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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Is that so... [as if his ego needed the additional fuel.] Then you'll have to be very clear with me when you think you don't like something.

[hmmm. the question becomes how creative he wants to be. it truly is a bit like having too many channels to watch...

well, turnabout is fair play. he rakes his fingers up the Captain's chest, over his shirt, until they meet at the first button, curling between the fabric yanking in one fluid motion.]

Oooh, [as the buttons pop and the thread rip audibly,] that is fun.

[a slightly smug grin] Told you so.

[so, of course, he wants to join in on the fun too, helping to yank his shirt the rest of the way off with zero care for how it ends up. not like it's a real shirt, anyway.]

Rest assured that if I decide I don't like something, it won't go on for much longer than that. [now a very smug grin] Do your worst.

[the only concern left is that he might try to push past discomfort out of sheer stubbornness. but Skulduggery can trust him as much as he's being trusted himself.]

My worst...? Hmmm. That'll take some thought. [he scratches his fingers through the hair on his now bare chest, head tilting consideringly as a handful of increasingly filthy ideas come to mind. he leans down, briefly nuzzles his bony face against the Captain's cheek, and then ducks lower to nip at his neck, down the side and around to the hollow of his throat.]

[his legs squirm where they’re trapped between his, head falling back to grant greater access. his gaze remains fixed on him, no matter the angle.]

Mhm, I do love to watch your mind work…

[trapped is such a good word for it, as Skulduggery's legs refuse to budge. he drags his teeth across his jugular, pinching the soft skin briefly, drifting lower still to scrape his collarbone.]

I wonder if you can actually see it. [he lifts his head, unable to articulate the inquisitive stare.] I can still remember what those "shrimp colors" look like... [he raises one hand to offer corresponding scare quotes, then traces those same fingers around a nipple.]

[a quiet laugh, half amusement, half ticklish] I can see like humans do, if I like. As long as the human glamour is intact.

[and not, y’know, cracked like an lobster shell.]

That last time, when it fell… [he bites his lip] I saw shades in you that I’ve never seen before. I don’t know what they were. But, they were beautiful.

[he's nothing more than bone, magic, and terrible things. the idea that anyone would use the word beautiful for him should be laughable. and yet, if he had a heart, it would skip a beat.]

You should be careful -- my ego's fit to burst as it is.

[he moves lower, pelvis straddling the Captain's knees as he drags his hands down his belly. lightly at first, and then harder the second time, until his hands almost reach the waistband of his pants.]

I had fun undressing you last time. I think I'd rather skip the pretense this time. [clothes? seriously. who needs them??]

[a soft smile] Whatever you will, will be.

[in less than a blink, his clothes are gone, and for all that he’s done it to himself, his face still colors slightly.

of course, he’s also taken the liberty to impose his own will, and Skulduggery’s clothes are also gone. don’t worry about it.]

[the joke's on him, that's precisely what Skulduggery wanted!]

Fantastic. [he splays his fingers across either side of the Captain's hips, squeezing the flesh underneath.] It's funny. The first time in hundreds of years I wish I had skin, and it would only be to better feel you. Taste you.

[his hands begin wandering across his skin; his belly, his hips, his thighs, sliding beneath so that he can squeeze his ass. he is, pointedly, avoiding the patch of hair between his legs.]

Not enough to actually want for a face, mind you... [which is why that isn't happening. fuck facades, we're boning down.]

Fortunately, I like you just the way you-- [and the last word is lost in an outright squeak, and he swats his shoulder lightly.]

W-We just need to be creative. As per usual... [it's a little difficult for him to move much - and he's starting to suspect that's the point - but he's sure giving it his best.]

[it's a delightful reaction, one that draws something near a giggle out of him. it's the closest to truly alive he's felt since he crawled out of the river, and he wants more.]

You're going to have to try better than that, darling. [he shifts their position so that he can spread the Captain's thighs out on either side of his femurs. his grip makes it easy to drag their hips together; for now, it's a good thing that this doesn't quite manage any real friction between them.] You might even have to use your words...

Ugh... [and yet, it's worded just enough like a challenge to put a steely set in his eyes. he lets his arms fall above his head, one hand gripping lightly at the sheets.]

I... [a swallow, and he wets his lips.] I want you to fuck me.

[finally, his hours of research are coming in clutch.]

Oh, do you? [despite his teasing, his voice is low and thick with desire, and even without eyes to follow, it's obvious he's taking in the sight below him, committing it to memory.]

With you looking like this, how could I possibly resist?

