foxtophat | i want to love a boy (the way i love the ocean)

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i want to love a boy (the way i love the ocean)

[despite it being a borderline hoarder's nest of media, Skulduggery does enjoy the bridge's default appearance. he wants to know more about it -- pry a little, maybe see if they can't uncover some long-hidden memory that wasn't thrown to the four winds over the course of the Serena Eterna's existence -- but there's a time and a place for interrogations, and this isn't it, chief.

he pauses once he's inside, less to consider the mess around him and more to decide where to put his hat and jacket.]

...Oh. Right. I only need to want a coat rack...

[et voila. a place for his hat and jacket.]

Do I need to verbalize requests like that? [so far he's just been doing it because he loves to hear himself talk.]

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Oh! Oh, god, please, right there...

[he struggles to catch his breath, the bones nearest his mouth growing wet and tacky where it's placed against them.]

Had to... I wanted to research, how to please you, spent hours, watching, reading... [his voice goes a bit lower, almost sly.] I kept getting distracted, thinking about you inside me... I couldn't do it, though. Didn't feel the same.

[those words conjure images to mind that turn his voice to gravel. his knees push his legs further apart, pumping his hips as he angles again for that spot.]

No? I wonder if you could... if I was there to talk you through it. [he slips one arm free, hand reaching to tangle in his hair.] Or maybe help you with other research...

Mm, I bet it'd be easy, then... [he can hardly do much more than hold on at this point, though his voice remains steady, if still at a whisper.] Of course, there's all the experiments I couldn't even begin to do on my own... Like the ones where you tie me up... or throw me over your knee...

[to think that he'd let him have that much physical control, that he'd be comfortable enough to be bound in a very real way -- it floods his mind with a rush of tangled emotions, ones he'll only be able to sort out in the aftermath.]

Is that so... [he pulls his hair, resting his teeth on the spot just below his ear.] A fascinating thought. [he purrs his next words,] You're such a good boy, but if you want me to spank you...

[the quiet affirmative noise he makes comes out more like a whimper than anything else, but there's a grin in his words.]

It's not punishment if it's what I want, is it. [he runs his fingers along his spine, the tips dipping in slightly as he pulls back just a bit of the glamour.] You can do whatever you'd like to me... but only because I want you to do it... and I want everything.

Mmm... [it's his turn to lose the rhythm, shifting up against the fingers pressing into his spine, sending a still-unfamiliar flare of heat through whatever it is that counts as his nervous system.]

God. [he laughs, petting the hair he'd pulled. for a moment, he lets himself lie almost still, pressing into the Captain with a slow circular motion in his hips.] You're going to be insatiable, aren't you?

You don't love me for my self-control, do you? [as if to prove the point, he grinds his hips impatiently.] And I'm not human, remember? I don't ever need to stop.

[he's likely close enough to hear, to feel how his breath hitches, how he swallows hard.]

... I spent so many centuries thinking I could only ever feel pain. I have so much catching up to do.

[the impatience is cute. futile, but cute. Skulduggery rearranges so that he's propped up on one elbow, the other hand reaching out to wrap around his scarred wrist, caressing with his thumb.]

I'm happy to make up for lost time. To give you everything until you're satiated. [his next move is slow, as agonizingly slow as when they'd first started, skull tilted to ensure he can watch his expression.] And you know, I'm barely human myself. My limits are heretofore untested... but I'd like you to find them.

Well, we'll never find it like that... [his expression is an inexplicable mix between a pout and a grin.

and then, he pauses, brow furrowing slightly. because it always takes him a moment to register touch there, or much of any sensation. his gaze drops from Skulduggery's face to his own wrist. and he's quiet for a moment.]

... I love you.

[he won't register the tears forming in his eyes for a bit, either. it just happens so rarely.]

[maybe not. but prolonging the inevitable is something Skulduggery excels at, and he wants to enjoy this. he wants to remember everything, brand it to the back of his skull so that he never loses sight of it.]

I love you. [which may as well mean i will save you. no matter how steep the cost is to break him free -- it needs to somehow be paid.

for now, there is an easier satisfaction to fulfill. he moves his hand from wrist to cheek, cupping the Captain's face briefly in his palm before slipping it between them, fingertips finding his clit. as his rhythm picks up, so do his fingers.] I want to feel you come, darling... and I want to feel your fingers inside me, turning me to fire as you do.

[he nods, words escaping him for the moment. he trails hands striped in black fire down his spine, dipping his fingers into the core of his vertebrae at the same time his whines peak into a sharp cry, tensing tight around him.]

[it's enough to sear his very nerves, as if his very consciousness is roasting in the sweetest sense. he bucks his hips, buries himself in the tight heat around him, voice strangled and gasping.]

Please, please -- [he buries his face against the Captain's neck, groaning into his skin. he's overwhelmed, he can't think -- not of anything beyond the fingers pressing into his spine.]

[he should probably be more careful, a part of him thinks. messing with magic he doesn't understand, as per usual. messing with anatomy he understands even less, as per usual.

he places his entire hand into the core of his sacrum, and closes his fist.

it's a very small part. not really worth listening to.]

[it's too much. it has to be too much, as the sensation whites out all others. it isn't quite agony, but his thoughts fizzle and pop before he can assign a better word. and then it's just white noise and the seconds-long feeling of bliss.

at least this time, he doesn't lose total consciousness, although his joints do feel momentarily too loose to actually support his weight.]

[he is as insufferably smug as he was the first time he pulled this off, and it does not seem like he plans on stopping that any time soon.

he grins, pulling out his fingers to rub gentle circles around the base of his spine.] Still with me?

[it is, admittedly, well-deserved, even if Skulduggery manages to remain (mostly) aware this time.]

Yes. [said dreamily enough that maybe it's not strictly true?? close enough, anyway.] You... better promise not to laugh if one of my legs falls off.

[with utmost seriousness] I may laugh so hard that I die.

You better hope you die. Otherwise, I'm finishing the job with my own femur.

[thankfully, he doesn't feel like all the magic keeping him together has liquified. it's definitely a little gelatinous... nothing a few minutes rest can't fix.]

Not if your ribs get there first.

[translation: you are weirdly heavy for a bag of bones, ow.]

Oh. Right.

[he'll move, if only to ensure that he can, sliding off to the side. they're getting as close to spooning as this bag of bones can get.]

Good... all in one piece. [so they never have to consider the possible physical and/or magical ramifications of fisting his pelvis!]

[he looks over at him, grinning.]

Same here. I actually managed to keep myself together, this time...

[as he speaks, he slips a hand between his legs, pressing curious fingers inside himself.]

This time. [a personal challenge for later. for now, his interest is focused entirely on watching that hand, his own fingers flexing slowly against the Captain's hip.]

[he just looks at him for a long moment.]

This form doesn't... alter, really. Not on its own. To change, an outside force must act upon it, and I... don't let that happen. Often. [his eyes flutter shut, and the movement of his hand becomes more purposeful.] Mm, never felt like this before. All open... Empty? Not sure...

[not unless it's funny, like a pair of lobster crackers to the temple. or when he trusts the outside force, like right now.]

Does it feel good? [he chuckles.] Or are you already missing me?

Not as good. [a soft laugh, even as he pushes a third finger inside himself, mostly to marvel at the fact that he can.] So, any assistance you feel up to providing would be appreciated...

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