foxtophat | when i grow to be a poppy in a graveyard

Mostly always right. [pretends to mull it over...] I'd have to agree with that. But I am terribly biased.

[does he want to mix business with pleasure and ensure that the contract situation is in hand? not particularly... but he's still going to.]

...I hope Izzy hasn't been giving you too much trouble. I'd hate to have to shoot him.

[snorts] No, nothing so drastic. He's a silly little man, but entirely manageable. Though...

[he leans forward slightly.]

I have to say, I do like the idea of you being willing to kill for me, quite a bit...

[he tips his head forward, comfortably sprawled on the uncomfortable couch. Harrison Ford wishes he could look as roguish as this faceless skeleton right now.]

Kill for you, fight for you, leave them to bleed out in the morgue for you... [he curls a beckoning finger.] I'm finding that there's quite a bit I'm willing to do at your request.

Sounds like I'm in charge... [he shifts until he's on his knees, clambering forward squarely onto his lap, thighs pressed into his hips. one hand braces against his shoulder, while the other traces idle shapes against his spine.] Hm... That may be the last thing I'd want right now. To be in control...

A request is hardly a command; it's much closer to begging than that. Something I know you're quite good at.

[he shifts easily to accommodate the body on top of his, and it's so oddly natural that he can't help but chuckle quietly. the hand not splayed across the back of the couch reaches up, fingers curling in his beard, pulling his face closer to his skull.]

And you don't have to worry, darling. I wouldn't dream of making you do any more work than necessary. Although I did enjoy watching you crawl over me just now...

Halfway to begging already, honestly... [he nuzzles his cheek against the underside of his jaw, his hips rocking in slight, frustrating attempts to find friction.] Need you so much, can hardly stand it...

[he tips the angle of his pelvis, fully aware that he isn't helping as much as he could. but how can he resist, when the image of the Captain squirming against him is such a pretty one?]

You know how to make a man feel wanted. Tell me... do you think of me when I'm not here? Fantasize about all the things you want me to do to you?

[he leans in, pressing his closed teeth against his cheek.]

I worry I may be too distracting...

Liar. You aren't worried at all. [an audible grin. he's more firmly settled himself on his thigh, grinding down on fabric and bone.] You love knowing that I can barely think of anything else but you... I don't even have reference points for half the things I feel my body want...

You're right. I am lying. [chuckling against his skin as his hands ghost over his sides, settling on his hips, adding to the friction by bracing his leg against the cushion.] There's nothing I love more than knowing I'm always on your mind. My ego wouldn't stand for anything less.

[he knows what he wants. to touch bare skin, feel the wet heat around his fingers, watching the Captain's face as he comes. he wants to be taken apart in turn and put back together again, damned if it cracks him worse than he already is. but those are the sort of desires that he doesn't want the room fulfilling for him.

it can, however, eat their clothes for them, thanks.]

We'll just have to figure out what you want through meticulous exploration.

[a soft gasp at the sudden feel of flesh on bone - and seeing Skulduggery so confidently manipulate his realm is certainly doing something for him.]

Want you, I know that for certain... Don't make me beg... [beat] Or, do. Might be fun.

[it's as simple as wanting something and letting himself have it. that being said, there isn't much that Skulduggery feels the need to change. he has a strange fondness for the mess. it's likely entirely based on his fondness for the man himself.]

Mmmm. No. No begging necessary. [he slips a hand between them, rubbing his clit between his fingers.] It would only delay my satisfaction as well.

[he whines low, pushing up against him.]

Mm... There's a few, you know. When I'm lying on this couch, thinking about you... There's the one where you take me out on the deck... Where you fill up every hole I have... The one where you don't let me come for hours, or make me come so much I forget anything else exists...

[he leans back slightly to look up at him, face reddened and eyes gleaming.]

There was one film I saw, and I spent hours after, trying to think up a way that you could use your mouth on me... There was, admittedly, a bit more biting than I think would actually be enjoyable for anyone... But, that's what fantasies are for, after all.

[desire builds as a formless pressure throughout his being, hearing so many of his own fantasies repeated back to him. as if he hasn't been thinking about all the ways he might make up for what he physically lacks. it's the only time he ever thinks he should have gotten a facade of his own.]

What I wouldn't give to have my way with you out there by the pool... fucking you into one of the lounge chairs, or pushing you up against the bar... [he gives in to the only want he really has, two fingers rubbing aginst his hole before pressisng inward.] Hmmmm. Or one of the halls. The elevator. My cabin. I've thought about how many people would hear you there, and all they'd know is that somebody was having a very good time. They'd never suspect it was you.

I'd certainly forget they aren't sound-proof, once you've got me screaming... [for now, he moans at the slight stretch, clenching around him.] And I have been wondering... If my true form can phase into yours... Can the rest of me? Fill you utterly? Hold you down to the marrow...

[a slightly drunk grin]

So, I don't just imagine how you can fuck me. I also imagine how I can fuck you.

[he'd shiver at the words, if he could. his fingers curl and stretch against the muscles around them, his thoughts swirling right past the real, potential dangers and into the hazy unknown of fantasy. he can't imagine how it would feel -- only that it would be so much sweeter than the agony he's been put through by others.

his voice is a low growl as he presses his teeth against his shoulder.]

God. I want that. There are no words for the things I want you to do to me.

We'll make new ones. [his eyes fall closed for a moment, lips shut firmly in concentration as he tilts the angle of his hips just slightly.] Need more...

[he presses a third finger in, pumping them in and out as he presses his free hand against the Captain's back. those fingers dig into his skin, scraping down his spine.]

You're going to come on my fingers, and then you're going to ride me until you can't hold yourself upright. Then, if you ask nicely enough, I'll fuck you into the mattress of whichever bed you'd like. [He nips at his neck.] Does that sound like a good time?

[the rhythm of his hips falters at the words, and his head nods slightly where it rests at the crook of his spine.]

... Uh huh. Very good, actually... [a quiet moan] Already so close... Bite me again, please...

That's what I like to hear.

[he does as told, teeth scraping against the skin before biting down once more. he could draw blood, if he wanted; for now, he only bites hard enough to leave a mark on natural skin.]

Yes, just like... Right there... [with a final grind of his clit against knuckles, he comes with a warm pulse around his fingers, limbs trembling through it but body remaining quite upright. for now.

a pause. and then, of all things, a little laugh.]

... How would you like to make things a little bit more interesting?

[says, you know, the naked man in his lap.]

Mmm. [he'll never get tired of that.

he leans back, fingers slipping free.]

Color me intrigued. What do you have in mind...?

[a grin] Give me a number. If I can reach that, plus one, I'll win... something. I haven't thought that far yet. If I don't, you win something. Deal?

[sex has a high score table and he's gonna take the top three.]

[there's a pause there for just a second or two as he processes just what he's hearing. ...it's probably weird that the competitive streak is extremely attractive.]

God, you are something else. [he chuckles, tilts his head, considers...] How many times was it the other night... twice? Three times? [look. he was not in any position to count!]

Rookie numbers. [said with completely unearned and unwarranted confidence] Don't you dare go easy on me.

[wow, Icarus. those wings are made of a substance with a much lower melt point than wax.]

I have never gone easy on you, even when I really think I should. [besides, he wants to win, too. but "twelve" might be unrealistic this time around...]

I say five, so you need six. Shall I give you the first as a freebie? [heh.]

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