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Tweak says, "Must be nargles."

MarinaNova NPCs (marinanova_npc) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2016-03-21 12:05:00

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:mingle, aidan reilly, aigis, charlotte charles, han solo, haruka tenoh, ianto jones, ichiru kiryuu, jack harkness, james howlett/logan, kanji tatsumi, kaya, kazuki makabe, kija, kitty pryde (aoa), leia organa, nico di angelo, sarah williams, shallan davar, spencer reid, spike, ton phanan, yuuki kuran, zeno

Day 368 - Hooked on a Feeling mingle

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oh these nerds

readystopwatch
2016-03-25 09:16 pm UTC (link)

[It always tends to happen with them, doesn't it? Anyway, what influence? It's a totally normal day here. Nothing to be factored in, no decisions to be regretted later. Nothing can go wrong for him today. Certainly not this.]

I look damn good in it, though. [He knows the power of his suits. And when it comes to immortal men in coats, well, he's got lots of practice getting things out of the way. Right now he doesn't care if anyone walks in while he finishes getting Spike's shirt out of the way, along with said coat if it happens to be on today. After all the times he and Jack have been caught fucking in the library he's long past caring about the possibility of being interrupted.

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chipswiththat
2016-03-25 09:38 pm UTC (link)

[ He shifts back just far enough to get out of the shirt, caring little about getting half-naked in semi-public. When it comes down to it, what's the big deal? ]

You look better without. [ But fair enough, Ianto does wear a suit damn well. The way it hugs his ass? Delicious. How about he abandons the undressing for a moment to appreciate the suit? Possibly by sliding his hands down Ianto's back, eventually tugging him off the barstool so he can properly grab his ass? ]

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readystopwatch
2016-03-25 10:52 pm UTC (link)

[Whose going to walk in here at this hour anyway? And if they do, so what? He can't be bothered, not with as good as Spike's hands feel on his ass right now. He's busy being distracted by his skin, by all the muscles moving beneath his hands, by how good it feels to kiss his way up his jawline to nibble distracting at his earlobe, then run his tongue and mouth lower, down the side of his neck to where it meets his shoulder. Don't tell him it doesn't feel good when he does that, he knows it does.] Take it off me, then.

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chipswiththat
2016-03-25 10:59 pm UTC (link)

[ It does feel good. He kind of wishes he could breathe right about now, making little noises of pleasure isn't cutting it. ]

Hn... I don't want to do this here. [ Boning him against the counter isn't romantic, c'mon now. Booths are so much better and if Ianto doesn't have a better idea he's just going to gently steer him over to one. Here we go, nice and easy, cooperate and he won't scoop you up. ]

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readystopwatch
2016-03-25 11:06 pm UTC (link)

[Booths are good. So are bars or tables or any surface really as far as Ianto's concerned. Let's go with the booth. He can even lose his jacket and tie along the way. He lets Spike back him up until his legs bump against the padded seat then let's go of him just long enough to fish around inside the pocket of his vest and pull out a small packet of lube to toss to him; always at the ready in case of emergency library sex with Jack.]

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	chipswiththat 2016-03-25 11:22 pm UTC (link)
	Such a boyscout. [ Not that he's complaining even a little bit. He catches the packet, setting it aside on the table for now before turning his attention to Ianto's vest and shirt. Although there's some urgency, he's still popping the buttons with care and tenderness, caressing bare skin as he uncovers it. ] So bloody eager too... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

readystopwatch
2016-03-25 11:34 pm UTC (link)

[His breath catches as Spike starts working his shirt open, shivering with excitement as his skin is exposed to the cool air of the bar. In a way the layers are a good thing; its not bad to slow down a bit now that they know they're really doing this. It might not be the most romantic place but they can still take their time and enjoy it. Most of his first encounters with Jack were the same way, hidden out of sight of coworkers around the Hub whenever they caught a break between saving the world. But really he's not thinking about Jack right now. This is too good, too long awaited and it feels different than before. The last time this happened it didn't feel like their first time. This does. There's nothing messing with their heads - obviously - or manipulating them. It's just them both wanting this so badly after so much sexual tension for so long.]

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chipswiththat
2016-03-25 11:47 pm UTC (link)

[ It does feel different than all that. Like he won't wake up from a terrible dream in the morning. This makes sense and even though he's pretty damn happy they do have that first time under their respective belts, he's even happier that they get a second go at a first time. With everything that's gone on between them, he wants to do it right.

