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APPLE ORCHARDS AND TORN DREAMS [OPEN]
Who: Open Log (All)
Where: Around the city (one prompt at the Green Valley school
Summary: Welcome Ceremonies, Dreams, Stirring a shadow hornet's nest. No big deal.
Warnings: N/A
As September begins, the apple orchards of Greenfield Valley school are bursting with thousands of apples of various flavors and colors. There's even an experimental breed that's blue!
Those who have been attending the school know that this means a few important things. The first (and most important of course) is that it means that fall vacation is coming in just a few weeks (despite school having started just a few weeks ago), the second is that the school's menu is going to have a high number of apple-themed dishes until winter, and finally, the opening ceremonies.
The opening ceremonies are - well - one would consider them mostly boring for typical schools. And truth be told, Green Valley is not an exception. A single camera posed at the school's main gymnasium, a large podium in the center. For those who can't be physically there, the school's televisions all synchronized to a live broadcast as does the audio feeds. You can't quite escape it. Yet most people don't - after all it's one of the rare times of the year where the principal appears to wish students good fortune.
The person who stands in the front, Ms Michelle Andersen, is the very definition of an ice queen. Her face is perhaps locked forever into an emotionless stare. Bright blonde hair with blue eyes, both contract to her orange and black outfit.
Behind her, three men, the vice principals, who tend to play the good cops to her bad cop routine and insist that most students call them by their first names unless something really bad has happened; Norman (the most average man on campus that no one would know who he was if it wasn't for his name tag), Jeremy (the tallest staff member standing at over 195cm, thin, a bit of a lisp but he always means well), and Felix (possibly the hairiest man on campus as far as the rumors go, muscular, and a black beard that matches his scowling face when he isn't laughing - which is usually all the time. In fact, he's holding back himself from doing so when Ms. Andersen speaks.)
The presentation is short, as the Principal wishes all the students a great year, gives a bit of data on the number of students (they are up 300 new students from last year), the number of important guests that have passed, then as quickly as she was there, she leaves, explaining that there are additional meetings and events she will explain in greatest detail in the upcoming months.
Afterwards the students are treated to the vice principals singing a welcome song (it goes as well as one would expect it to go), telling the students that they are free to pick as many apples as they want as long as they all get eaten, but everyone is limited to two of the new apples and report to the hospital wards if any of them feel anything unusual after eating them. Just in case.
When the ceremonies are done, students and staff can return to their day...although some of the staff can be heard commenting that the Principal seemed even more...cold this year. Of course asking them for details would just cause them to shoo anyone away and pretend they didn't say anything.
[OOC: Players are welcome to speak to themselves or go have some apples. It's a general school mingling prompt! Additionally, it will be possible to email the vice principals during that week should the characters want to talk with them or ask school questions. Typical school stuff.]
(Awakened prompt, Monday 4th, day and night.)
"Alright Lambs, time to get to work."
Luci's voice echoed in their phone, laughing. Was he doing a peace sign?
"There's only a few but they'll be useful. I want you to find them and see what you can do. Who knows! Maybe you might be better at this than me, although I doubt it heh heh heh…Now remember what I said! You have to get them to fall asleep...but there's no real rules for that!"
For the Awakened, the symbols above the Unawakeneds’ heads will be as clear as day - Luci will even go so far as play little musical tunes when the characters are close by or distract them using electronics. "Come on! Stop wasting time and do something!"
For the Unawakened who have a relative, it will be somewhat easy. It is the others that will be a pain. Maybe that's why Luci asked for help. Or maybe he just wanted to see his 'lambs' struggle. "Get them to bed! It's not that hard! If you have trouble, just show them the program I've put into your phone and toaster! Or knock them with your toaster first if you want, I don't care! Just go in teams when you go after them, got it?"
It's obvious that 'sleeping' as far as Luci is concerned, is when someone is unconscious - he seems to almost want someone to knock an Unawakened out and then drag him into a room and let themselves go to sleep.
Once the task is done, and the place is secure, the characters will have to do the same. While the hypnotic wheel from the program is the easiest way, there's no hard rule about knocking oneself out either.
MINDJACK
Once the characters get inside, they'll be in the person's mind and dreams. Eddan's memories are predominant, and the unawakened will be standing there wandering around. It will be up to the Awakened to peel back the fabric of reality, much like curtains and show them the true memories of their past...
