towerofanimus | we need some downtime

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we need some downtime

Characters: the grand highblood
Setting: that weird spring forever floor
Format: don't care
Summary: he is bleeding a little but he's pretty beat up from that fight, and worn out. being a big target is tough work, ok??? he's been wandering around the new floors and found himself sitting out in the middle of the grassy field. oh god do you want to approach him? he looks surprisingly peaceful???
Warnings: the grand highblood

[ it's really bright on this floor, but he found himself adjusting to it somewhat. it definitely wasn't anything as strong as Alternia's sun. he's sore, scratched up, bruised and plain old tired, so he's sitting in the middle of a grassy field, surrounded by delicate yellow and purple flowers.

a very bizarre scene indeed.

he's just resting up, trying to regain some strength. ]

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[A low, rumbling growl rises from the back of his throat, a reflexive sound he makes when giving off a warning. Those claws against his forehead? Yeah, it's because of that, but not just because he feels threatened, but it also excites him. It's the perfect reaction, and he's glad it's working out so far since...well, that moan...

He can't get enough of these motherfucking noises all coming from the Summoner's mouth. Even if the rebel had rejected his touches, his hand would've stayed, to continue kneading at the muscle there. The pressure alternates between gentle and firm, testing their sensitivity and seeing how that shit all works. His other hand joins in, working the tense muscles of the Summoner's back, almost like a massage, alongside the gentler touches near the wings.

A gravelly rasping sound escapes him at the slight puncture wound, tasting his own blood, swirling the coppery taste around with his tongue and against the Summoner's own lips, coating it with a thin layer of indigo. Then he suddenly shifts his body, then with a strong pull, he drags the Summoner closer so that he's practically sitting in his lap.]

[Oh dear oh dear oh dear he carries... a tremendous amount of tension in his back, so while his wings react to each shift in pressure - spreading till they shake in the anticipation of flight at the firmest of it, and nearly closing as the pressure fades - there are also giant knots of stress relaxing under all this attention]

[Which of course means he doesn't resist at all when he's dragged into the Highblood's lap despite the faintest of Good Senses saying this is bad and dangerous and oh no stop while you're ahead. He's kinda pretty much stopped listening to that voice entirely, just... licking the indigo off his lips while his free hand finds a place first at the collar of the Highblood's shirt, plucking oddly at it for a moment, before rising and settling at the curve where his shoulder meets his neck]

[It's pretty harmless for now. It's mostly for balance as he straddles the Highblood's thigh and props himself up on his knees. He is not used to being the shorter partner so he's pretty well determined to get as high up as he can, even he yanking the subjugglator lower to him in the process. His kiss is getting sharper as things go along, and it may be pretty shortly here when he cuts another hole in the Highblood's lip]

[The highblood shudders as the Summoner assumes more control over the situation. It just doesn't sit right with him at all. He of all people can relate to being used to being the bigger of his partners since, well, he's never met anyone bigger than him. So he growls a little, snapping back in retaliation in between hungry kisses, their blood mixing and swapping between them, and tries to regain some control.

One hand reaches up to grab the one thing that's easiest to pull on -- one of his massive horns. He yanks on it roughly, trying to lower him, bring him down to his more rightful place below him, like a good motherfucking lowblood. Of course, still caressing his back with the other hand in a gentle manner, like he's reassuring him. It's OK to be motherfucking lower than me. Everyone usually is. Relax. You got other things to worry about.

He breaks the kiss by pulling the Summoner's head back by the horns, but keeps his lips close, hovering over his cheek, neck, and shoulder like he's looking for a good place to just chomp down.]

Edited 2012-01-15 05:58 (UTC)

[Nope nope nope he's having none of that. The initial pull on his horn surprises him enough that he goes with it, but the moment he regains his composure, he's fighting against it, trying to stay in the same place or at least drag the Highblood down with him by his hair]

[But then the kiss ends and he very nearly whines as he gets pulled away. His breath is shaky, confused, his eyes following him, wondering what the hell he's doing. What the fuck, did you get lost or something, his mouth is up here, come back jackass]

[It is only when he sees the look in the Highblood's eyes that he gets an idea of what's happening, and... welp, he leans away suddenly, as far as he can with his horn still held in place. Both hands shift at the same time, the one tightening suddenly against his throat, just enough to threaten, and the other unwinding out of his hair and... wrapping around his mouth. His claws start to dig holes into the Highblood's cheeks, and there is a low growl coming from somewhere in his chest]

[You don't get to bite him, Highblood. Not where someone might see it and interpret it as a possession mark. Because uh... sorry to say but he does not belong to you. If anyone's marking anyone this early on, it'll be the other way around, mmkay?]

[This kind of sucks! The highblood snarls through the hand at the resistance, trying to snap his teeth down on the hand through the pain shooting down his face from the claws. He glowers, a hint of frustration showing through in his eyes, because goddamn he just wants to sink his teeth into him...taste him a little, just a tiny bit. Why is he stopping him? More importantly, why is this something the highblood was willing to overlook (for now)???

In his frustration, his hands slip down, claws nicking the Summoner's sides as they make their way down slim hips and smooth around the curve of his ass. He squeezes hard, now trying to pull the Summoner down onto his lap by the hips, because fuck. If he can't bite, then he's going to at least bring the motherfucker down to his more proper level.]

