore the roof of his mouth and revels in the pained rise of pelvis won by his repetitive swallows. He can feel the other attempting to mute his pleasure as well as his subsequent failure to do so.

If Wolfwood didn't know better, he'd think he was working a virgin. Legato quivers with the youthful elation of a man never touched. It won't take much to push him past his brink. Nick tries to be merciful - tries to make it last. He clamps the base of Legato's cock in the courtyard of his thumb and index finger. He takes him deeper and swallows a mix of sweat, spit, and precum before settling to suck him off with a tempered bob.

Legato's knees crush his ribs while trying to shut. It's a relief when a heel perches on his shoulder and his free hand moves to hold Blue's slim ankle in place. He continues to dive and rise; to suck, drink, and draw his tongue along the other's throbbing dick until he feels the swell that prequels climax. He's sure --- and determined to devour the orgasm he's summoned. Nick's hands snap to cage the concave sides of Legato's ass while his face plummets to take the other's spurting sex to the back of his throat.

He bulks as warm fluid floods floods his mouth, but manages to consume it smoothly. His brows flinch absently as his senses fill with the salted, musky taste of male release. He takes it all, milks his partner empty only to clean his length with meticulous laps of tongue.

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Jaw tips up the moment the other leans forth, baring the weakest part of his body, fearing nothing from the man above. He strains to keep himself quiet until the man marks his flesh. It jolts his limbs as he clings to him, arching up as finally he lets a moan slip past tinted lips. Breaths rattle as he arches, gripping the other's hair tight.

The shimmying between his legs brings a small shudder up the spine of the thinner male. Each touch sharp and new, experienced as he was being an object for others, he'd never been the focus of the attention. Just driven into without care and discarded when done.

Ribs arch into every trailing kiss as fingers toy with raven threads. He's able to drift into the light touches, the near affectionately hungered kisses and kitten licks down his body. He'd almost forgotten what was happening, jolting at the sudden attention to his cock. His head is thrown back as shoulders raise, halting the attempted bucking of his hips by pressing them into the bedding instead.

Fingers tightened on the other's hair, not forcing nor pulling but gripping for stability as every atom of his form rattles with pleasure. It's clear no one had ever done this to him, the small whimper of confusion tinted rapture as he squirmed beneath the attention. His body tried to hide instinctively, knees pressing on the form between them as a heel shifted onto a shoulder.

He was lost, unsure how to respond beyond a deep groan as he fell apart with ease beneath the ravenous wolf.

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Trust?

No. Not if one were to ask Wolfwood. It's lust: the primal need that God has wrapped around each man's core. The desire to get off. To plant a seed so that humanity can keep crawling toward its inevitable armageddon. He doesn't want to admit to anything as serious as trust. Not tonight, anyway. Not to this man, even if he's at his softest now...his sweetest and most compliant while panting between pillows and sheets. Even if Wolfwood can't help but smile down at him through his own hurried inhales.

He sinks to maul the witch's throat. Slow, wet traces of tongue and whispers of teeth decorate the architecture of Legato's neck. Nick's chest melts over his and threatens to crush it under the heated weight of his heart's cage while he bites a love mark into being. He's not so gentle now, while suctioning blood to form a ruby ring of ownership beneath the surface of Legato's skin. His breath acts as an apology as he unclamps his jaw. It cascades to cool a smear of saliva and the underlying offense.

Wolfwood has made himself at home between Legato's legs. He seesaws his hips to ensure room and presses his palms against the other's wilting knees to keep them open as he moves backward between their canyon. His shoulder blades interrupt what should be an empty skyline between Legato's thighs as he bends to kiss down the length of Bluesummer's body.

He trails hints of things to come with his mouth. There's a lot to think about on the way down. He's never had the opportunity to please a body like Legato's and can only imagine where oral attention will feel best. His tongue accepts the shape that arrives first. Nick drags it down the underside of Legato's shaft. His eyes lift along the way to observe the cultist's reaction. His right hand instinctively wraps around the base of his bedmate's phallus as he continues to taste it's heat.

[fatedsinners]

The taunting touch leaves, ending in the psychic biting back a whimper, the only thing preventing panic being the hungered kiss claiming his focus and the feeling of arousal. Hands gliding over his ass are met with arms looping around the wolf's neck, a hand finding shaggy locks as the faintest moan was able to break free.

That is until he was pulled up, legs jerking as his breath hitched, ankles locking around the other's back. The breath snatched between parting lips is hissed out as his head tips back, baring his throat to a man who could easily wound him in such a state.

His mind burned with the thought that the other might just take him then and there, against the wall, but the chill is ripped from him, the world moving in a dazed blur before his back finds the plush bedding.

He gasps then as eyes flutter open, breaths heavy with desire and pupils blown wide. He already looks disheveled, not quite ruined but certainly thrown off his usual balance. The usually put together man that seems to have a grasp on everything had his armor stripped, leaving him vulnerable and open to the man above.