He lets Ianto's shirt hang open, hands sliding to caress along his spine with great adoration. Eager to feel more heat he moves in to kiss along Ianto's neck, blunt teeth gently nipping at his skin. Long gone are the days when he wanted nothing more than to break that very same skin and that means something. Of course it does. ]

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readystopwatch
2016-03-26 12:01 am UTC (link)

[It means everything that he trusts Spike's teeth on his throat. The overlapping scars are still there, one from the attack that very first night they met and from when Jack lost control in that body and started the permanent change in Ianto's opinion of Spike. It's been a long time since then, since the scars bothered him at all. It's impossible not to make a purring sound with he's doing that with his lips and teeth.

He works Spike's belt open, unzipping his trousers with slow deliberateness so he can slide his fingers inside, stroking against him and feeling the reaction against his hand. Maybe he should say something about how hot all this is, how into it he is but it feels unnecessary. They both already know it.]

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chipswiththat
2016-03-26 08:47 am UTC (link)

[ He can't help but to issue a low grunt of approval when Ianto gets his jeans open, giving him some more space and attention. There's a good reaction going on here, to no one's surprise, good enough for him to buck gently back into Ianto's hand.

As verbal as he can be when he's in this mood, words seem superfluous. They know what's going on, it's been brewing for weeks and so he wastes little time talking, instead sliding a hand down Ianto's front to tug open the belt and fastenings in his trousers. ]

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readystopwatch
2016-03-26 11:11 am UTC (link)

[Ianto's breath catches as Spike's hand starts getting that particular layer of clothing out of the way. Suddenly he's no longer a fan of slow. He wants this, badly, wants Spike to just pin him down and fuck him in this booth in the middle of the day in this very public place and screw the consequences. He kicks his shoes and socks off clumsily to make it easier to get his trousers out of the way, hand still hard at work as his lips take a break from exploring any bit of skin they can reach so he can mutter,] Anything you want. Just do it.

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chipswiththat
2016-03-26 11:17 am UTC (link)

[ That's all the permission he needs, close enough to a command to get him going. He hasn't been on his own for that long but while he's far from desperate, he is a creature of passion. His hands work fast, tugging clothes out of the way and not caring much for where they end up or if he rips anything in the process. Fumbling for the lube he pours some out on his fingers, smearing it out before dipping his hand down between Ianto's legs. ]

Bloody hell, you're amazing...

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readystopwatch
2016-03-26 12:08 pm UTC (link)

[This is what he wants anyway, skin and hands and heat. It feels like they've had weeks of foreplay anyway. He inhales sharply at the press of those fingers, squirming against them like he can't get enough. His free arm wraps itself around Spike's shoulders, steadying him, clinging tightly like he needs the reassurance this is real, it's really finally happening.]

I thought I said I wanted more poetry. That hardly qualifies.

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chipswiththat
2016-03-26 06:36 pm UTC (link)

...As you wish.

[ He hesitates for a moment, kind of wants to make something up but it takes time and thought and he has neither right now. Later, he'll break out pen and paper. Write something original but for now he'll have to settle for borrowing someone else's words, pick up where they left off the other day while his fingers rub and prod, gently pushing inside. ]

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May... and summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

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readystopwatch
2016-03-26 07:32 pm UTC (link)

[That's the sort of thing that takes a person's breath away, that leaves him lightheaded and weak in the knees so he has to slowly, carefully sink into his back on the seat of the booth, which is where he wants to be anyway. It's tricky with the fingers but Spike's strong enough for him to hang onto his shoulders and readjust himself a bit until his able to lay there and stare up at him in utter adoration as he speaks. He's quite sure he's had more romantic moments in his life but right now he can't think of a single one.]

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chipswiththat
2016-03-26 07:44 pm UTC (link)

[ He's definitely strong enough, steadying them both as Ianto lays back, shifting carefully to hover over him, fingers sinking in deeper with gentle thrusts. ]

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold complexion dimmed... and every fair from fair sometime declines.

[ He recites with a steady voice, sure of the words, head dipping down to brush his lips against Ianto's as he speaks, trailing down his jawline. ]

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed; but thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade, when in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.