[.....WOW. HE'S REALLY... surprised all the Highblood does is try to bite his hand which uh... well, just gets him even more cut up since the Summoner lifts his hand away from all dem teeth, but keeps his claws dug into his skin. Smiles at the Highblood's frustration, at least until his attention is drawn to the claws working their way down his side. Be careful with the buttons man, he hates sewing them back on--]

[oh there's a hand on his ass. Well then. That's definitely not a thing he was expecting, and he resists the pull long enough that when he does finally get dragged down it's... obvious... it's because he was okay with it happening. And if that didn't make it obvious enough that he's... going to continue to try to stay in control here, a second later he takes a fistful of the Highblood's shirt and drags him down with him, other hand leaving his mouth, finding one of his open wounds and... sticking his claws into it]

[Fuck you man if you want a lowblood who knows their place find one who isn't in charge of a fucking rebellion]

FUCK. [OK WOW, THAT...HURTS, YOU SHITTY LITTLE-- he lets go of the Summoner entirely and reaches up to wrap his large hands around the Summoner's wrists, yanking them forcibly out of his wounds and off his shirt. He forces down a groan, the rush of fresh pain overpowering the dull ache of old wounds getting him even more hot and bothered than before.

Squeezing the wrists hard, he pulls him in again for a violent mashing of swollen bleeding lips and teeth. It's brief, however, and he pulls back again, breathing heavily, staring at him with heavy-lidded eyes.]

[lkjasdfklj oh no his hands give those back--]

[oh okay kissing again he can do this. He actually bites down even harder then ever before, revenge for taking holding arms like that, and he follows after him as they part. At least until he catches that... look. The way the Highblood's breathing. The way he is breathing exactly the same. Wrinkles his nose, licking at the brown and purple spread across his mouth. It takes everything in him to keep the lust out of his voice...]

What.

[His lips curl back into a sneer, though it's a half-hearted attempt, and ignores what the Summoner says. He takes a moment to get his fill of the Summoner in this exquisite state, holding him away at arm's length, and then finally releases him....

Only to shove him off his lap, hard, onto the ground. He shifts onto his knees slowly, because he probably cannot handle standing right now due to...his obvious physical state down south. He continues to stare hungrily, like he's trying to undress him with his gaze alone.]

What do you motherfucking think? [Tact and finesse and subtly, right here baby. You get the whole package!! sjdks]

[...AH. WELL THEN. Actually you get points for apparently taking a second to see what he thinks about all this. tbh though, he's is not all that much better off and that is... p obvious once he gets shoved onto the ground and lays there splayed out and confused for a second. At least he has the sense to sit up and fold his legs for the sake of Convenient Shadows before long though]

[There is something muttering at the back of his pan that is very much revolted at the way the Highblood is looking at him, and now that he's not all up in the subjugglator's business, it's loud enough to at least compete with the YES GOOD that pipes up at that uh... really subtle suggestion there]

[So he gets a laugh, kind of breathy but definitely mean]

On the uh... first date, Highblood? What, kind of troll do you think I am.

[He actually pauses for a moment, his train of thought suddenly crashing. He has had a few caliginous relationships in his life, and they never seemed to object to taking things fast, so to have someone object -- and in extremely irritating way at that -- made him frown.

But soon, the frown vanishes, and he smirks slightly.]

A pansy-ass motherfucker is what all crossed my motherfucking thinkpan at first, but maybe... just motherfucking maybe you've got a point here.

[He climbs to his feet, palming himself through his pants, adjusting himself, so that he can walk properly.] Guess we're done here.

[...wait. WHAT. WHAT]

[NO, BUT WHAT JUST LSKJDFLKJS HAPPENED]

[Holy shit man, you got it really bad for him don't you. I mean, okay, very very occasionally a highblood seeking his concupiscent attention has asked him about it first. Exactly never have they actually listened the first time he's expressed doubt though. His pan is so utterly blown by the fact that the Grand fucking Highblood is apparently just gonna go, no fuss, no arguing, no bother about it, he forgets to even remind him that he's a pansy-ass motherfucker that he just propositioned for sex so the insult doesn't really hold a lot of weight. He's just staring in sort of hollow eyed shock]

[Wow, he may have fallen pretty damn fast into this hate thing, but that is nothing compared to the way he crashes face first into wanting him right the hell now, for anything, one time only or a long term... something, he really does not even care. Except he can't go back on his word. It'll make him seem desperate at best, and weak to terribly thought out insults at worst. Next time, Highblood. You won't even know what hit you +____+]

[A rather sly grin slides onto his face as he finally focuses again]

Guess so. See you around.

[HEH HEH, MOTHERFUCKER. He finds that expression quite satisfying, wondering if maybe this was a missed opportunity...but no, his body is struggling between his needs and wants already, and that's tiring enough as it is. Besides, sometimes a highblood didn't feel like doing shit if he all didn't want to. He's not considered a capricious troll for no reason, after all.

His body is still screaming at him, especially when the Summoner's shocked expression changes to an infuriatingly attractive grin. God, he could just go back and reach down--

NOPE OK OK, he can totally make the best of this. The last thing he wants is to do this while his body is sore and uncomfortable. Why not do this at full strength? It would feel even better to start off fresh, to paint on a clean, new, lovely canvas.

His gaze lingers for a second, then with a small chuckle he turns to find the stairway, leaving the troll to sit in the grass.]

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