Was it trust? Was it the confidence that he knew nothing would happen he didn't like? Was it something more? It was hard for even he to tell.

"Nicholas." A single word cracks through his parted lips along a moan, bruised and battered from teeth and lips alike, eyes a touch red from the earlier tears the sightless eye peers through broken parts just shy of the man's shoulder.

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Nicholas can't begin to comprehend the internal struggle he's ignited. He reads Legato as he would any lover - hears the hitch in his breath as excitement and translates his trembling as euphoria. He honors Blue's raise of hips by cupping the peachy curve of his sex and stroking its tiny adornment with added pressure.

He chases Legato's moan with an approving purr. It's nice to kiss such timid lips. They seem set on perching below Nick's, submitting to his whims while hiding in the shadow of his upper lip. Their delicate manner calls to his opposite qualities. It makes him hungry and threatens to drive him mad because he can picture an entire assortment of filthy things he'd like to see that mouth do.

The diffident rock of Legato's pelvis teases Wolfwood's hand until he has to pull from its dewy endeavor or risk diving into its warmth. The tip of his cock longs to take the place of his fingers and twitches morse code against Legato's weeping slit.

Wolfwood runs his hands over the other's hips while venturing to pet his backside. He finds slim curvature which he worships through vertical sweeps of palm. Legato's ass is cold in comparison to Nick's burning hands and so, The Punisher takes it upon himself to shield it from the linoleum wall. He gropes each cheek and, while his mouth is sternly locked over Legato's, he uses his grasp to lift the devotee from the floor. Their placement tempts Legato's legs to wrap around his keeper's middle for stability.

It's a strain on the neck to kiss Legato while he's propped overhead. Nicholas dispenses his attention lower once their mouths break for breath. His lips fall to the underside of Blue's chin. They drift to pay homage to his jugular notch as he's carried away from the wall. Wolfwood intends to take him to bed. His hands relinquish their profane grasp on Legato's buttocks to cross underneath. They provide a temporary seat as Nick gently gnaws one collarbone.

[fatedsinners]

The witch barely winces at the comment, the snark of the man familiar, welcomed almost. He expected it, even if it hurt to hear. Of course he had to feel shame and guilt, it's what the other wanted.

Until it wasn't.

The finger still teases, still searches his body for whatever would shatter him, yet the touch is still gentle, kind even as it taunts his pleasure, twisting his face as brows tilt up. He feels more than sees the lips on his face, guiding him to reveal his biggest weakness. He's not met with mockery or laughter, but gentle kisses, the lapping tongue on old scars having him visibly shaking.

He's torn between pleasure and terror, the memories coiling before whiskey smooth words draw him back, pull him from the clambering hands of trauma before they could claim him. Hands grip the other's shoulders, latching on, desperately searching to be grounded as legs quake, threatening to throw him into oblivion.

The witch is a mess, barely holding his mind in place when the other gave him a command. Orders. He could follow orders.

Lips parted when his face turned to the other, eyes lidded heavily, a dull shine there as he's face with the wolf, too close to ascertain who it was if it weren't for his cloying scent and deep voice. His mind plays this taunting push pull, shaking and rattling him until he's on the edge of something horrifying.

Then the other's claiming his lips again, lapping at blood and prying from him a brief moan, body pulsing around the still searching finger, rocking up to chase the building heat it produced.

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Legato. He brings pain unto himself, through a drag of teeth. Is it anxiety that makes him bite through the flesh of his own, frosted lips? Is it just that he doesn't know what to do with pleasure - where to put it? Doesn't he know how to swallow it down like a shot of fine liquor? How to savor it as such? Woeful gray eyes are holding him after his confused display; saddened by the blood he's shed over something perceived to be small. They're on him still, when he reveals his tarnished eye and as he tries to hide his shame by pressing his face into the warm shell of a waiting hand. I'm sorry. "You should be." Wolfwood agrees with silken sarcasm while skimming the trembling opening of his partner's lowest sex. He doesn't dip into its fragrant pool, though he wants to. Fuck, he wants to sweep his middle finger beyond those outer folds and see how warm Legato is on the inside. He wants to slowly work more than one digit into those depths and pry him open like a ripe piece of fruit for his cock to taste. But he doesn't… Because the slender body he's holding can hardly tolerate being kissed. Nicholas has to settle for a cruise along the stream of his entrance. For a careful kiss of one fingertip over the tiny pink pearl he knows to be sensitive. Above the influence of his cock, he spoils Legato's tilting face. He lays his lips on the corner of Blue's jaw, on the cheek he always hides, and on the too-straight edge of a burn. His tongue gently traces the ravaged scar-tissue beneath Legato's blinded eye. "...Working so hard to hide from good things. You should be sorry. You been missing out." His palm requests that Legato turn back from his hiding place again its creases. "Come here. Let me clean that for you." Nick kisses hungrily at the edge of his partner's bloodied mouth.