But beware. Shadows lurk here, and transforming will be necessarily. And if a character dies in someone else's dream...they might never wake up. So be careful...
The main mission is to showcase the person a few memories. Give them an idea that something might be amiss...it can be a little or a lot. Just be careful that the more memories, the stronger the shadows become... When both are done and awaken, ten minutes will have passed. Perhaps it will be time for question afterwards.
[OOC:The Unawakened characters need to be isolated for the program to run, and so do the players, so half the 'fun' will be setting up the traps so that the characters will be alone.
Awakened might decide to have someone stand on guard while the others go to sleep with the Unawakened, or just all stupidly go together, or find an area where they won't be disturbed - everything is up to you.
The dreamscape can be anything the Unawakened desires! It could be good memories of their time in Eddan or bad memories, a mixture of both, or just silly dreams. Whatever it is, the Awakened will need to 'peel' those memories away - for example showing them that their mother was someone else in their other life, or even directing the person to a mirror so that they can see their true selves. But for each memory - both good or bad, shadows will start to attack both the Unawakened and Awakened. Be careful and let the mods know if a mission goes REALLY bad.]
Where: Around the city (one prompt at the Green Valley school
Summary: Welcome Ceremonies, Dreams, Stirring a shadow hornet's nest. No big deal.
Warnings: N/A
"Are you ready my black lambs? Let's get to work..."
Apple Picking (General Prompt)
As September begins, the apple orchards of Greenfield Valley school are bursting with thousands of apples of various flavors and colors. There's even an experimental breed that's blue!
Those who have been attending the school know that this means a few important things. The first (and most important of course) is that it means that fall vacation is coming in just a few weeks (despite school having started just a few weeks ago), the second is that the school's menu is going to have a high number of apple-themed dishes until winter, and finally, the opening ceremonies.
The opening ceremonies are - well - one would consider them mostly boring for typical schools. And truth be told, Green Valley is not an exception. A single camera posed at the school's main gymnasium, a large podium in the center. For those who can't be physically there, the school's televisions all synchronized to a live broadcast as does the audio feeds. You can't quite escape it. Yet most people don't - after all it's one of the rare times of the year where the principal appears to wish students good fortune.
The person who stands in the front, Ms Michelle Andersen, is the very definition of an ice queen. Her face is perhaps locked forever into an emotionless stare. Bright blonde hair with blue eyes, both contract to her orange and black outfit.
Behind her, three men, the vice principals, who tend to play the good cops to her bad cop routine and insist that most students call them by their first names unless something really bad has happened; Norman (the most average man on campus that no one would know who he was if it wasn't for his name tag), Jeremy (the tallest staff member standing at over 195cm, thin, a bit of a lisp but he always means well), and Felix (possibly the hairiest man on campus as far as the rumors go, muscular, and a black beard that matches his scowling face when he isn't laughing - which is usually all the time. In fact, he's holding back himself from doing so when Ms. Andersen speaks.)
The presentation is short, as the Principal wishes all the students a great year, gives a bit of data on the number of students (they are up 300 new students from last year), the number of important guests that have passed, then as quickly as she was there, she leaves, explaining that there are additional meetings and events she will explain in greatest detail in the upcoming months.
Afterwards the students are treated to the vice principals singing a welcome song (it goes as well as one would expect it to go), telling the students that they are free to pick as many apples as they want as long as they all get eaten, but everyone is limited to two of the new apples and report to the hospital wards if any of them feel anything unusual after eating them. Just in case.
When the ceremonies are done, students and staff can return to their day...although some of the staff can be heard commenting that the Principal seemed even more...cold this year. Of course asking them for details would just cause them to shoo anyone away and pretend they didn't say anything.
[OOC: Players are welcome to speak to themselves or go have some apples. It's a general school mingling prompt! Additionally, it will be possible to email the vice principals during that week should the characters want to talk with them or ask school questions. Typical school stuff.]
Sound the Rebellion
(Special Prompt for the Unawakened, Monday the 4th)
The school's opening ceremonies aside, the Unawakened’s Monday was rather...strange. The night was plagued with restlessness as they heard the voice of someone laughing. Waking up feeling 'odd', although that differed between all of then - some would feel sick, others have a headache, or some just deciding that wearing a piece of clothing they haven't wanted to worn would look great right now. Perhaps they got a few comments from their relatives about how strange they were acting that day, or a worried glance if they felt sick. It might get dismissed with a wave of a hand.
