prismatica | text | un: lightning

???? Well I suppose I did not have a specific, detailed sequence in mind, but I thought we would have sex. Have I misunderstood something?

nah

as long as ur clear on that part

Anyway I am almost here. I am not on foot anyway, so shall I enter through your window in order to avoid your roommates and their problem with me?

nah just come through the door and freak my roommates out

As you wish!

[ and a couple minutes later, there's a knock at the door! ]

[Congrats(^{citation needed}) there's a guy answering the door who's... probably the correct person. Lewin's got big furry bat ears, and a mouthful of pointed teeth that both make it pretty clear he's got the Iris moon hitting him pretty hard. Other than that, he's a pretty indiscriminate "adult" age, somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties, with shaggy dark hair falling into his eyes and a bright grin on his unshaven face.

Please ignore exactly how ratty his clothes look. Sometimes you just... only own tee-shirts and boxers with holes in them. That's just his life. At least he looks like he's showered recently (his hair is still damp).]

Let me guess. You're sixteen.

[ and the person at the door...
well, he is clearly young, though it's likewise an indeterminate sort of youth; he wouldn't look out of place on a college campus, but no one's going to let him rent a car without the additional fee.
also, if it weren't for the "m" in "16/m/prismaplace," neither his face nor his general body shape would exactly have made the m-ness a foregone conclusion.
(also, he's wearing legwarmers over jeans and a chunky off-the-shoulder sweater, because he's long since begun taking most of his fashion cues from the locals.)
(also, he has no visible animal traits, because as a cordis moonblessed, he's not currently under the influence of any moon; he's just pretty much always down to clown.) ]

Indeed I am! More or less, at any rate. [ not like he could keep precise track of the passing months while he was "growing up," but he's like 90 percent sure that the "sixteen full years" milestone is behind him! ]

So then, are you "Lightning," or are you just vrery good at guessing? —Either way, what charming ears you have, sir!

That's me. [He says, still grinning.]

You got a name you want me to call you?

I am Titus Alexius! But just Titus is fine.

[ he doesn't go inside since he hasn't been invited, but he does lean past the threshold to look with interest around the room. ]

Are your roommates here?

'kay. [And he's walking back inside, leading the way to his room.]

They're out for a couple minutes, so nobody should bother us.

[ titus follows, closing the door after him... ]

A couple minutes? [ titus isn't exactly sure what the median length of a lovemaking session is, much less the optimal length, but... uh ]

That'll give us time to get to my room and lock the door. [Don't worry, he knows what he's doing.]

Oh!! Oh, I see. Yes, that makes much more sense.

Ah, not that I was judging you.

[ he follows lewin to the room so they can go in and lock the door!! ]

You're allowed to say you were judging me. I sure ain't gonna hold it against you. [The door is opened, they're in, the door is closed, and Lighting's grabbing the stranger by the shoulder and pinning him against the wall.]

Anything you're not up for? [The last thing he wants is to not get off right now.]

I believe I have rather expansive tastes.

[ he stretches out his arms and links his fingers together behind lightning's head! ]

But if anything does come to mind, I'll let you know! [ by saying "stop that" and shoving his face away, or something. ]

Oh, you're brave. [Lightning says, grinning. Iris gives him big bat ears, but it also gives him a mouthful of fangs and those are on display right now.]

How about I shove you down on my bed and fuck you until you can't breathe?

[ titus exhales and bites his lower lip, eyes drifting across all those glinting fangs. then he tilts his head just a little to one side so he can look over lightning's shoulder at the bed in question...
...how clean are the sheets, he wonders.
but then he realizes he doesn't actually care enough to bother about it. ]

Go on, then.

[ he tightens his arms, drawing himself closer so that he can—somewhat incongruously—kiss lightning on... the cheek... ]

[That's a very good question and ignoring it is probably the best option.

Especially because Lightning's been given permission and Iris is driving him wild, without any of the gentleness that might be associated with the moon. The kiss is gentle, but Lightning's hands aren't as he grabs Titus and turns him, shoves him down on the bed and... pauses for a second. Is the kid going to call it off, or is he actually ready to go along with this?]

[ as titus's face approaches the surface of the bed, he decides preemptively that anything he ends up smelling there will in fact be a type of Manly Musk, which will be not off-putting but attractive. (the thrill of being very lightly manhandled helps with that decision!)

...but then there's a pause...
puzzled, he turns his head to look back at lightning over his shoulder. ]

Is something the matter?...
If my jeans are too tight, I can help take them off.

Nah, just looking. [Those jeans are tight, but that's a good look, tight jeans and an arched back and a puzzled glance over one shoulder. He slides a hand around to the front of Titus's jeans, thumbs the button open and slides the zipper down.

Yeah, that's hot, and it just gets better as he drags that fabric down, then reaches into a bedside table and pulls out a tube of lube, slicking up his fingers.]

[ titus breathes out, low and husky; the anticipation is already killing him. very quickly, but with what's perhaps an odd level of care, he yanks his sweater up and over the back of his head, exposing his back and shoulders but leaving the sleeves on.

then he turns right back to look over his shoulder, as far as he can. (it's too bad there's no mirror across from the bed...) ]

That's a good look on you. [Lightning says, sliding a finger inside Titus, followed immediately by another. But the bared skin is an invitation, and he nips at it with sharp fangs, biting bruises into the boy's shoulder. His fingers press, stretch, and he uses his other hand to slide his shorts down.]

[ titus starts to respond, but before the first word his voice trails off into something light and helpless. he's tight but not tense, and with every moment that passes, he gets more excited by how quickly it's all happening. he gathers the sheets up in his fingers and yelps when lightning bites, the arch in his back deepening; at the same time, he's trying, semi-successfully, to pull his jeans and underwear and shoes (and legwarmers) all the rest of the way off using his feet. ]

Desperate, aren't you? [Lightning asks, voice low and close to Titus' ear as he slides his fingers out, slowly.

But he's not patient enough to try and make Titus beg for it before slicking up his cock and sliding in. He's not slow, not cautious or careful, but he never has been.]

[ his toes curl up, and he briefly pushes himself so far up off the bed that, if it weren't for the fact that his feet aren't touching the ground, he'd be practically standing. he makes no attempt whatsoever to muffle the accompanying loud moan. hope lightning's roommates are still out! ]

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