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shorterpass2016-03-18 02:24 pm
bestsword) wrote in shorterpass2016-03-18 02:24 pm
MONSTER AU MASTERPOST
we know what we're here for :V
[He's leaning his chin on his hand, watching Wash eat, but really? He's just tired. He's not looking around but he's more just zoned out to watching Wash's mouth and thinking about it against him and ultimately forgetting why he's let himself get this tired in the first place.]
Wha? [Wait what was Wash saying?] Oh. Yeah, I keep forgetting I have that thing. Sure, I'll try to remember to.
[Careful, Wash, you may end up with nothing but dick pics for the next week if he remembers.]
Wha? [Wait what was Wash saying?] Oh. Yeah, I keep forgetting I have that thing. Sure, I'll try to remember to.
[Careful, Wash, you may end up with nothing but dick pics for the next week if he remembers.]
[Aha. An in. Tucker's eyes are fixed on Wash. Two can play at whatever game Tucker's got going on. Not shoving Wash against the nearest wall the moment he gets in the house like usual, huh? Fine. Wash'll take the initiative to tease the absolute shit out of Tucker, too.
Wash polishes off the last bit of sandwich and oh, look, now he's making a big show of having to lick one of his fingers clean. It's not even dirty, but Tucker's sure paying a lot of attention to Wash's mouth...]
Wash polishes off the last bit of sandwich and oh, look, now he's making a big show of having to lick one of his fingers clean. It's not even dirty, but Tucker's sure paying a lot of attention to Wash's mouth...]
[THAT knocks him off of what seem to be the 'bitter ex denial' rails. blinking furiously, he stares at tucker for an instant before his cheeks turn (if possible) even redder.]
[it's notable, however, that he doesn't pull away. in fact, there's a fraction less tension in the line of his posture after not bad weird, something almost like a sigh escaping him. deflated.] Yeah, well. You're pretty weird too, uh... [well fuck, his name definitely isn't allison...]
[it's notable, however, that he doesn't pull away. in fact, there's a fraction less tension in the line of his posture after not bad weird, something almost like a sigh escaping him. deflated.] Yeah, well. You're pretty weird too, uh... [well fuck, his name definitely isn't allison...]
[Oh shit.
Wash is suddenly playing hardball and at the worst possible time for him to. Fuck, why couldn't he have done shit like this weeks ago when Tucker wouldn't have a guilty conscience about it?
But he can't exactly look away either, pupils getting bigger. Definitely interested and he can't even hide it, not with the way his breaths are coming out heavy and hot.
God, he's just hungry. It's been almost a month now.
He reaches for Wash's hand, that finger he was just licking and puts it to his lips to suck on the tip of it.]
Wash is suddenly playing hardball and at the worst possible time for him to. Fuck, why couldn't he have done shit like this weeks ago when Tucker wouldn't have a guilty conscience about it?
But he can't exactly look away either, pupils getting bigger. Definitely interested and he can't even hide it, not with the way his breaths are coming out heavy and hot.
God, he's just hungry. It's been almost a month now.
He reaches for Wash's hand, that finger he was just licking and puts it to his lips to suck on the tip of it.]
[Oh holy shit. Tucker looks a way Wash hasn't really ever seen him before -- this deep fucking need, like he's riding the knife-edge of starvation. Like he's keeping himself from pouncing on Wash and riding him hard, ram him against the ground.
So Wash can't be blamed for going a little stupid, offering his finger to Tucker to lap at. Wash's adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard.]
You want to move to bed now?
So Wash can't be blamed for going a little stupid, offering his finger to Tucker to lap at. Wash's adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard.]
You want to move to bed now?
I--
[There was some reason he hadn't before, why didn't he start with this? It's some far off forgotten memory in the heat of Wash offering to feed him and he remembers how drained he is and how fucking good Wash looks in bed.
He gives the fingertip a little nip before letting go.] God-- Fuck, yeah.
[There was some reason he hadn't before, why didn't he start with this? It's some far off forgotten memory in the heat of Wash offering to feed him and he remembers how drained he is and how fucking good Wash looks in bed.
He gives the fingertip a little nip before letting go.] God-- Fuck, yeah.
D-D-Dinner? [church's face goes even more put out, if that's possible. his first thought is the image of himself turning on a spitroast, skin smoking as it blisters above the fire.]
