goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

Breathing. In and out, slow and steady while his hands shake and his back locks up and his fucking eye hurts like it had before the surgery. He's fine. He's whole. There's no blood, there's nothing wrong, no one's hurt. Convincing his brain of that is a pain in the ass- it's not listening.

But his pulse does drop down to something more reasonable. Inch by inch he can relax. Reach out with an unsteady hand to grab the water and down it like he'd been in a desert for the last half hour, not a press conference in the states. "Thanks."

"You aren't. I don't. You- c'mere baby." He tugs. Squeezes Wash's fingers and tugs and pulls and nudges until he can have him tucked up close against his chest, arms looped around him to hold him tight without restraining him overmuch. None of them need that right now. Lips pressed to his forehead he holds Wash for a moment. For a few. "It's not like that."

How it exactly is, he doesn't really know how to say. He wants to say he does love Wash. Has said it. Has meant it, even, but it needs to matter. They can make it matter. "You're enough. You're more than enough, and I don't feel bad for you- well okay that's a lie, I feel bad for both of you having to live under hargrove's thumb for the past however long- but not so much that this is me trying to make you feel better. Come on."

He just... just feels so stupid. For once he feels like the rookie, incompetent and a burden and he hates the feeling. He'd always assumed that if things had gone differently, York and Carolina would have been good together, and what right does he have to blunder into that, trying clumsily to find a place for himself. He lets York pull him into the circle of warmth and affection and he doesn't want to lose it, but if he has to it needs to be soon or it'll hurt worse.

Carolina watches for a moment and then settles next to them, wrapping her arms around the both of them. "You're enough, Wash," She says quietly. "We might not have the same as between either of us and York but I need you too. I'm not giving you up, Wash. I'm not leaving you alone. Either of you."

"Brought what on?" Said, as her tail continues to flick back and forth behind her, tip twitching like an irritable cat.

"Just doing my job," she replies, from where she' perched on the back of the couch, back to him. Some semblance of privacy given without leaving him alone. "Do you need anything else?"

"Lemme know when D makes it up?" He's better than he would be on his own but- Delta was kind of a grounding presence for him. Talks him back into sanity. But knowing Carolina's at the door- well. It eases his mind a fuck tone.

"Twitchy tail ceiling sitting." They've been living together for a few months but learning her body language is taking some time.

"You're ours." That's the best way he could think of putting it. That Wash was theirs and Carolina was theirs and he was theirs and they all belonged to each other. There was probably a better word than that but nothing came to mind, not when he had him bundled up close, a hand in his hair, leaning back into Carolina. When he was with Wash before and he thought it was just them- he'd felt whole.

Now?

Now he knows that was only half of what it could've been. Now he feels like he's home. "I'm yours."

Theirs. He pulls away from York, manages a smile at both of them. "I think I can live with that," he says warmly. If he gets to be theirs, yeah, that is more than he could ever have hoped for.

"So... how do we want to do this?" he asked then. He'd had sex before, obviously, hadn't been a virgin even in the Project, he just also hadn't been that experienced either.

There's something of a glower in answer to that. "I do not like loose ends, or not knowing." Then a very slight huff.

"And...It will be All Hallows soon. Mortals hold it in much higher regard than those on our plane do - we hold greater interest in the winter and summer solstice." Never mind that the September equinox had had no effect on her. Or him, for that matter. "I had wanted to see what the fuss was about."

"Of course." That shouldn't be long, at any rate. So long as Delta could extract himself from the crowds. She meanwhile gets back onto her feet and fetches him another bottle of water - he can pour this one out however he likes.

Calming down takes longer than he'd like, but not near as long as it used to. Chalk that up to trusting his bodyguard. Or at least liking her. Either way he sips the next bottle of water, resting it against his cheek to bring himself back to the present. Okay. He's fine. They're fine.

"Fair enough." That would bug him too. Knowing a little more now is good but- the whole story would be better.

"...Lemme guess. You found all the 'sexy _____' costumes?"

"Uh...however y'all want. I'm easy." That much is pretty obvious with how he was so comfortable sprawling and tangling himself with both of them. He likes men, he likes women, he wants both of them more than he can properly articulate- whatever they want? he wants.

Too nice.

[ Not that he's going to start complaining. She's here, she's real- so goddamn warm and solid and soft under his hand. She's not someone he looked at and ever thought soft but the skin under his palm, the hair around his fingers is so damn silky smooth it kinda makes him wanna cry. Or pray. Or something. People like him don't get things this nice, don't get treated this well but- Carolina is a kind and benevolent woman indeed. ]

Holy- you're using your teeth. That is the hottest goddamn thing.

