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

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when i grow to be a poppy in a graveyard

[entering the boring way is, well, boring, but at least Catduggery is guaranteed to survive the transition. and it does give the Captain time to perfect looking cool and collected for the minute or so it'll take Skulduggery to reach him.]

Oh, that's right, I meant to ask... how did Izzy take the news? Did he give a little [mimes a golf-tourney fistpump] when he realized he was dead on about us?

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[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.]

[shakes head firmly] Nothing before the formation of the rules ever counts. That's how it works.

Six it is, then. [he glances down briefly, then up again.] Now, I do believe I'll need something to ride on...

A bit early to be asking Santa for a bicycle, but...

[there's still a childish little laugh when his wants manifest the soon-to-be familiar strap-on, but his amusement is dulled by deep and placeless arousal. he very much would like to win -- but he does that even if he loses.]

Just try not to hurt yourself.

I'll be good. [as if to prove it to himself, when he sinks onto the dildo, it's with a purposeful slowness, taking in centimeters at a time until about halfway down, when the angle catches something that makes him cry out.] God, doesn't feel anything like this by myself... Already feels like...

[he bottoms out with a sigh, lips parting slightly before they quirk up at the corners.]

I should start considering what I want for my prize...

[he pets the Captain's side, his attention torn between his expression and the sight of him taking the dildo bit by bit. that pleased little smile thrills in ways that can only be abstractly understood. as far as he's concerned, he's already won.]

Careful. [he rolls his hips leisurely beneath him.] Wouldn't want you to get your hopes up prematurely...

I accept nothing less than total victory, every time. [arms wrapped over his shoulders for leverage, he raises himself on his knees slowly, a calculating glint in his eyes even as the building pleasure makes him whimper with every drop.] Hm... Would you touching me be cheating on my part? It does make it so much easier...

[he needs a rulebook for this shit tbh]

Mmm... [he trails his hand teasingly along his side, down his thigh, and at last drags his fingers to his clit, rubbing in small, slow circles.] I don't know... What do you think?

Can't think, at the moment... Oh, please... [he tenses, fingers curling into the gaps between his vertebrae, and barely even takes a second before he's right back to moving, pace beginning to pick up just slightly.] That's... one...

[his spine presses against the fingers digging in, a soft noise of approval drifting from his nonexistent throat.]

There's a long way to go before you win, darling. [he can't help but move his hips against the Captain's, even if it'll only lead to his later loss...]

Every journey... Mm. You know the rest. [grins] Haven't decided on what just yet, but I do believe I know where I'll claim my prize. Since I happen to know where we'll be docking over the holidays...

Oh...? [he's almost too distracted to be curious. almost.] Have something special planned, hm? Maybe I can tease a hint out of you...

Well, I'm certainly not inclined to giving out hints for free, am I?

Oh... did you not realize what I was bargaining with? [he grazes his teeth across the spot he'd bitten before...

then leans back, his hand trailing along his inner thigh before falling away.]

[a small huff of frustration, and yeah he's just outright pouting this time.]

I don't negotiate with terrorists. [he leans forward, looking up at him through his eyelashes.] You already know I am much more easily defeated through bribery...

I'm a terrorist, now? [he chuckles, tapping a finger against his own clavicle.] That's not very nice...

[that same finger drags down his sternum, then reaches out to repeat the motion down the Captain's chest.] Maybe if you give me a little clue, just between the two of us...

[he makes a little show of pretending to be considering it, but it's ruined a bit by how he presses into the touch.]

Well... You are going to gain firsthand knowledge that I do not like snow. That's a hint.

I could have guessed that much... [but that's on him for not specifying the size of the hint required.

you get what you bargain for; he returns his focus on his clit, rubbing, pinching, possibly more invested in his next orgasm than the Captain himself.]

Don't stop, don't stop... [his voice cracks on the final word, breaking off into a gasp as the second hits him even harder than the first.] Mm, more, please...

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