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willinglychanged) wrote2015-07-09 12:19 am
willinglychanged) wrote2015-07-09 12:19 am
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Yeah, sure.
[So he massages Drew thoroughly, and his thoughts soon start to wander. Drew certainly is rather fit—more fit than Toby himself, or Dorian. But they both came from times when high society frowned upon hard work, and so their bodies reflect that sort of life. But here and now, the feel of his musculature is really quite attractive.
Wordlessly, he continues working Drew's thighs, though somewhat absently as his thoughts get away from him.]
[So he massages Drew thoroughly, and his thoughts soon start to wander. Drew certainly is rather fit—more fit than Toby himself, or Dorian. But they both came from times when high society frowned upon hard work, and so their bodies reflect that sort of life. But here and now, the feel of his musculature is really quite attractive.
Wordlessly, he continues working Drew's thighs, though somewhat absently as his thoughts get away from him.]
[Drew pulls a little face of confusion and concern, changing his grip on Grey's hand so that he's circling the other man's wrist.]
Then I guess I'll have to try an' keep things clear for you. [Even if he didn't want to push Grey into something, after all Drew couldn't get drunk. He could get high, sure, but after seeing the beautifully skinned boy's reaction and aversion to drugs he couldn't help but realize that'd be a terrible idea.
He breaks their connection only to reach into a fridge and pull out two bottles of beer, tearing off the tops with one hand, knowing fine well that any cuts the metal might make in his skin would heal in seconds before handing one to Grey.]
Then guess its a good damn thing the two of us are here for company, huh?
Then I guess I'll have to try an' keep things clear for you. [Even if he didn't want to push Grey into something, after all Drew couldn't get drunk. He could get high, sure, but after seeing the beautifully skinned boy's reaction and aversion to drugs he couldn't help but realize that'd be a terrible idea.
He breaks their connection only to reach into a fridge and pull out two bottles of beer, tearing off the tops with one hand, knowing fine well that any cuts the metal might make in his skin would heal in seconds before handing one to Grey.]
Then guess its a good damn thing the two of us are here for company, huh?
[Drew lets his head throw back, resting on a pillow as Toby works on his legs with another soft little groan. He still let's the joint hang out of the corner of his mouth, puffing on it occasionally as he practically melts there, clearly enjoying himself despite Toby's wandering thoughts. He was none the wiser himself.]
[ He wishes Thomas would come home. He wishes he knew who hurt him. He wishes everything would be how it was before tonight.
Drew opens a bottle with nothing but skin, and Grey reaches for him at once. He knows those tops are sharp. He knows people use a tool to open them, he's seen Jeff do it. But when he reaches for Drew's hand, he sees no problem.
He healed fast, Drew had said. He hadn't been afraid of going to the swear in because of that. It's not that Grey hadn't believed him; he just hasn't seen anything like this before. He lets out the breath he's been holding, which is the only sound he ever makes. Then he takes the bottle, and takes a sip of liquid he's not used to and tastes like nothing he wants to know.
But it's better than protein bars. Better than Thomas' moonshine, too. He takes another drink, and then looks up at Drew with a nod. ]
i dont want it to be clear tonight
[ His eyes dart briefly around, and then with a fluid movement, he jumps up to sit on the counter beside Drew. His hand lifts to find his shoulder, and his fingers are gentle as they move over it. ]
im glad you're here
im glad you waited .
Drew opens a bottle with nothing but skin, and Grey reaches for him at once. He knows those tops are sharp. He knows people use a tool to open them, he's seen Jeff do it. But when he reaches for Drew's hand, he sees no problem.
He healed fast, Drew had said. He hadn't been afraid of going to the swear in because of that. It's not that Grey hadn't believed him; he just hasn't seen anything like this before. He lets out the breath he's been holding, which is the only sound he ever makes. Then he takes the bottle, and takes a sip of liquid he's not used to and tastes like nothing he wants to know.
But it's better than protein bars. Better than Thomas' moonshine, too. He takes another drink, and then looks up at Drew with a nod. ]
i dont want it to be clear tonight
[ His eyes dart briefly around, and then with a fluid movement, he jumps up to sit on the counter beside Drew. His hand lifts to find his shoulder, and his fingers are gentle as they move over it. ]
im glad you're here
im glad you waited .
[It's only when Toby realizes his hands are moving dangerously close to Drew's buns that he consciously pulls away.]
Well, I definitely managed the comfy part of the deal.