After all, how can you explain that when they sometimes look upwards, they hear the sound of a child laughing and briefly see a symbol above their heads? Or that this somehow feels...fine?
Maybe in their new state of mind, they might not even notice the people that keep following them around...
The school's opening ceremonies aside, the Unawakened’s Monday was rather...strange. The night was plagued with restlessness as they heard the voice of someone laughing. Waking up feeling 'odd', although that differed between all of then - some would feel sick, others have a headache, or some just deciding that wearing a piece of clothing they haven't wanted to worn would look great right now. Perhaps they got a few comments from their relatives about how strange they were acting that day, or a worried glance if they felt sick. It might get dismissed with a wave of a hand.
After all, how can you explain that when they sometimes look upwards, they hear the sound of a child laughing and briefly see a symbol above their heads? Or that this somehow feels...fine?
Maybe in their new state of mind, they might not even notice the people that keep following them around...
Better than a GPS
(Awakened prompt, Monday 4th, day and night.)
"Alright Lambs, time to get to work."
Luci's voice echoed in their phone, laughing. Was he doing a peace sign?
"There's only a few but they'll be useful. I want you to find them and see what you can do. Who knows! Maybe you might be better at this than me, although I doubt it heh heh heh…Now remember what I said! You have to get them to fall asleep...but there's no real rules for that!"
For the Awakened, the symbols above the Unawakeneds’ heads will be as clear as day - Luci will even go so far as play little musical tunes when the characters are close by or distract them using electronics. "Come on! Stop wasting time and do something!"
For the Unawakened who have a relative, it will be somewhat easy. It is the others that will be a pain. Maybe that's why Luci asked for help. Or maybe he just wanted to see his 'lambs' struggle. "Get them to bed! It's not that hard! If you have trouble, just show them the program I've put into your phone and toaster! Or knock them with your toaster first if you want, I don't care! Just go in teams when you go after them, got it?"
It's obvious that 'sleeping' as far as Luci is concerned, is when someone is unconscious - he seems to almost want someone to knock an Unawakened out and then drag him into a room and let themselves go to sleep.
Once the task is done, and the place is secure, the characters will have to do the same. While the hypnotic wheel from the program is the easiest way, there's no hard rule about knocking oneself out either.
MINDJACK
Once the characters get inside, they'll be in the person's mind and dreams. Eddan's memories are predominant, and the unawakened will be standing there wandering around. It will be up to the Awakened to peel back the fabric of reality, much like curtains and show them the true memories of their past...
But beware. Shadows lurk here, and transforming will be necessarily. And if a character dies in someone else's dream...they might never wake up. So be careful...
The main mission is to showcase the person a few memories. Give them an idea that something might be amiss...it can be a little or a lot. Just be careful that the more memories, the stronger the shadows become... When both are done and awaken, ten minutes will have passed. Perhaps it will be time for question afterwards.
[OOC:The Unawakened characters need to be isolated for the program to run, and so do the players, so half the 'fun' will be setting up the traps so that the characters will be alone.
Awakened might decide to have someone stand on guard while the others go to sleep with the Unawakened, or just all stupidly go together, or find an area where they won't be disturbed - everything is up to you.
The dreamscape can be anything the Unawakened desires! It could be good memories of their time in Eddan or bad memories, a mixture of both, or just silly dreams. Whatever it is, the Awakened will need to 'peel' those memories away - for example showing them that their mother was someone else in their other life, or even directing the person to a mirror so that they can see their true selves. But for each memory - both good or bad, shadows will start to attack both the Unawakened and Awakened. Be careful and let the mods know if a mission goes REALLY bad.]
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The house wasn't far, as promised. Nestled into the back of a suburban court flourishing with greenery, it stood apart from its neighbors for being the only property lacking a picket fence. Instead, beautiful stonework fringed the yard along with groomed bushes, tall trees, and a paved walkway bordered by bright pink flowers that led all the way up to the front door. Truly, it was a lovely home...
One Kit seemed to look upon with as much objection as he did his companion. Seemingly stuck between a rock and a hard place, he approached the front door and produced the keys his father had given him. Even with his unfamiliarity with the home he had the lock opened quickly and quietly, the door held open for the other boy to enter first. Or to refuse and finally leave him in peace.]