[ Not even dream carolina was that sexy, and she was a sexy beast- the visual is enough that York has to let his head fall back to the pillow and squeeze his eyes shut. If he watches her he's gonna lose his shit before they ever get started. Then her hand- warm and firm and real- christ. ]

[ She can't help but lick her lips to see him so ready, squaring away any of her own nerves - it's been so long, for her, but she refuses, refuses to disappoint, not when he's so, ahem, excited- and wraps her left hand around the length of his cock. Firm pressure, a light squeeze to start, before she pumps him once. Watching his face for his reaction. How he worries his lower lip, how his hands react in her hair.

A second stroke, a third, followed by a fourth, before she tips his cock forward and leans in to drag her tongue slowly along its length, a warm, damp, wet stripe teasing along from balls to base, a steady curve up leading to the head, before thumb pad drags across the tip of his cock, followed by a lick of her tongue.

And then back down, to start again, at that same antagonisingly slow pace. ]

Carolina snorted at that, nudging York in the ribs. She got a thoughtful look though. "C'mere Wash."

He looked at her uncertainly and she hastened the process by cupping her hand against the back of his head and drawing him in for a long slow kiss.

"I did notice those, but," her arms fold. "Mortals have always had strange ways of dress. The availability seems very one-sided however." Why no sexy _________ for men, hmm?

There's a bleep on her phone, causing Carolina to turn away as she checks her messages. A smile flickers, before she stows the device, moving forwards to rest a hand on York's shoulder. "Delta says he's going to have the car brought round in 10 minutes. Think that's enough time for you to wash up and change?"

Change?

Why yes! Into the smart suit that Carolina proceeds to pull out of the wardrobe. While his eye is a giveaway, no one would be looking for a man in a business suit, even if he's wearing glasses.

"...Okay this is. Way hotter than I imagined." He had to sit back and. Stare. For a moment. Becuase good goddamn, that's hot. he'll slip in after a moment but-.

Dreams come true, right here.

Wash looks a little startled at first, but then leans into the kiss, returning it hesitantly. He'd never imagined ever being able to kiss Carolina. She tasted good. Felt amazing and he might have moaned just a little. When they part, he's left breathless, tongue flicking out against his lips while she turns her attention to York.

"You too."

"Change?" That wasn't- oh. Wow. "...You two are crafty when you want to be." Sure he hates suits with the burning of 1000 suns but- if it'll get him out without being hassled? He will pull that thing on so quick- the only reason he's not already stripping is- well. Carolina's got a hand on him.

"Sure, I can be ready. At least this place has an opaque door to the bathroom."

"Yeah. Usually when I want to be a sexy ______ my own self I gotta make it." He's done a sexy doctor, white speedo and a stethoscope. Aw yeah.

Oh god.

[ He's going to be saying that a lot. Oh god. Oh shit. Oh fuck. That and begging- he can beg really well when prompted but when it's off the cuff? it's just that much more desperate, just that much more sincere. All that's on his face is sweet agony, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted while he pants away.

The side effect being everything feels that much more intense but if he watches? He is gonna come too damn soon.

Tongue and it's a fight to keep his hips still- he lets go of her hair immediately to tug his hands away so he wouldn't risk tugging or pulling without permission. The first one's intense. The seconds has him shivering back into his skin, hands sliding into her hair again. Not her jaaw, just her hair. Reverant. Adoring. ]

God, yes.

[ The response is everything she was hoping for. She turns her head, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh, as his hands first free themselves, then reburrow into her hair. She doesn't say no, doesn't object - so long as he doesn't yank, even a strong grip is a turn on right now. Knowing she's reducing him to such sounds and the loss of words.

A couple more licks, and she's got a hint of what he tastes like, enough that she's willing to push for more reaction. There's a steadying breath taken, before she adjusts her position, shifts knees and balances her weight on her arms. All the better to angle the head of his cock below her and draw it into her mouth, between parted lips. A gentle suckle, before her mouth widens to take a little more, then draw back. In, out. In, out..sliding him in a little further each time, the last dragging her teeth very slightly with it along his dick.

She wants him hard, wants him twitching, but she doesn't want him to come - not yet. Not that they're lacking time, but...not yet.]

Edited (/tweaks) 2015-10-18 03:11 (UTC)

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