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f20202020-09-09 07:07 am
goldtoxicity) wrote in f20202020-09-09 07:07 am
they built paradise
WHO: Joshua Foley and YOU!
WHERE: Krakoa
WHEN: ~2019 and back
WHAT: Backdated events! Before his kidnapping.
WARNINGS: nsfw here and there!
OPEN PROMPTS.
a diplomatic visit. ~ two years ago
[ this is a necessary evil. if they want to maintain their independence then they need to be non-threatening, or at least enough of an asset that allies are willing to let them be in exchange for a few favors.
no wonder scott summers lost his mind. his life is nothing but moving parts now. so little is stable and nothing feels certain - this empire is built on sand and the slightest rumble will make it fall. all of this has given him newfound respect for the mutants who had come before him, understanding them in a way he never could have back home... but still with the determination not to repeat their mistakes. if sacrifices are to be made, he intends for them to be his.
and it doesn't leave a lot of time for himself - not when he feels like he's promising parts of his soul to people, and sacrificing what's left to maintain the balance. he's tired twenty-four seven.
and it only worsens when someone docks at their harbor. he could leave this to the rest of the council, but he's always found it better to be the first one to greet a new arrival. lest they decide to try to turn the five into a four. ]
So glad you could make it, [ he says, hoping it sounds genuine. golden hands clasp the outstretched hand, his lips curved into a smile. ] Krakoa welcomes you.
beach day. ~ a year and a half ago
[ keeping krakoa running is a full time job. most of the population is too young to really care for themselves. joshua foley has gone from a largely irresponsible mess to - well, still a mess, but a mess with a ton of responsibilities. david's technology keeps him tapped into almost the entire population of the island and their health.
but sometimes? sometimes he needs none of that. he needs quiet.
the beaches are quiet during school hours. josh is sprawled out on the sand in a pair of black swim trunks, one arm folded behind his head, his eyes shut behind a pair of stylish sunglasses. when the shadow falls across his face he groans low and turns away. ]
Oh come on. I know nobody is dead or dying. [ he pushes the glasses up his face. ] Today is me time. Did we not establish this was me time?
stress. ~ a year ago
[ he doesn't remember what set him off. an article, maybe. something small to feed into growing paranoia. realizing that there's yet another person now on krakoa that shouldn't be. something small, something that he can't catch, and he knows there's no point in having that fight because they've had that fight and he can't justify it.
and so his office is in shambles. his fingers tangled in his hair, eyes clenched shut as he breathes hard. ]
Fuck!
[ he sinks slowly down the wall, gritting his teeth. he hears the door open. ]
Not the time!
WILDCARD.
[ hit me up at minimoffs @ plurk or shoot me a dm if you'd like to plan something specific or something off krakoa! ]
WHERE: Krakoa
WHEN: ~2019 and back
WHAT: Backdated events! Before his kidnapping.
WARNINGS: nsfw here and there!
OPEN PROMPTS.
a diplomatic visit. ~ two years ago
[ this is a necessary evil. if they want to maintain their independence then they need to be non-threatening, or at least enough of an asset that allies are willing to let them be in exchange for a few favors.
no wonder scott summers lost his mind. his life is nothing but moving parts now. so little is stable and nothing feels certain - this empire is built on sand and the slightest rumble will make it fall. all of this has given him newfound respect for the mutants who had come before him, understanding them in a way he never could have back home... but still with the determination not to repeat their mistakes. if sacrifices are to be made, he intends for them to be his.
and it doesn't leave a lot of time for himself - not when he feels like he's promising parts of his soul to people, and sacrificing what's left to maintain the balance. he's tired twenty-four seven.
and it only worsens when someone docks at their harbor. he could leave this to the rest of the council, but he's always found it better to be the first one to greet a new arrival. lest they decide to try to turn the five into a four. ]
So glad you could make it, [ he says, hoping it sounds genuine. golden hands clasp the outstretched hand, his lips curved into a smile. ] Krakoa welcomes you.
beach day. ~ a year and a half ago
[ keeping krakoa running is a full time job. most of the population is too young to really care for themselves. joshua foley has gone from a largely irresponsible mess to - well, still a mess, but a mess with a ton of responsibilities. david's technology keeps him tapped into almost the entire population of the island and their health.
but sometimes? sometimes he needs none of that. he needs quiet.
the beaches are quiet during school hours. josh is sprawled out on the sand in a pair of black swim trunks, one arm folded behind his head, his eyes shut behind a pair of stylish sunglasses. when the shadow falls across his face he groans low and turns away. ]
Oh come on. I know nobody is dead or dying. [ he pushes the glasses up his face. ] Today is me time. Did we not establish this was me time?
stress. ~ a year ago
[ he doesn't remember what set him off. an article, maybe. something small to feed into growing paranoia. realizing that there's yet another person now on krakoa that shouldn't be. something small, something that he can't catch, and he knows there's no point in having that fight because they've had that fight and he can't justify it.
and so his office is in shambles. his fingers tangled in his hair, eyes clenched shut as he breathes hard. ]
Fuck!