Well, I definitely managed the comfy part of the deal.
You're a good man, Toby. [He smiles lazily, his eyes opening again. They were just a little red around the ages. He'd felt just how close Toby had been to his ass and pouts.] Now what happens if I get a cramp in my ass, huh?
[He sees Grey's sudden movement and it shocks him a little, his head cocking suddenly, much like a dog going to attention. Except then he realizes the thought process the other man must've been going through.] Hey now, thought I told you I healed fast? [He grins before taking a sip of the drink.] Y'could go ahead and run me through with one of those knives if y'felt like it. [His head swung in the direction of a knife block.] Now how 'bout you stop worryin' 'bout me every five seconds, huh?
[When Grey moves up onto the counter though Drew steps a little closer to him, entering the space between the other man's legs with a grin.] Like I said last time, I'm here for you any time y'want me, Grey. Besides, werewolves don't need a lotta sleep, we've got some pretty good stamina.
[When Grey moves up onto the counter though Drew steps a little closer to him, entering the space between the other man's legs with a grin.] Like I said last time, I'm here for you any time y'want me, Grey. Besides, werewolves don't need a lotta sleep, we've got some pretty good stamina.
[He laughs more, which probably doesn't help the whole acting weird thing.
He tries to fly back to Drew's place as fast as he can; breaking in is quick and easy, and there he makes the shift. Nothing to do but glamour himself as quickly as he can, heartbeat surging as he tries to complete his spells before Drew catches up. Putting the glamour on his horns requires blood; then he casts again, to hide the wounds he had to make; in the lattermost spell, he tries to mask the smell of blood, too, or blot it out of existence at least. For Drew, that might be similar to having a conspicuous and noticable blindspot in your sight: Abduxel's never practiced hiding smells, and doesn't understand the depth of smell well enough to do it seamlessly. That is, if Drew doesn't first walk in on him with either his horns out or a cut on his arm and a knife in his hand, anyway.]
He tries to fly back to Drew's place as fast as he can; breaking in is quick and easy, and there he makes the shift. Nothing to do but glamour himself as quickly as he can, heartbeat surging as he tries to complete his spells before Drew catches up. Putting the glamour on his horns requires blood; then he casts again, to hide the wounds he had to make; in the lattermost spell, he tries to mask the smell of blood, too, or blot it out of existence at least. For Drew, that might be similar to having a conspicuous and noticable blindspot in your sight: Abduxel's never practiced hiding smells, and doesn't understand the depth of smell well enough to do it seamlessly. That is, if Drew doesn't first walk in on him with either his horns out or a cut on his arm and a knife in his hand, anyway.]
[ For the barest moment, Grey thinks Drew means his own knife. Then he understands, and he breaks a tiny smile. He can't stop worrying. Not tonight, especially not tonight.
But Drew is doing a good job of distracting him. Grey responds automatically, legs moving apart to give him space, and empty hand moving up to slide around Drew's shoulders. He slides closer, and his hand rests lightly against Drew's har. ]
no knives for you
none .
[ Werewolf or not. Healer or not. Grey sets the beer bottle down to bring his other hand over. It lifts, and his fingertips brush through the stubble on Drew's neck. It's more intimate than Grey has been with anyone since the Train. His eyelids flicker, and his head tilts, nose nudging against Drew's cheek. He likes this. All his worries could be laid down here.
He wants to ask if Drew wants, but he leans back to search his eyes and ask him with a questioning expression, and not with a tattoo. He's never needed words for this before. ]
But Drew is doing a good job of distracting him. Grey responds automatically, legs moving apart to give him space, and empty hand moving up to slide around Drew's shoulders. He slides closer, and his hand rests lightly against Drew's har. ]
no knives for you
none .
[ Werewolf or not. Healer or not. Grey sets the beer bottle down to bring his other hand over. It lifts, and his fingertips brush through the stubble on Drew's neck. It's more intimate than Grey has been with anyone since the Train. His eyelids flicker, and his head tilts, nose nudging against Drew's cheek. He likes this. All his worries could be laid down here.
He wants to ask if Drew wants, but he leans back to search his eyes and ask him with a questioning expression, and not with a tattoo. He's never needed words for this before. ]
Looks like you'll just have to live with it. [Said teasingly before he gives Drew's ass a playful slap.
He pulls away and stretches a bit.] Feel up for dinner yet? I think I might be.
He pulls away and stretches a bit.] Feel up for dinner yet? I think I might be.
