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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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...

God, but you are gorgeous. [he doesn't let up, his free hand tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as he rolls his hips.] And so well-behaved, at least for me.

Only for you - oh, oh fuck! [his fingers scrabble for purchase on his shoulder blades, blunt nails scraping.]

... Three? [not entirely sure if that was two separate or one extended.]

Hmm. [he makes a small show of debating, tilting his head briefly back and forth...] The judges are in agreement... three.

[he tips the Captain's head back with the hand in his hair, teeth kissing the apple of his throat. ] Whatever will you want to do in the snow?

Avoid it entirely.

[he tilts his head up further.]

There are, however, some very, very lovely beds in front of fireplaces... with some very sturdy headboards...

[there's so much skin to nip at, to touch...]

I certainly pity our neighbors... [he bites at one bare shoulder, once sharply, the next more gently.] Tell me more about what we might do when you win.

When I win... [a breathless laugh, and maybe that's what motivates his hips to pick up the pace.] Still want you to tie me up. Bind my ankles apart, so I couldn't close my legs even if I wanted to... You could leave me there all day, and I wouldn't move an inch; I could break free whenever I want, but I never do, because I know it's you and you'll always--

[a sharp moan cuts him off, his head falling forward onto his shoulder a bit as he grinds down on him, chasing a peak that suddenly seems a bit more difficult to hit than before.]

[his grip softens in his hair, fingers carding through the strands. it isn't a break -- just a slower lap than the others.]

You know I'll always come back. As if I could leave you like that for long... [his hands slide from their positions, across his back, grabbing his ass and kneading the soft flesh.] You're doing so well, darling. [a quiet laugh] I'm rooting for you, I really am.

Oh... Mm. Like your victory wouldn't be just as interesting... [his nails trace mindless patterns against bone, except for moments when they seem a little bit less mindless, and look a bit more like the lazy swoops of hearts.] Think I'm starting to like games where everyone wins...

[the shapes aren't lost on him. not even the mindless ones. they might as well be seared into the bone.]

Stealing your idea is probably cheap... no matter how much fun it would be. You'll find mine silly in comparison, I'm sure. Especially since I won't know what we could take advantage of in the future...

[he's playfully dancing around one word in particular: boring.]

[rolls eyes, but in a loving fashion.]

It won't be silly. [beat] ... Promise to pretend otherwise if it is. I want to know...

So encouraging. [he can't help his fondness, which helps subdue that misplaced embarrassment.] I think... I would like to take you out. Try to romance you. Maybe... mmm. Dancing. Pretending to eat and drink. And when I've had all my fun playing pretend there... well. Sturdy headboards, warm fires... something about you filling me to the marrow... that all sounds fun.

[it does mean people will see. it possibly means confrontations. it's definitely a bad idea... which is why he's not opposed to being the loser, this time around.]

[there is a sound like breath being caught in his throat, and his body comes to a sudden, shaky halt in his lap.

a pause.]

... Four...

[his hands meet at the small of his back, rubbing slow, comforting circles. in for a penny, he figures...]

It's been a long time since I genuinely wanted to take someone out, is all. And you'd be obligated to put up with it, no matter how obnoxious I want to be. You'd even have to dress nicely. Laugh at my jokes, thank me for pulling out your chair...

[now he's just being a sap. ...but, he can't even help himself:]

...Let me ravish you against the door in the hallway, because I certainly won't be able to resist...

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