01 🩸 the little crow of your lungs kicking

[pillz]

WHO: Joseph Kavinsky, and various CR
WHERE: The White Tower, generally
WHEN: ~2019, at least one fateful night
WHAT: Backdated adventures with the right-hand man of High Chancellor Stark; hit me up at shramp if you'd like something!
WARNINGS: NSFW/ish likely, references to violence, trauma, etc.


closed to josh;

[sneaking around with a teleporter is easier than it might be with someone who has different powers. one minute, you're overlooking the matter-disintegrating cosmic radiation fields of the florida peninsula, in a deserted overlook.

the next, you're snaping across a sequence of rooftops, a boy on your arm. snap, snap, snap, a dream thief's hand on your arm, teeth bright with: hello.

many hotels in the white city are utterly ridiculous. this one, they've been to before, and this is no exception: it has mirror ceilings and floor-length closed-circuit aquariums full of fish that seem to be constantly breeding. most of the furniture is black, the walls graduating ombre from deep indigo to lurid red. the bed is huge. most of their fucking takes place on it, giving the bedsprings a proper workout. if you ran a blacklight over this place, it'd look like a biological nightmare.

kavinsky smokes in here because-- of course he does. ash snowing diminutive grey flurries on the bed, blowing rings over the gold horizon of josh's temple.]

This, [he says, holding out the cigarette by way of demonstration, his hollow eyes crinkled into a smile,] I only do with you.

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[goldtoxicity]

Yeah, like, because of that song? Y'know, [ he hums a few bars of a song, walking his fingers along kavinsky's sides. ] Woah! [ he punctuates it by stealing another kiss. ] We're going to Ibiza! We're gonna have a party in the Mediterranean sea.

[ its an oldie here in the year 2020. not something that a twenty-something year old should've been blasting on the radio he was thirteen and smoking in his bedroom. but that's the miracle of timelines.

the walking fingers turn to gently scratching his nails along his back, leaving tingles in their wake]

It made it seem like a good time.

[pillz]

It's gonna be, [kavinsky says with absolute certainty and a smarmy grin that suggests he's thinking less about their globe-trotting adventures, trademarked and pending, and more about the here and now.

he snacks off two more kisses with these loud, unabashed sticky sounds, his tattooed fingers winding through the white locks of josh's hair. subtle shivers going down his sides. the idea is to command all of josh's attention, at least for awhile. until he has to go back to real life. kavinsky's good at that; he makes dreams.]

Here or the shower?

[goldtoxicity]

Here.

[ he's got it, hands sliding down to palm kavinsky's bare ass as he pulls him flush to him. the subject is changed, focus effectively shifted. its hard to focus on darkness of the world or his own impending existential crisis when sex is immediately before him.

josh is nothing if not a simple man.

his lips stray from kavinsky's, trailing up his jaw to nip at his earlobe. ]

I wanna memorize how you feel.

[pillz]

[there's a laugh, airy and hot against the incline of josh's cheek. followed by an affectionate peck. kavinsky snags the other boy by the back of his knee, hoisting his leg up high.]

You'd think you would've done that by now. It's been a couple years, sweetheart.

[but his finger is already hooking in to find ingress into josh's body, to check if the slick mess down there is still enough not to have to re-up the lube. kavinsky smiles against his lover's eyes, looking for that tiny discreet change in the white-on-white color of it that marks the change of sensation, that adorable little catch in his voice.]

[goldtoxicity]

I'm a slow learner.

[ pale pupils dilating in a rush of pleasure, there's a hitch in his breath as those fingers sink home, still ready and all too eager to take him again. ]

Call it dickslyexia.

nsfwwww

[pillz]

[kavinsky laughs again. it's a familiar sound to the biokinetic now, indulgent and airy, lapping up the underside of josh's jaw.]

I guess it's dicking 101 for you then, sweetheart.

[smack. there's a smart sound when the palm of kavinsky's hand strikes the shiny side of josh's arse, sending a ripple of reflected light through his metallic skin and muscle.] Hey. [the smile spreads across kavinsky's face, sly and bright.] Make me put out enough precum that I don't gotta use lube, will you? We got a vacation to practice for.

[it's a good time, fucking somebody who can make you into a superpowered porn star, with the dignity afforded by privacy.]

Look at me. I want to see your face when you feel it.

[he spreads his hands over josh's hips and bends in. lines his dick up. and that's how they are, in that cinch of passion and powers, talking about a future they have no way of knowing will refuse to arrive.]