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Vincent's stepping into the entryway before he can even complete the thought.
it was simple curiosity, he rationalized. this was likely the only time he'd ever be allowed to set foot in the domain of Kit's stepparents; it would be foolish to waste such an opportunity. once he'd indulged himself and cast a little judgement on their decorating tastes he could be on his way.]
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Was he so self-destructive that he was willing to repeat his mistakes?
As he closed the front door behind Vincent, he supposed he had his answer.
Removing his shoes at the door, Kit padded quietly through the foyer. The only rooms he supposed would be of any importance to Vincent would lie at the end of the hall: the powder room, living room, and the kitchen. Kit led him straight there, deliberately failing to mention the door on the left from the foyer that led to his bedroom.]
Couch is there. Television is there. If you're hungry, you may as well eat. My mother will probably be expecting as much.
[...and that was all he said before he turned to leave back the way he'd come.]
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he doesn't mind not being informed where his reluctant host's living quarters are, figuring he can just wait and see where Kit retreats to given half a chance. but even as he takes in the inviting kitchen and contemplates clearing them out of anything with a high sugar content, something bitter rises up in his chest. his back is to the other boy now, but he can't help speaking.]
...you must be happy.
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What did he have to be happy about?
He was blessed he supposed with parents who were good to him and who had permitted him into their lives and into their home, but he knew better than to ever think he deserved them. In fact, just being here was inflicting more trouble upon them than they should have ever had to know. It was his fault his mother was in the hospital, after all. If he had never given her that glass rose as an apology for not staying one weekend...]
I don't know what you mean.
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You get to play the martyr again without having to do anything about it. You must be ecstatic.
[Vincent had possibly made his opinion on this topic clear in the past, he thinks dimly. it's a thought that crosses his mind often and so feels like retreading old ground now, but his intensity remains constant. more than anything, this was the quality in the other boy that truly disgusted him. the hypocrisy it brought on with his other habits was simply staggering.
all of that anger and irritation at having company during a trying time, at seeing the people he ignored in pain, at having to engage with his own life made Vincent's blood boil. he didn't need to be psychic to know his former companion would return to his room and spend the rest of the night in self-flagellation before slotting this incident away with all the others which weighed useless on his conscience. disgusting.
how could someone be so insincere that even selfishness felt disingenuous?]
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You seem to think so.
[It wasn't the first time Vincent had branded him a martyr and Kit wasn't foolish enough to believe it would be the last. Probably, the reason it irritated him so much was because there was truth to those words. And yet the thought that someone who barely knew him could be so judgmental...
What the hell gave him the right? He was just a spectator in his life, not someone who had been granted the privilege of having an opinion worth hearing. And yet he seemed determined to spit it out every chance he got.]
You also don't seem to be doing anything about it. What does that make you?
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[because that was what bothered him the most, wasn't it? not only did Vincent refuse to succumb to his usual bids for distance from the people around him, but he suspected that the other boy didn't want him to.
(it was a theory he could only be so certain of because it held true for himself as well)]
What the hell does it matter, anyway? I can do whatever the fuck I felt like and you wouldn't lift a finger.
[because if he did then he'd be forced to acknowledge the events that had led to his anger.]
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Of course, as much as he wished that accusation were true, if Kit really had considered Vincent to be no one, he wouldn't have gone to the lengths he did to lift the other boy's wallet from him. As fiercely as he thought of Vincent as a mere spectator in his life, he'd purposefully gone out of his way to make sure he was something more. He had no one to blame for that but himself. The same as he couldn't blame Vincent for being here right now.
But he did. If he was so miserable being around him, why in the world did he bother to stay?]
Then do whatever you feel like. You may as well if it won't make a difference.
[Turning back into the living room, Kit placed his paper coffee cup down on the nearest end table to the door. It was virtually a challenge.
Do something or shut up.]
we've smudged the timeline enough already, fuck it
[because, frankly, he wasn't miserable. enraged, aggravated, sullen - but never truly unhappy. not once. the reason his hackles had been raised so much on this subject was because despite his best intentions he cared. god, he fucking cared.
and he practically surged towards that challenge, covering the distance between them with long strides until there wasn't even half a foot separating their bodies. with an ugly look he balled his fists into the fabric of the other teen's shirt, roughly pulling him - down for a kiss.
it's brief, but impossibly fierce. when he pulls away his eyes are burning, but there's no shame in Vincent's countenance. why should there be? they'd said themselves that none of this mattered.]
