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

[light_mischief]

[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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[light_mischief]

[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.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[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.]

[light_mischief]

[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.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[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?

[light_mischief]

[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.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

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

[light_mischief]

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.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Not if your ribs get there first.

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

[light_mischief]

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!]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[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.]

[light_mischief]

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.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[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...

[light_mischief]

[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?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

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...