[ he sinks slowly down the wall, gritting his teeth. he hears the door open. ]
Not the time!
WILDCARD.
[ hit me up at minimoffs @ plurk or shoot me a dm if you'd like to plan something specific or something off krakoa! ]
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[David's finger still when Josh says 'if you're good'. In fact, this? This is a look of mock offense. His fingers aren't even working in the other man anymore. See? See how offended he is? Even if it is fully performative.]
I'm always good. Don't you sass me. I can stop being aroused any time I want to.
[Except around Josh. Fuck.]
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Yeah?
[ don't mind that little pulse of power, aimed at sending the blood in that big brainy head down. ]
Yeah? Any time you want?
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He doesn't dare call Josh a cheater, though. He knows some of what those powers can do. Like make his body feel like it's been edged for hours without the actual passage of time.]
Yield. You win.
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Damn straight.
[ not that david can't reduce him to a puddle of desperate pleas and desire with the right touches. ]
C'mon. Get me ready.
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[Advantages of biokinetic powers. You're always ready if you want to be. But David's always been one to work for it. The king to study for a test he already knew he was going to ace. And Josh as an open book test that he'd already passed a few times.
The request, or maybe command (he's long since lost track over time of which Josh tended to do), is met with a second finger pressing in, as far as David could sink it so he could start spreading Josh open.]
Just like me. Always ready for you.
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[ always, always, always. especially from his favorite people. he nips at david's lips, practically purring. ]
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[Has. There were days, back before Krakoa, where he'd found a way to delay people finding them just long enough like that. Playing with computers to make people forget they were looking for you was nice at times.
Just like being fingers deep in shock, thrusting as he stroked in counter point. Every time his fingers pressed in, his hand pulled back to the tip of Josh's cock. Not the easiest thing to do, but he was always amused by the dichotomy of sensation it could provoke. And of desperation.]
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[ his breath hitches, the words coming out breathy and tinged with desperation. david is a pro at playing his body - making his own impressive control waver. he shivers around david's fingers, working his hand faster around his cock in turn. ]
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[Which is just about the same thing. Because he absolutely worships this body. Which perhaps that’s what makes him so good at breaking Josh apart.
In this case he’s moaning into Josh’s neck as he rocks against the hand gripping him. His own fingers just press further. Deeper.]
Want me to hold you up, or should I take you from behind?
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Lets shake it up a little. [ his lips brush along the shell of david's ear. ] Behind.
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I'm going to bite all over your beautiful shoulders and back.
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[ he turns, bracing one hand against the rocky side of the pool of water they're in. the other reaches back to spread himself. ]
See how long you can get them to stick.
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[One of David's hands reaches past Josh to brace as well. So helpful, his lover. And when he's gotten himself into position he takes his cock in his free hand and guides himself into place, and presses forward.
It feels so good, the heat, the tightness, the amazing and unique tingle that runs through the skin and the body when touching Josh... It's all enough to make him thrust forward too soon, too eager. And that makes him slip a bit, cutting the hand braced against the rocks open. It's not a bad cut, but he's still bleeding. And has to laugh for the foolishness of it.]
I haven't been this clumsy over you in a while. We need to do this more. Get me back to cool and collected.
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don't mind him tilting his head to kiss the forearm of his injured hand, letting his healing powers wash over the injury. ]
Maybe you need to visit my office more often. [ another kiss, he shifts his weight to get into a more comfortable position. ] Knock everything off my desk and fuck me like you used to.
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I'll make sure I keep my attention in your computers and wait to see when you really need a break.
[Or maybe he just likes to watch Josh some when he's alone.]
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[ back when they were teenagers who had no business doing any of this, he'd do just that. ]
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[He laughs at the very idea and leans forward, his teeth starting to nip at Josh's skin as he presses further in. Yep. This is the best way to fuck the man. At least, in this moment.]
We'd both enjoy it too much. Do it.