Stop sitting on the fence and then bitching when you get hit from both sides.
['good' or not, he sensed he'd still gravitate towards the other boy. but this half-hearted charade had to stop.]
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His rage or his desire? The humiliation he felt or the unexpected hand that had been extended?
He didn't know and, for a brief moment, he didn't care. His mouth slammed back against Vincent's, as punishing as it was rising to the challenge. Did that mean this meant something or did it mean it meant nothing at all? That question danced dizzyingly in his mind as his fingers curled into the front of the jacket the other boy wore. It lingered as he shoved him back against the living room door frame, too. Continuing to taunt him as their mouths met again, it seemed as determined as he was to kill whatever distance there was between them along with any room for regret.
And the latter did try to spring up. Kissing was...expressly off limits. Too honest and too intimate. Even for someone as skilled as Kit at shutting off his emotions, it was beyond difficult to hide what he really felt in a kiss. And Vincent had stolen that from him. Could see him now for what he really was and all that was inside. Or perhaps he'd known it all along...
When he finally pulled back for air, Kit's gaze was as searing as the other boy's.]
Is that all?
this is what happens when you leave me alone
how long could they keep this up? hurtling across the spectrum from bloody violence to the strangely warm drunken intimacy of the past day with such a speed would eventually rip them apart. something had to break before they did and he's no longer certain just what it is he's hoping for.
kissing is comparatively simple. Vincent holds his grip on the other boy's shirt steady as he finds himself slammed up against the doorframe, using the position as leverage to push back into the kiss with even greater force. he wouldn't lose this, not with Kit pressed up so close against him now. he refused.]
You tell me. Are you done running yet?
[combative and belligerent as he was, Vincent could only push so far on his own. the other boy had to engage himself at some point if he wanted this to continue.]
can't complain it looks better than my above fail
But that was just it. He didn't want to. For reasons beyond his understanding, Kit felt more at home in this moment than he ever had within the walls of this house before. He was terrified of what he wanted, of needing Vincent to stay.
As if his parents' home were to blame, Kit released his hold on the jacket Vincent wore and slammed his fist against the door frame above his head. At some point he needed to act. At some point he wouldn't be able to stand there anymore with Vincent looking expectantly up at him. He had to do something. Just as he had challenged the other boy to do.
But what was right anymore? What feelings could he trust and which ones would lead him to more disaster?]
I'm so tired of this...
[Tired of thinking, tired of caring, and just...tired.
Yet, when he pulled away this time it wasn't on his own. His hand lowered, fingers prying Vincent's from his shirt only to tightly knit themselves in between. Then, without another word, he gave the other boy a tug and started towards his bedroom down the hall.]
nothing looks better than you
in truth, he doesn't want to be forced out of the house. perhaps it was the constant proximity over the past day and a half, but he'd grown so accustomed to the other boy's presence that the idea of leaving it merited the same revulsion as losing a limb. fortunately he was petty enough to cut off his nose if it meant spiting his face.]
Big surprise.
[he lets out a huff that's meant to be amused, but none of it reaches his face. maybe suddenly having his hand held is the reason for that.
from the depths of Vincent's mind comes the hazy memory of this very same sensation, obscured by the veil of intoxication. he can appreciate it better now, even while his mind resists looking too closely into his own observations; the smoothness of Kit's skin, the way his fingers thread so neatly into his own...
even if it hadn't been vaguely respectful of his companion's inner turmoil, he'd have followed wordlessly anyway. his thoughts were extremely preoccupied.]
SHRIEKS!!??!?!?!
If he was miserable, if he suffered, he deserved it. Affection and kindness weren't meant for someone cut from his cloth. He was unworthy of being fought for and unfit to receive love, but...
...pushing Vincent into his room ahead of him, Kit locked those grievances out when he shut the door. Nothing outside that room and beyond them mattered. Not right now.
The blinds were drawn, but even in the paper-thin light they admitted it was clear how teeming with life the room was. The smell of greenery permeated the air, the heady scent of flowers in bloom choking out even the faintest undercurrents of domestic living. There was something deceptively wild about such a space...and Kit seemed to know it well.