[Definitely weird. Not that it matters though, if Matthew wanted to meet him there well then far be it for the werewolf to try and stop him. He lets out one last howl before he's suddenly off like a shot, becoming a blur in the forest as he makes his way back home, following nose and instinct rather than any landmark.
It doesn't take him long to avoid near his building again and he transforms back quickly, he may have left the house in a car but now he was here with no keys, no clothes and nothing to help him get inside but an open window. He throws himself up to the sill thanks to a bout of supernatural strength and hauls himself up and over, collapsing on the floor of his own place and not looking at Matthew just yet. The only reason he knew the other man was there was because he could smell him.]
You're gonna have to get your driver to find my clothes an' keys.
It doesn't take him long to avoid near his building again and he transforms back quickly, he may have left the house in a car but now he was here with no keys, no clothes and nothing to help him get inside but an open window. He throws himself up to the sill thanks to a bout of supernatural strength and hauls himself up and over, collapsing on the floor of his own place and not looking at Matthew just yet. The only reason he knew the other man was there was because he could smell him.]
You're gonna have to get your driver to find my clothes an' keys.
Edited 2015-09-02 22:05 (UTC)
[He liked how responsive Grey was, how the two of them seemed to fit together pretty quickly. It was nice, the kind of tactility and intimacy he expected from his friends, the kind of thing he expected from a pack. Even if this facsimile wasn't quite the real thing, it was still better than nothing.]
Fine then, don't gimme knives. Give me somethin' else.
[He grins, eyebrows raising in challenge. He could tell that Grey's expression was searching for something, the kind of thing the werewolf tended to have a pretty good idea of.]
Fine then, don't gimme knives. Give me somethin' else.
[He grins, eyebrows raising in challenge. He could tell that Grey's expression was searching for something, the kind of thing the werewolf tended to have a pretty good idea of.]
I take it back, you're not a good man any mmore. [He pouts.] The whole point is you gotta tenderise your meat before dinner. [He chuckles though.] If you're hungry, go for it. [He tilts his neck to the side quickly in offering, completely nonchalant about the process.]
[ This is easy for Grey. Touching, seeking out friendship and comfort. On the Train, Gilliam used to reach for Grey, and Grey would respond with willing obedience. He misses how easy they were together. He will never get that back, because Gilliam is gone. Gilliam had been everything to him, and there's a side of him that has no idea how to let that go.
But there's also a side that wants to feel the ease of that companionship again. He likes Drew's smile. He likes the way he feels when he's around him. He likes the scruff of his beard and the way he's friendly, always friendly, always welcoming. Why can't they?
He wonders, for a moment, if Gilliam would be angry.
Then he looks up, meeting Drew's eyes, and seeing his expression the same as it always is - open, warm, friendly, everything that Grey craves so much. This time, when he leans forward, he does kiss him. It comes from instinct rather than decision, because the conflict of it all is still roiling away inside him.
The moment he makes contact, though, he doesn't seem conflicted. Grey is not inexperienced with this. His hands slide over Drew's shoulders and pull him close, and his lips are soft and warm, and very lightly, they tease at Drew's. He leans in, kissing him gently, and then finishing by drawing Drew's lower lip briefly into his mouth. He leans back, lips tingling and heart thudding. He both wants, and is afraid to want.
His eyes search Drew's again, uncertain. Is it okay? Is this what he wants too? ]
But there's also a side that wants to feel the ease of that companionship again. He likes Drew's smile. He likes the way he feels when he's around him. He likes the scruff of his beard and the way he's friendly, always friendly, always welcoming. Why can't they?
He wonders, for a moment, if Gilliam would be angry.
Then he looks up, meeting Drew's eyes, and seeing his expression the same as it always is - open, warm, friendly, everything that Grey craves so much. This time, when he leans forward, he does kiss him. It comes from instinct rather than decision, because the conflict of it all is still roiling away inside him.
The moment he makes contact, though, he doesn't seem conflicted. Grey is not inexperienced with this. His hands slide over Drew's shoulders and pull him close, and his lips are soft and warm, and very lightly, they tease at Drew's. He leans in, kissing him gently, and then finishing by drawing Drew's lower lip briefly into his mouth. He leans back, lips tingling and heart thudding. He both wants, and is afraid to want.