[it's... strangely detailed, all things considered. he puts on his Serious Face, the one that says DON'T FUCK WITH ME, MY DAD IS SHERIFF, and tries to salvage this to save his skin.] Okay, so why are you chatting? Not like it'll matter when you're done, will it?
[it's... strangely detailed, all things considered. he puts on his Serious Face, the one that says DON'T FUCK WITH ME, MY DAD IS SHERIFF, and tries to salvage this to save his skin.] Okay, so why are you chatting? Not like it'll matter when you're done, will it?
Good. Good, fuck, I -- missed you.
[That's not hugely sexy. Wash flushes, trying to distract from his sudden sappiness rushing them out of the room. He's never been thankful that his apartment's small before, but he is now, holding Tucker by the forearm and gently pulling him into his bedroom.]
I missed this.
[His hands skate upward, along Tucker's back, across his wings...]
[That's not hugely sexy. Wash flushes, trying to distract from his sudden sappiness rushing them out of the room. He's never been thankful that his apartment's small before, but he is now, holding Tucker by the forearm and gently pulling him into his bedroom.]
I missed this.
[His hands skate upward, along Tucker's back, across his wings...]
[Oh please your dad with his little peashooter couldn't do shit.]
It doesn't mean a damn thing. So I dunno why I'm chatting you up, man.
[Maybe it's that Church didn't immediately try to like. Kill him. Or so some weird religious thing to get rid of him.]
And yeah, dinner. Incubus, I said it before. Like, I'm not going to literally eat you or anything, that's disgusting.
It doesn't mean a damn thing. So I dunno why I'm chatting you up, man.
[Maybe it's that Church didn't immediately try to like. Kill him. Or so some weird religious thing to get rid of him.]
And yeah, dinner. Incubus, I said it before. Like, I'm not going to literally eat you or anything, that's disgusting.
[DID he say it before? if he did, church was too frazzled to absorb it. but fuck if he's going to admit that, so...] Yeah, sure. Okay. And why exactly should I believe you, huh?
[inhale. exhale. maybe he's still asleep? he's had dreams like this before, allison appearing and turning into somebody else. if he approaches it rationally, maybe it'll respond the same way, and he can wake up without guilt.] What exactly do you want from me, Tucker?
[inhale. exhale. maybe he's still asleep? he's had dreams like this before, allison appearing and turning into somebody else. if he approaches it rationally, maybe it'll respond the same way, and he can wake up without guilt.] What exactly do you want from me, Tucker?
[His skin shivers with the touches. Tucker almost trips being pulled up from the chair but he follows along, clinging to Wash's shirt for near-dear life. It keeps him steady for the moment, his eyes still glued to Wash's mouth while he talks.
He feels like his brain is buzzing nonstop in his skull trying to break loose. Tucker leans against him, rubbing against Wash's arm. God this is going to be so damn good.]
Missed you too. You taste the best. [No brain to mouth filter either.]
He feels like his brain is buzzing nonstop in his skull trying to break loose. Tucker leans against him, rubbing against Wash's arm. God this is going to be so damn good.]
Missed you too. You taste the best. [No brain to mouth filter either.]
Holy shit.
You've never been around an incubus huh? Or-- [He squints at him, like trying to get a read on the poor guy.] No, I guess you wouldn't, you're straight. I think.
[Tucker, don't sit there and postulate over this guy's personal identity! Christ. His tail swishes boredly and he sighs.]
Basically, I peek into someone's dreams, find out who they wanna bang and transform into it, we have sex, I eat the energy they expend from it. Win win situation for everybody.
You've never been around an incubus huh? Or-- [He squints at him, like trying to get a read on the poor guy.] No, I guess you wouldn't, you're straight. I think.
[Tucker, don't sit there and postulate over this guy's personal identity! Christ. His tail swishes boredly and he sighs.]
Basically, I peek into someone's dreams, find out who they wanna bang and transform into it, we have sex, I eat the energy they expend from it. Win win situation for everybody.
I, uh. I try. [That takes Wash offguard, cheeks going dark red. He focuses instead on the feeling of Tucker's skin on him, the few points they're attached at, Tucker rubbing his arm gentle.