Guiding Vincent back to the edge of the bed with ease, as if he'd memorized how many steps there were from one location to the next, Kit pushed the other boy over and drove apart his knees. Kneeling in between them, hands roaming over his thighs and then the front of his pants, he wasted no time in popping open the top button or tugging down that zipper...]
<3
as he seats himself onto the bed, a comment rises up in his throat only to find itself pressed straight out of his lungs as his back suddenly hits the mattress. there's no sound of surprise, but his eyes fly open wide in shock.
what was it that he'd expected if not this? ...the truth was a different sort of bed-sharing. for all of his hardened bravado, there were many things Vincent was still outrageously naive about - especially when he'd allowed himself to feel an emotion that wasn't anger.
he could stop this if he really wanted to. but as practiced hands float across his thighs and work open his pants once more, there's no such attempt. he'd pushed him, and this was what Kit wanted. with how worked up their last attempt had gotten him there was no reason to refuse.
even so, he can't help but feel disappointed in his companion's choice.
the thought is pushed away as he tempts fate (and Kit's resolve to keep him prone on the bed) by attempting to rise slightly and latch onto the other boy's hair. retaliation or reins? he himself wasn't entirely certain yet.]
</3 also cw for sexual content i guess
Bruising kisses. Unrelenting passion. Throwing caution to the winds and forgetting themselves and everything else. He'd asked for that with his kiss, hadn't he? He'd wanted them to lay themselves completely bare.
Kit didn't think he'd misunderstood, not with how willingly his companion had followed him to his room, their fingers tied together until they'd reached the side of the bed. What other outcome could there have possibly been than this following the way Vincent had made his feelings known?
Feelings that Kit didn't quite know how to respond to and so, as with everything else that was too complicated to deal with at present, those too had been shut outside the room. What he knew, what was simple enough to wrap his head around, was this.
The way Vincent reached for him, fingers digging into his hair. The way he peeled off his own gloves and cast them aside somewhere on the floor — out of sight and out of mind. Not disappointment in eyes he could no longer see. Not thoughts he couldn't read. Just the way Vincent tasted as Kit took him into his mouth.]
they're gonna try banging again but it's as sad as that broken heart
the truth is, for once, Vincent hadn't given much of any thought to his own desires. the urge to act on those instincts had evaporated the moment his companion had explained the contents of his phone call; since then, whether he'd admit it or not, everything has revolved around Kit.
watching him bottle and self-aggrandize again in such a state is what had pushed him to confrontation, not any lingering sexual impulses. he'd been unable to stand watching the other boy suffer and refuse to reach out for anything that might give him a modicum of comfort. it was like trying to put out someone on fire and receiving a punch in the face for your troubles.
he'd wanted them to lay themselves completely bare, yes. but...not like this. this isn't the path that a grip so tender should have led them to.
it was of no importance now. Kit had done what he'd demanded of him and chosen one side or the other. it was Vincent's own fault that he hadn't realized he'd be unhappy with one of the options.
this bitter train of thought is destined for an even more ill-fated ending - as soon as the other teen's lips touch him Vincent's world disappears in a crash of white hot fire, enveloping his gaze completely. his hips buck violently as he nearly pulls the hair in his grip out by the roots, completely unprepared for this sensation.]
do they make an idiot's guide to being boyfriends book because they need it
Kit was just as unprepared for the sting of Vincent's reaction, but it seemed his reflexes were at least quick. A fortunate thing for the other boy, too. The suddenness with which Vincent reached the back of his throat was startling, not to mention the force that accompanied the driving motion or the violent way his hair had nearly been wrenched free of his scalp. Kit felt his breath stopped and the urge for his jaw to clench shut immediately rise up. But instead, gagging against his companion's length, he rode it out until he was able to pull back.
With a cough that couldn't, but did sound an awful lot like amusement, Kit spoke in the darkness, his hands coming to rest firmly on Vincent's hips. As if he were preparing now to brace the other boy and prevent that from happening again...]
Do that again and I might really bite.
[It was a warning spoken in jest. Or was it? Kit seemed to possess a great deal of control in all areas of his life, and his physical capabilities were no exception, but perhaps here wasn't the time to test them.
Of course with that, the humor was gone again and he leaned forward, lips and tongue once more teasing the tip of Vincent's member.]
Just sit still.