His eyes search Drew's again, uncertain. Is it okay? Is this what he wants too? ]
Thank you. [His voice is quiet and grateful. A small smile plays on his lips as he approaches Drew carefully. His breath is cool, soft, and light against Drew's skin as he moves toward where Drew's pulse is strongest. His lips touch against that spot before his teeth drive to their mark. The blood flows so nicely, and Toby chews to keep it coming as he sucks at the wounds eagerly.]
Edited 2015-09-03 13:58 (UTC)
[It was a strange sensation when high, feeling someone physically puncturing your neck with their fangs. He let's out a little gasp, but then it turns into something like a moan when Toby chews on the wound. So maybe someone had a thing for biting after all; his fingers curling in the arm of the chair.
[Drew's hands come up instinctively to circle Grey's waist, holding his lithe form there on the counter-top even before the other man leans in for a kiss. He can almost pinpoint the exact moment the tide turns in that regard, the way the emotions in the room suddenly tip and overflow. His lips are curled up in a smile when Grey's touch his, caught up in the moment.
It was always exciting, kissing someone new, even for a man like Drew who had kissed so many. Especially now that he was a werewolf, because suddenly the loudest noise in the room was Grey's heartbeat and Drew found himself getting lost in the rush of it as a pair of soft and warm lips pull at his own, he leans in instinctively, taking a deep breath through his nose, basking in Grey's scent.
He lets out a little sigh though when the other man inevitably pulls back, his hands tightening slightly as if he was afraid Grey would pull back entirely, he smiles widely though because it was a hell of a kiss- sweet and gentle, unlike some of the kisses he'd had recently. Instead of polluting the moment with words though he just nods eagerly. Of course this was okay, how could it not be?]
It was always exciting, kissing someone new, even for a man like Drew who had kissed so many. Especially now that he was a werewolf, because suddenly the loudest noise in the room was Grey's heartbeat and Drew found himself getting lost in the rush of it as a pair of soft and warm lips pull at his own, he leans in instinctively, taking a deep breath through his nose, basking in Grey's scent.
He lets out a little sigh though when the other man inevitably pulls back, his hands tightening slightly as if he was afraid Grey would pull back entirely, he smiles widely though because it was a hell of a kiss- sweet and gentle, unlike some of the kisses he'd had recently. Instead of polluting the moment with words though he just nods eagerly. Of course this was okay, how could it not be?]
[ Something in Grey settles when Drew nods. It's been a long time, for him. He hasn't done this since he got here, and there had been a part of him that feared rejection the way he never did when he was on the Train.
But Drew hadn't done that. Drew is everything he'd seemed before; smiling, warm, happy. How is he always so happy? That's the image of him that Grey carries, the one he imagines when he's far away. He nods, in return, and then he closes that distance again.
It sends heat shooting through his body, heat the fuels his hands to move over Drew's neck and shoulders, and splay across his chest. His eyes slide closed and he presses closer, flicking an experimental tongue against Drew's lower lip. At the same time his hips move closer, so that he balances himself on the very edge of the counter with Drew's body holding him up. ]
But Drew hadn't done that. Drew is everything he'd seemed before; smiling, warm, happy. How is he always so happy? That's the image of him that Grey carries, the one he imagines when he's far away. He nods, in return, and then he closes that distance again.
It sends heat shooting through his body, heat the fuels his hands to move over Drew's neck and shoulders, and splay across his chest. His eyes slide closed and he presses closer, flicking an experimental tongue against Drew's lower lip. At the same time his hips move closer, so that he balances himself on the very edge of the counter with Drew's body holding him up. ]
[The heat that suddenly sparks between them excites him a little. It wasn't quite arousal yet, it was something more pure than that. Because the thing was he didn't want to just throw Grey into bed the same way he'd do with some guy at the bar. It was nice, this, instead of the way he usually dealt with these situations.
His hands do wander slightly though, pushing the other man's t-shirt out of the way so that his warm hands could settle on warm flesh, thumbs brushing at the skin he found there. He took the experimental tongue as an invitation though, his mouth falling open and his own experienced tongue flicking out to move Grey's even as he takes the boy's weight and supports him. It was a good thing he was a werewolf; his strength supported this kind of motion without any discomfort and if nothing else, it meant he felt more of Drew's body heat between the two of them even as Drew's seems to permeate the air itself.]
His hands do wander slightly though, pushing the other man's t-shirt out of the way so that his warm hands could settle on warm flesh, thumbs brushing at the skin he found there. He took the experimental tongue as an invitation though, his mouth falling open and his own experienced tongue flicking out to move Grey's even as he takes the boy's weight and supports him. It was a good thing he was a werewolf; his strength supported this kind of motion without any discomfort and if nothing else, it meant he felt more of Drew's body heat between the two of them even as Drew's seems to permeate the air itself.]
