shorterpass | MONSTER AU MASTERPOST

[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?

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.

Oh. [he blinks again, taken offguard.] Uh, no. I haven't. I don't think I know anybody who has. Uh...

[oh. oh shit. does that mean that he's being propositioned?] We have what?

Seeeex. S-e-x. Intercourse. That really fun past time anything with blood's been doing since the dawn of time. Usually feels great? Especially if your partner really knows what they're doing.

[You are absolutely being propositioned, Church.]

[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.

[Tucker smirks, relaxes as Church does.]

Well, hey babe, I can be the best dream you've ever had. [TucKER.]

[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?

[Tucker grins, proud that he's still managing to salvage this meal.]

Got anyone else you're interested in? Not the blond obviously, but maybe a coworker? Neighbor? I'll make it great, swear to you.

[just a dream, right? that means that church can stop WORRYING so much and actually go for it; exactly the way that he never would if he thought that he was conscious. he leans forward and trails his fingertips up tucker's arm.] You're looking pretty good as is, actually.

[Oh holy shit.

In all the world, Tucker had to find the one monster kinky motherfucker here.

It's a little off putting, but it's a dinner so.]

I mean, I am damn good looking, so can't blame you. You have a preference of junk?

[He at least shifts his wings to be a little smaller, curls his tail so it rubs against Church's leg while they talk. It's gone from hooking up to sounding more like a business transaction, christ.]

[hey, he's had stranger dreams. might as well go with the flow, right? he reaches his left hand to curl his fingers around the back of tucker's neck, the beginnings of a crooked smirk skewing his face.] Damned, and good looking, more like? Is that where this is going?

[nnnnope not dodging the question what are you talking about.]

[He makes a noise in his throat pretty damn close to purring and leans in with the touch.]

Or both, either way.

Still need to know what you wanna fuck with though. I can't get a solid read on you.

I ain't no q-- [frowning, he mumbles against his mouth, starting to brace a palm against tucker's shoulder. but a moment flashes through his mind unbidden: long blonde hair trailing over his back and a breathy chuckle in his ear, her murmuring sure are into some wild shit, leonard, as she twists her knuckles inside him. he's tried not to wonder since then.]

[He lets the memory roll through him, takes that in and lets it settle before giving a low whistle.]

Interesting. Yeah, I think we can work something out. [So the guy's not only questioning but also a romantic. He leans in and turns to just barely kiss at his cheek, testing those waters. See if he's reading him right. Tucks his tail around to settle against the small of Church's back.]

[church's frown intensifies, but only for an instant. then he's too busy startling and shifting underneath him. his hands find the small of tucker's back to match the contact on his own spine, as well as pull him further up, his head lolling a fraction at the display of affection.] I sure hope so. Hate getting all worked up just to be disappointed.

[He moves easily enough on top of him, straddling his hips and taking in the whole image. This is a fun one, if nothing else. A story to tell probably by the time he's done. With even that tiniest reaction, Tucker takes it and runs, moves to press his lips down for a soft kiss.]

Please. No one's ever disappointed with me, asshole.

[and if he keeps thinking that this is a dream, treating it like it doesn't matter to his waking self, he can stay casual and flirty instead of tensing up and ruining everything. plus... maybe he doesn't want to wake up. so he goes along, smirking again, when he's not nipping at tucker's bottom lip.] Pfffft, oh yeah? You got a warranty or something?

The warranty is me not eating your brains, how about that?

[Not that he would because that's just gross. But this guy doesn't seem like he knows enough to know the difference.

He flashes his fangs for a second, then leans down to nip at his neck, hands playing with his underwear. Yeah, he'll have fun.]

[... it does at least give him pause, his eyebrows crinkling in the middle of his forehead.] I thought that was a zombie thing?[he mumbles, while he can. because the next second, there are teeth against his neck and fingertips against his waist and ffffffuuuuuuuuuck it really has been a long time, it must have been, if he's melting against the bed this quickly and easily...]

[He grins against his neck, sucks at the skin fully intent on bruising it. It's nothing to wrap his tail around one of his legs and start unbuttoning his longjohns from the neck. Christ this is the least sexy underwear on guys he's ever run into in his life. Not as bad as some of the women's though. A low groan sounds from the back of his throat as he moves.]

So what do you like? Name it.

Mmmmfff-- [that's all it takes, really, before church is melting against the mattress and twitching up against him. he's too reactive, made oversensitive by months and months without any direct skin contact; it leaves him winding through tucker's limbs, leaves him tilting his neck back and whimpering in the back of his throat, trying to encourage him. Usually, he'd worry about explaining the bruises, but right now? That doesn't matter at all.] Shit, just-- just fuck me, would you?

[Okay now he's laughing against Church's skin as he peels away the underoos, trails fingers along his shoulders and down his chest. Fucking christ this guy hasn't been touched in ages, no wonder he's not scared or freaked out; he's desperate.]

You got it pal.

[Tucker kisses his way down, unbuttoning and pulling the cloth as he goes, gets to Church's hips and squeezes his cock gently. Making sure he's good to go with a little massage.]

[the longjohns are warm and comfortable, but... yeah. he wants them gone, as soon as possible. being peeled down around his waist is good enough for now, his spine arching to press his stomach up against tucker's hands.] I got--

[when he paws at his dick, he shudders. he gasps, his nails digging into his shoulders, his knees kicking up and together jerkily.] Fuck,

Sensitive. [Hey mutters it against his stomach, making sure to go gentle now that he knows. Tucker waits until Church settles again before working the underwear down further so he can sit on his thighs. He'll just keep up the slow attention to his dick, get him good and going.]

Been a while, huh?

Y-yeah, maybe a lil, [he mumbles as his eyes slip closed, his head lolling on the pillows as he eases down.] No shame in that, right?

[well, of course there is, that's why he never brings it up, he's PLENTY ashamed, but ffffffuck. somebody else's skin against his... feels too hot, almost, but it's a nice kind of pain.]

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oh my fucking god that icon

THAT IS MY FIRST TIME EVER USING IT

period accent is just gonna come and go whatever WHATEVER DON'T JUDGE ME

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