[Enjoy yourself, he could have been saying. Because this was what Vincent wanted. And this was the kind of intimacy Kit gave to those who came looking for it and were deemed worth his time. It was as heavenly as it was hollow.]
wouldn't they have to admit they're dating first
[he growls the retort lowly, petulance watered down only by the strain which their actions had already inflicted upon him. there certainly was something tempting about the potential to hear Kit make that beautiful gagging noise again - it was far more melodious than his amusement at his expense.
unfortunately the threatening noise trails off into something closer to a groan as the other boy decides to be cruel and taunt him with just enough stimulation to get a rise out of him. it makes him squirm momentarily, knees pressing up against his companion.]
Give me a reason to and maybe I will.
[even so, he still found it within himself to be stubborn and challenging. passivity wasn't a word that existed anywhere in Vincent's dictionary, except perhaps as an insult. it would take a Herculean feat to goad him into sitting still, even with his dick being played with so (presumably) skillfully.
hands alight atop Kit's in the meantime. rather than pull him from his hips, they simply rest there with a moderate grip. just another form of connection, something a little less fraught with peril for the time being.]
hmm you raise a good point
[As it was incentive for Kit to take things a bit more slowly. The last thing he needed was to wind up back at the hospital tonight and have to explain to either of his parents how Vincent had gotten injured. They knew this side of him existed, but they didn't need it paraded in front of them.
Especially after Vincent had exposed the bite mark on his throat earlier.
...so sobering was that thought, Kit very nearly lost his appetite. Were it not for the challenge in his companion's voice and the way Vincent settled his hands atop his, he might even have changed his mind about proceeding. The other boy was not as accustomed to this as him. Possibly, it was even his first. The lack of experience was glaring.
But at least here he didn't feel watched. The blinds were closed. The neighbors asleep. And apart from the two of them and an army of plants, the house was empty. There was no one to judge what they chose to do or not do, or how they chose to do it.
And with that thought, Kit's mouth settled again over the head of Vincent's cock, teeth grazing across sensitive flesh and gently down the shaft, both a promise and a warning. Whatever it took, he would draw another groan out of him and make Vincent squirm.]
this is exactly why they've gotten no help whatsoever
to preserve his back for the time being he lays back down completely, hands remaining in place. the prick of teeth against his skin sends a frigid shiver running down his spine, but this time he's prepared and remains in place. if this was going to be a competition, he was determined to win it. no matter what happened, Kit would never know how little (or much) he was effecting his partner.]
this is fine...probably...not...
He didn't need to watch the way the outside lights from the neighbor's house next door stole into the room and rested like like an amber aurora across Vincent's skin: but he did. He absorbed the way the shadows of the other boy's face were eclipsed, searching in the darkness for any trace of expression he might glean from that angle.
Arousal was only one part of what they were doing, after all.
Was Vincent happy? If this was his first, as Kit suspected it was, would it be a moment he looked back on with fondness? Or would he look back with regret? That last thought stilled him, his hands momentarily twitching beneath the other boy's before they pulled away. Why did such a thing matter if none of the rest did? Or had all those concerns found a way to slip in under the door like so many mice? Had he unknowingly stepped into a trap of his own making?
He frowned, glad for the shadows and for the way Vincent had collapsed backwards. Probably, if his eyes were even open at all, he was looking everywhere else but at him. He wouldn't see the worry that graced Kit's features, or the reluctance he showed when he leaned back over him and wrapped his mouth around his erection again. Tongue teasing the tip with light flickers, his hands moving to fondle between his legs. He would focus on these things. Give Vincent what he wanted. And then...
What then? He didn't know. Maybe steal the boy's cigarettes and sit out back for a while to really clear his head.]
it'll...work out???
this was indeed the first time that he'd allowed anyone to make good on sexual advances, and for as ambiguous as he was feeling now Vincent couldn't help but believe this was a special moment. without noticing they'd tied themselves so tightly together that this was almost a natural outgrowth of everything they'd been through.
it was surprising to catch what he thought might be a glimpse of a troubled expression on his companion's face before he leaned in once more. could it be that he was as uncertain about this as Vincent? there was something strangely comforting about that, although he still didn't voice his concerns. Kit had withdrawn his hands - they were past words now.
the agonizingly wonderful attention his member was receiving drove nearly all thoughts from his mind. newly-freed hands dig into the bed and all his muscles tighten as he continues battling against giving anything away. that was what he'd wanted, wasn't it?]