[ This is warm. This is very warm. It takes Grey a while to realise that the heat it not entirely what should be expected, that Drew is warmer than another man would be. But at the end of the day, of course Drew is warmer. Why would he not be? He's happier, gentler, more tactile. He's all of those good things. Why not that, too?
He doesn't even pause when his shirt is moved, when suddenly there are hands on his back. That's what he wanted too; all of this is. He sighs into Drew's mouth when he feels his tongue, and Grey responds automatically to that. His lips part and widen, and he slides his tongue against Drew's. The contact sends a warm shiver through him.
His hands have gone from tactile to exploratory, and they slide idly around Drew's back. Grey's body is the product of his lifestyle; thin, almost painfully thin, but lined with hard sinews of muscle. Drew is broader than him, much warmer than him, and the thing is that Grey has never known a body like this. So healthy, so strong. It's new, and stirs the curiosity in him. Eager fingertips move over Drew's baack and then move around, find his chest and skirt up to his neck. He likes rough stubble, and the ends of soft hair, and he plays with them. His head tilts; his lips seek more, and his thighs press lightly against either side of Drew's hips. ]
He doesn't even pause when his shirt is moved, when suddenly there are hands on his back. That's what he wanted too; all of this is. He sighs into Drew's mouth when he feels his tongue, and Grey responds automatically to that. His lips part and widen, and he slides his tongue against Drew's. The contact sends a warm shiver through him.
His hands have gone from tactile to exploratory, and they slide idly around Drew's back. Grey's body is the product of his lifestyle; thin, almost painfully thin, but lined with hard sinews of muscle. Drew is broader than him, much warmer than him, and the thing is that Grey has never known a body like this. So healthy, so strong. It's new, and stirs the curiosity in him. Eager fingertips move over Drew's baack and then move around, find his chest and skirt up to his neck. He likes rough stubble, and the ends of soft hair, and he plays with them. His head tilts; his lips seek more, and his thighs press lightly against either side of Drew's hips. ]
[He straddles Drew, trying to gain better vantage as he feeds. One of his hands goes up to caress Drew's face as he continues gnashing and sucking in turns.]
[Drew lets out another little groan and has to stop himself from writhing underneath Toby's grip. It was all a bit much when he was stoned, the way he could feel all of it so intensely.]
[He spends just a little longer nursing attentively on his wounds and enjoying the hot, sweet blood flowing from them. And when he's done, he sits up contentedly, still straddling Drew's waist before sucking his own teeth to clean them of the blood. Afterward, he grins.]
That. Was. Magnificent. [Studying Drew's countenance, ] Need a break, or do you want your pizza already?
That. Was. Magnificent. [Studying Drew's countenance, ] Need a break, or do you want your pizza already?
Now magnificent is a pretty fancy word for it... but it ain't the first time a guys used his mouth on me an' complimented me when he's done. [He grins before slumping lazily into the couch.] Not even sure what I want right now.
[The moment Drew realizes that Grey doesn't have a problem with where his hands might go they turn a little more eager, sliding up the other man's spine until they were just below his shoulder blades, with blunt fingernails which then trace their way back down to rest on his hips again. He wasn't interested in pushing too far, it was too nice to just say this way, even as his own heart picked up speed and he seemed to get impossibly hotter.
It was strange, the feeling of Grey's body beneath him. It was the kind of body he wasn't strictly used to- back home bodies were well fed, especially the kind of bodies Drew tended to spend time with, hard werewolf bodies built of layers of thick muscle stretched over broad frames and covered with coarse hair. It wasn't to say Grey's body was bad, just different... coupled with the overwhelming urge that Drew should pay it more care and attention than he would others even as his tongue caresses Grey's in a surprisingly gentle yet heartfelt kiss.]
It was strange, the feeling of Grey's body beneath him. It was the kind of body he wasn't strictly used to- back home bodies were well fed, especially the kind of bodies Drew tended to spend time with, hard werewolf bodies built of layers of thick muscle stretched over broad frames and covered with coarse hair. It wasn't to say Grey's body was bad, just different... coupled with the overwhelming urge that Drew should pay it more care and attention than he would others even as his tongue caresses Grey's in a surprisingly gentle yet heartfelt kiss.]
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