dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[sancrimony]

I think . . . maybe, it feels better - ? Like - it's easier to convey how I feel.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Was that...

...how you felt? Like, calm, and - and kind of -

[He doesn't want to say it. If he says it, and he's wrong, that feels like admitting too much.]

[sancrimony]

. . . Mmm. It felt nice - that's just what I was thinking.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...it did feel nice.

I mean. It still does.

[sancrimony]

[ with a tilt of his head, considering it some before he speaks ]

I can do it again . . . ?

[crossmyheartandhope]

If... if that's cool?

It was kinda like a - a feedback loop, or something. Cause I thought it was nice, and you thought it was nice, so it was just, like. Extra nice?

[sancrimony]

[ shifting to nuzzle him a little, eyes pressed to the crook of his neck ]

It was nice. I don't mind at all.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay. Yeah, that - sounds good.

And -

[He hesitates.]

Maybe after that, we better start yours? You still got a square, right?

[sancrimony]

It's fine - sitting like this is a square too, so it's alright. 

[ with a lilt to the last word, an idle hum ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh. Uh. If you're sure.

But, like.

[Hesitates a little longer, this time.]

...I feel like the other one's not as, like - easy? So if you wanted to get that out of the way, we could. And then - this part, you could always do over later. Cause it's, like. It's easier.

[sancrimony]

[ with some consideration now, a pause - is this - meant to be read as anything more than trying to help? ]

. . . Is this . . .

[ he struggles, to find the right words; in his struggle he speaks as though he's shy, ]

Have you any - uhm . . . experience, in this sort of thing . . . ?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... some?

From that one kissing game.

[sancrimony]

[ abruptly feeling a little - not quite out of his depth but rather, keenly aware of being in his depth in the same space as someone who isn't, and he murmurs ]

. . . Then, it's fine - if we take it slowly . . .

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... if you don't wanna, that's okay, too?

However - however you wanna go, dude, it's your square. I don't want you doing something you don't wanna do.

Okay?

[sancrimony]

[ with a nod, carefully slow - he wonders if it would make hurricane feel better if he's the uncertain one, the one needing comfort ]

It's alright if I want to, then - right . . . ?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah. If you wanna, it's for sure alright.

But - I mean. Do you wanna?

[sancrimony]

. . . If it's . . .

If it's really alright, I want to . . .

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay.

...okay. As long as you wanna.

[sancrimony]

[ you can do this lucifel

You can

You can kiss him

You can kiss him without stabbing him or killing him or hurting him you can do it. You can even show him a nice time. You can be a not awful fish. Look you made him feel good with your singing so you can do that with kissing too -

Only, like. In moderation. Be good. Just be good.

with a renewed nervousness, he lets his hands rest against hurricane's shoulders for a moment before he tilts his head - the kiss is slow, gentle, certainly chaste for the moment ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He goes still for a beat or two - uncertain in a way that has nothing to do with the nerves from before.]

[The chapel was a long time ago, but it's hard to forget something like that.]

[But a second becomes two, and no pain comes with the kiss, and he thaws, a little, leaning into it.]

[sancrimony]

[ he lets their lips part after a moment - just briefly, before he kisses him again; it's still chaste, but this time it lingers, like he's warming them up ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[A warm-up is good; a warm-up is actually kind of nice.]

[His eyes are open and searching, trying to parse Lucifel's expression in the dim lighting.[

cw cannibalism/food imagery this is the life I lead

[sancrimony]

[ after the first two he can confirm - the urge to kill isn't present anymore (and hasn't been for some time - he's had lots of practice in separating himself from that part of the mentality, even if he's still struggling with the rest) and he'd been aware of that much but it's still different, still nervewracking, to wonder if this time his body would betray him - if this time he'd open his eyes again and see his dead eyes, taste his blood, feel it slick in his throat, the meat between his teeth and on his tongue and in his esophagus, slipping into the pit of his stomach - but

it's

fine.

the urge doesn't resurface; there is only nausea and disgust in the wake of his mind crossing into that fear unbidden, but his fear could be laid to rest, thank God, thank - thank - thank someone.

all that's on his face is the flush of his cheeks, the flustered half lids of his eyes and an expression that's - perhaps pacified is the best word for it, mollified by the end result being less than tragic, and he catches hurricane looking so his gaze drops lower, as though abashed - could he sense what he was thinking?

but nevertheless, he doesn't move away, hands shifting to move around the other's waist and back like a hug ]

Re: cw cannibalism/food imagery this is the life I lead

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Hugs are - good. Hugs are easier.]

[There have been hugs since then that came without a knife. (And anyway, he's had so long between then and now. He's had years and years and years, and he's died so many worse ways. It's silly to be bothered, still, about something like that. It would be silly not to be over it by now.)]

[He settles his arms around Lucifel more steadily - runs a hand up his back, slow and searching.]

[sancrimony]

[ the touch has him startled - his clothes are loose for the sake of his tail, his back barely covered in comparison to what he's comfortable with, and while he can manage to keep himself from tensing up completely he can feel the hairs on his neck raising, the goosebumps that have his grip on hurricane's clothes tighten by just a fraction of a hair but has his heart in his eardrums again and he keeps himself still, as best as he can, for him ]