[ Down down, towards his neck again, blunt teeth and a faked tremble in his breathing, his fingers moving in that same steady rhythm. ]

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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readystopwatch
2016-03-26 09:59 pm UTC (link)

Oh, fuck! [Possibly the least appropriate response ever to such a lovely combination of delicate words and sensations but he is utterly beyond being able to form any other coherent reply. Words utterly fail him right now in the face of this. He arches up into the touch of those lips on his neck, the fingers inside him, the way the muscles of Spike's shoulders feel so good as he clings to them.]

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chipswiththat
2016-03-26 10:11 pm UTC (link)

[ Possibly the last response he'd ever expect to get out of Ianto, taking him by so much surprise that he can't help but snort in amusement. Dork. ]

This is what I mean... you deserve better. You deserve to be treated right.

[ Protected, saved, fought for, pampered, fucked, loved. Given anything he could possibly wish for. He has so much to give. ]

Tell me what you want.

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readystopwatch
2016-03-26 11:09 pm UTC (link)

[Now is not the time to argue the point, to explain that it's not a case of being treated right, just different. And it is different, this dynamic. Different from what he has with Jack. Frankly he doesn't know what he's done to capture either of their attention since most days he feels so very normal and unimportant by comparison. Today of course it makes sense, because today he feels like he could take on the world but any other time? He would wonder what could possibly be so special about him.]

You. I want you. [Right here and now in an immediate sense but also more generally. He wants him. Wants that closeness they had last time, where they felt so easy and natural, like they belonged together. They worked, and he wants that just as much as he wants Spike inside him right now. He wants poetry and snarky comments and someone who treats him like he's more than just the constantly endangered tea boy. All of it, the whole package. That's what he wants.]

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chipswiththat
2016-03-26 11:30 pm UTC (link)

[ They did work, didn't they? They worked surprisingly well and he's not into blokes but maybe he could be into this one. It's a matter of allowing himself to actually go for it even on days when he's not hopped up on whatever the wardens unleashed that particular moment. If he could, if he actually got the chance to do this for real... who knows where it'd end. ]

You got me.

[ He half-grunts, carefully pulling his hand away so he can lube up and get into position and he won't even ask if Ianto is ready because of course he is. There's some shifting and positioning and lip biting while he works out the finer details and then oh oh here we go hello. ]

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readystopwatch
2016-03-27 04:24 am UTC (link)

[Ianto has long since given up trying to make sense of what he's into, and he's always felt it's one subject Jack is dead right on. You can't define it in tidy little categories; he's attracted to people, maybe to who they are or how they look and beyond that he doesn't know if he can define it more clearly. He used to worry about it more than he does now.

He makes a few soft noises as Spike positions himself, shifting around a bit to help since he does have more experience at this which is a novel concept in itself. The sounds turn approving as he gets it right and yes, hello indeed.]

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chipswiththat
2016-03-27 07:51 am UTC (link)

[ He sinks in deep, bracing himself against the table to keep steady and shit, why did they ever wait this long to do this? In an attempt to pace himself he tries to keep the rhythm slow and steady, but who knows how long that'll last? The public nature isn't lost on him, for good and bad, and somewhere in the back of his bleached head he knows they don't have all the time in the world before they get interrupted.

His free hand snakes down between them, fingers curling around Ianto's cock. ]

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readystopwatch
2016-03-27 12:41 pm UTC (link)

[Why indeed? He's spent a lot of time thinking and fantasizing about the last time they did this but it doesn't compare to the real thing. Privacy is hardly guarenteed now since anyone walking by the front door is sure to hear the noises of pleasure he's making as Spike starts to move, and the volume only increases as that hand wraps around him. Slow and steady is good but there's something to be aid for hard and fast, for losing control entirely and he's already at the point of wanting that. He hooks his leg around Spike, anchoring him, pulling him close, giving him the leverage to speed up.]

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chipswiththat
2016-03-27 01:04 pm UTC (link)

[ That's all the encouragement he needs to go faster, harder, pounding into the other with all the effort and precision vampire stamina can grant him, faltering occasionally due to the awkward positioning. Should've gone for the table. Next time, for sure.

Vampire stamina won't last forever though, especially not with all this hard and fast and so he makes an effort to move his hand with more enthusiasm around Ianto, teeth gritted against the strain. ]

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	readystopwatch 2016-03-27 02:14 pm UTC (link)
	[As worked up and into this as he is it isn't long before Ianto is right there, balanced precariously on the edge where it only takes a few more thrusts and strokes of his hand to make him come, hard and loud and needy. He can barely breathe or think straight, can only hang on as tightly as as can while his orgasm rocks through him, shaking him down to his core.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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