It's not enough yet. Wash leans in, pressing his lips to Tucker's. His fingers are still playing with the edge of his wing, thumb and forefinger skating against the velvet leather of the membrane.]
It's not enough yet. Wash leans in, pressing his lips to Tucker's. His fingers are still playing with the edge of his wing, thumb and forefinger skating against the velvet leather of the membrane.]
[he... doesn't really know how to respond to that. his mouth opening and closing silently for a minute, church shakes himself and relaxes a fraction, humor starting to creep into his voice for the first time.] Shit, well. Now I know I'm dreaming. At least it's not a nightmare, I guess.
[The kiss steals his breath away having been without it for so long. He dips to catch his own weight, shifts more into Wash holding his arm to keep himself up. But his spine stiffens, goes perfectly straight when Wash starts playing with his wing, squeezes what he has a grip on before his muscles melt at the attention.
God, this-- This is it, this is what he wanted. Duh, of course this is why he came. Tucker wraps his tail around Wash's waist, tucks the tip of it up the back of his shirt and starts nudging him to the bed.]
God, this-- This is it, this is what he wanted. Duh, of course this is why he came. Tucker wraps his tail around Wash's waist, tucks the tip of it up the back of his shirt and starts nudging him to the bed.]
[Oh, Wash likes when Tucker uses that tail of his. Tucker's turning to jelly when Wash touches him in a way he hasn't before -- sex does good things to him, of course, but this is different. Maybe he's been holding out so it'll be better when they do fuck? Wash can... kind of understand that. Even if Tucker doesn't strike him as as much of the masochist type.
He slides backward onto the bed, practically a puddle, and nips at Tucker's mouth again, chewing his bottom lip and pulling Tucker next to him. He knows how much Tucker likes his wings played with, and maybe it's cheating, but he's banking on that hard, tracing circles into them and stroking along their joints.]
He slides backward onto the bed, practically a puddle, and nips at Tucker's mouth again, chewing his bottom lip and pulling Tucker next to him. He knows how much Tucker likes his wings played with, and maybe it's cheating, but he's banking on that hard, tracing circles into them and stroking along their joints.]
[He whines at the attention, shifts the wing closer to him. Wash is cheating and Tucker knows it and barely cares, it's been ages since anyone's done anything like that with his wings. Everything's fine. This is what he came for, isn't it?
He kisses down, sucks on the side of Wash's neck and pulls at his shirt trying to tug Wash on top of him, sluggish and hungry and tired.]
Wash...
He kisses down, sucks on the side of Wash's neck and pulls at his shirt trying to tug Wash on top of him, sluggish and hungry and tired.]
Wash...
[hey, yeah, alright. church is a lot more casual about this now that he knows that a) he's not going totally crazy b) he's just dreaming up the situation because he's desperate and it's been longer than he'd care to admit. pathetic, but he'll take it. aaaand, well, he might as well make use of it.] Oh yeah? I've had some pretty good ones. Why don't you prove it?
[Oh, yeah. This must be why Tucker's here. Wash takes the hint, pooling his weight into Tucker's lap and pushing him down against the bed. This is complicated by the fact he keeps gasping and leaning his head away for Tucker's mouth at his throat, but he manages.
He wants Tucker spread out underneath him -- so he can roll his hips down into him gently, rutting against him while Wash's hands splay his wings against the bedsheets, still tracing lines adjacent to the thin bones of it, standing out against the teal skin.]
He wants Tucker spread out underneath him -- so he can roll his hips down into him gently, rutting against him while Wash's hands splay his wings against the bedsheets, still tracing lines adjacent to the thin bones of it, standing out against the teal skin.]
[Tucker watches him, moves with him because this is what he's made for, knows instinctively where Wash is going and squirms to get comfortable on his back - the one downside to his wings, the only one he ever found, hard as hell to let alone ride him. He nips at a particularly soft spot of skin and plays with Wash's shirt. How mad would he be if he just ripped it? Just a little?
Nah.
It's habit, to roll his hips up against Wash's when he starts moving, don't even have his clothes off yet but he's going for it, lets the tip of his tail settle just at the top of his ass under his pants.]
Nah.
It's habit, to roll his hips up against Wash's when he starts moving, don't even have his clothes off yet but he's going for it, lets the tip of his tail settle just at the top of his ass under his pants.]
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