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]

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...