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]

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.]