[he moves his hands between the Captain's thighs, encouraging them further apart. he imagines that, if he were anything more than bone and consciousness...

no forethought or blinking required; there just is. he looks down, sees he's wearing a strap-on and immediately bursts into immature giggles. he smothers it to death via metaphorical pillow, but seeing his mind real-time problem solve for his lack of equipment is A Lot.]

[he blinks, puzzled, and manages to push himself up slightly on his elbows - only to fall back down soon after, laughing into his fist even as near-constant blush turns darker.]

Like I said. Subconscious desires. [the same ones that spread his legs open wider, and make him clench around nothing.]

[the only thing that keeps him from being utterly sidetracked is watching the ever-darkening blush spread across his skin. he can't help the continued noises of amusement as his fingers finally slide close enough to feel the heat between his legs, fading into a satisfied hum as he spreads the skin there.]

I'm afraid I've gotten quite distracted... Remind me again what you want me to do to you.

[he glares at him for a moment, but this is very much still A Game He Is Going To Win, and he was raised to be many things, but by god none of them were a quitter.

he shifts his hips up slightly, pushing towards his fingers, the movement giving him the time to steel himself enough that he can manage the next sentence without his nerves stuttering the letters or adding in pauses, gaze fixed firmly on Skulduggery's own.]

I want you to fuck me, daddy.

[his laugh is honestly so unattractive but he is just completely gobsmacked. the first thing he thinks of is Avery-as-Darcy shouting "YEAH, I KNOW IT'S CREEPY."]

Where the hell did you come up with that! [hes gonna die -- no, no, serious tender moment, he's got this. (he is absolutely saving this for later embarrassment.)]

I love you. Never call me that again. [which is a serious request despite the giggling. god this whole thing is like a terrible porno and as the mortification dies, the amusement rises. he's still wearing a metaphorical grin when he presses the tip of silicon against the Captain.]

[he smirks, because that's another point for him, and he has the current high score in sex, something that is normal to want and possible to achieve.]

I have been doing intensive research. [a pause, and his eyes widen for a second.] Oh, before I completely forget... I did have a hypothesis I wanted to check...

[his hands ghost down his ribs on their way to his hips, ending up where harness meets bone. his eyes go full black for just a fraction of a second... Skulduggery will find that it has the same level of sensory ability as any other part of him, as if it were truly an extension of himself.]

... Okay. I'm about 75% sure that worked. 85% sure I didn't cause massive nerve damage. [...] 83%.

[intensive research, hmmm? he wants to ask, but part of the fun is finding out on his own, right? (even if it involves feeling mortified once in a while!)]

Very reassuring... [the sarcasm is mostly missing, the humor muted by the sudden change in sensation. pressure, heat, wetness -- it washes over him with the Captain's touch. he almost wishes he could breathe, just to feel the air catch in his lungs; if nerve damage is what he gets for this, then so be it.] ...More than that, very appreciated.

[still resting the tip between his folds, Skulduggery finds his clit, lightly rolling his thumb over it.] Are you ready?

[he couldn't stop the whine he makes, or how he grinds up at even that slight touch, even if he wanted to - and he doesn't.

he nods slowly, the slightest tremor in his voice when he speaks.] Please...

[he hums his approval first, applying more pressure with his thumb as he slowly pushes in, then whispers teasingly,] Good boy.

[it's either the praise or the slow stretch, unlike anything he can remember having felt before, that pulls the broken moan from him - or both, more likely.]

Oh, fuck... [he's been practically dripping since they were still out on the deck; that's no obstacle. but, he feels it opening him up wider than Skulduggery's fingers had, and, even at the start, deeper than his own had dared to try. it's... a lot. so much. too much.

a leg hooks around the backs of his thigh bones, urging him closer.]

[he wants to sink into him until he has nothing more to give, but he does it slowly, enraptured by the feel of muscles clenching around him. he moves his hands back to the Captain's ass, squeezing, using the leverage to ensure a long, slow process.]

Mm! [he pushes back into the touch this time, arching his back up, trying speed the process along due to sheer stubborn impatience despite the fact that he feels like he's slowly losing his mind. one arm falls loosely to his side, while the other drapes across his eyes.] Please...

[his overwhelming desire has nowhere to go, spreading across his nerves in rolling waves of desperate passion. he hadn't been lying; all he wants, all he needs, is to see the effect he has on the man below him.]

Alright, love. For you, anything. [his begging is gasoline on the fire, and Skulduggery gives in, sinking fully into him.]

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