Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 13, 2063 || Saturday || The Mordechai Home

[icarusalsoflew]

[So before the real work in Europe starts, you've all got a free day to roam around the Mordechai Home and its rather beautiful surroundings. Everyone is more than welcome to stay the night.

The Cooley Peninsula's a lovely place, and this particular section is even prettier than the rest of the area. The house, in itself, is pretty interesting too.

Knock yourselves out, guys. This is turning out to be a pretty sweet vacation, isn't it?]


DESCRIPTION STUFF:
+ The house is an old-style Irish home made of brick and covered in ivy. It's got two floors (all five bedrooms are upstairs, and each one has a bathroom), an attic, and a basement. Everything's antique in here, and there is pretty much NOTHING Japanese in the house except Hikaru. The binding motifs: Christian symbols with a Celtic twist, blades, brambles and water.
+ First floor's got the kitchen with the dining area right next to it, and the living room with a fireplace. There's a porch up front.
+ The attic is full of old and interesting shit, and looks like a study. Hikaru's Brotherhood of Violence stuff is here.
+ The basement is the strangest area: half of it is a workshop-cum-armory with a map that expands an entire wall. It's full of old notes, post-its and photographs. Observers will note that this was Alistair's project from way back when - the beginnings of how he always managed to keep track of Hikaru. The other half is under lock and key; the door's a vault. It feels cold beyond it. VERY cold.
+ There's a beach that's about a three minute's walk down from the hill that the house is on. The ancestral Mordechai cemetery's a ten minute walk from the house, through rolling hills. Alistair's wife is buried there, as are Maes' wife and kids, Abel, and both Seth Mordechais.
+ ...And then there are fields for miles and miles, and mountains in the distance.
+ The Kearney home is actually a fifteen minute drive away from the Mordechai home. Nobody's in, though.

OTHER OOC NOTES:
+ Feel free to go anywhere you like. Ping me if you need descriptions.
+ Alistair will only return to the house by sunset. He's in the cemetery or roaming around in the forest. until then.
+ Feel free to make your own threads, or pop in to bug the NPCs at the threads I am putting up for them.

Comments

[icarusalsoflew]

[Your words take him out of that little spiral of panic and doubt and worry that he was about to sink himself in to. As such, you'll have to excuse him for blinking a little blankly at you for a bit before responding, with a small (tentative) smile.]

I think I can manage that.

[It's both an affirmation and a bit of an apology. He doesn't like screwing up, especially since the two of you have barely started to be fine again.]

[larue]

[ God, when you look like that ( read: young ) he can't help but feel like he has to treat you with care -- or that he's a terrible influence. Go figure, he's begun to start actually thinking that he's his age and man, that's a pretty big age gap. ]

C'mere then. [ And as he's saying that, he's tugging you close, his hands coming to span your waist with the intent to have you straddle his lap.

Your height's aren't that far apart, but he's broader than you and you need some meat on your bones after this last bad fall. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[And while he folds into you easily and effortlessly, it does take him a moment to wrap his arms around your neck to properly steady himself just so that he's a little above you. He can feel the warmth of your skin now that the two of you are up against each other, and it's enough to make his breath come out a little short.

That is why he dips down to kiss you: maybe it'll help him breathe a little easier.]

[larue]

[ He's going to answer that kiss gladly, lips parting beneath yours and tongue coaxing your own out to play. His hands are also moving up and down your back, in a gesture that is meant to soothe. ]

Love you, [ he murmurs that against your mouth, hips shifting just a little so that he's snug against you. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[He only parts his lips further to give you a little more purchase, and responds in kind with his own tongue. He's missed the way you taste.]

Love you too.

[Saying that with a small smile in your direction, just as he's letting one arm shift away, and resting that hand against your chest. Yes, his fingers are close to the buttons of your shirt.]

[larue]

[ He's going to toss you a questioning look at that, because normally, by this time, you'd have gone through those buttons. ]

What's wrong? [ Of course, he has to ask. He's never seen you like this before. The last couple of days don't count because he was calibrating himself. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Oh, for shame. Was he tripping up again?]

Nothing's wrong. I guess... I guess it's just been a while?

[And yes, there is, once more, that whole part about being so sure that he'd never be able to have you like this again.]

[larue]

[ One hand is coming up now to brush the hair from your eyes, before it moves to your nape to draw you in. ]

I guess it has.

[ He's kissing you again after that, gentle but firm at first and then gradually gaining a semblance of urgency that you can feel him still holding back.

What he's doing is simple: he's drawing you out, showing you that he wants you, hoping to reassure you that there's no need to shy away. ]

I'm right here, Hikaru. Not going anywhere. I promised, remember?

[icarusalsoflew]

[All of that is doing wonders with regard to settling him down. You'll probably be able to feel how he's gradually relaxing, and giving a little more in response to your ministrations with each passing second. By the time you broke away to speak, the look in his eyes was full of nothing but want, and all of that's directed towards wanting you.]

Please don't.

[There's a little more of the honesty that you're familiar with. You're on the right track.]

[larue]

[ There is something so terribly humbling about the way you're looking at him, about the look in your eyes that tells him how you want him so much. Josh rears up to kiss you at that, to show you how he wants to please you, fingers tugging gently at your shirt to get it loose so he can put his hands on you.

He has missed the taste of your lips, the give of your mouth beneath his, the texture of your tongue against his own. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[And once again, you're not going to meet any resistance from this one. He does, in fact, make a relieved noise just against your ear the moment your palms graze over his bare skin.

He'll respond in kind by helping you out of your own shirt, or starting to, anyway.]

[larue]

[ He's going to take that sound as permission to take the lead and shift you both onto your bed with you flat on your back and him hovering over you before he leans down to track kisses down your neck again.

His hips are also flush against yours, so you'll feel the way he wants you, even as he's getting rid of that shirt of yours. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[And there you go again, doing all of the right moves, all of the things that drive the air out of his lungs and push the heat in. You'll hear his reaction against the side of your face inasmuch as you'll feel his body arch up towards yours. His hands, in the meantime, are roaming over you in an attempt to remember what you are to him through a system of touch.

It's becoming easier to fall back into the rhythm that the two of you tend to establish when you've decided to come together. It helps everything make sense again.]

[larue]

[ The sound you make goes through him, making him shiver even as he pushes your shirt aside to press warm kisses over your chest. His hands skim down the length of your torso, seeking out your fingers so that he can tangle them with his.

Moving with you like this is like breathing, and as he shifts so that he can press his lips to yours all over again, he's pinning those hands of yours on either side of your head. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[You're going to feel his grip around your fingers tighten in tandem with how your tongues slide against each other, and how your lips meet with his. His breath's coming in even shallower now, and it is likely impossible to miss the fact that all of this is turning him on.

As such, don't be too surprised to hear the way he breaks away from another round of kissing you with a tiny whine, and a darkened look in your direction as he's pressing the side of his face against the bed. The sheets are cooler than the rest of him is, or so he thinks.]

[larue]

[ Well that's... different?

Letting go of one hand now to catch your chin and turn your face back to his. ]

Hey, [ this one's tone is soft and coaxing. ] Hey, what is it?

[icarusalsoflew]

I missed you.

[That's a broken little whisper, wet with his heart's blood.]

I missed you so much.

[And now you're here again, and he can hardly believe it.]

[larue]

[ There's a moment where Josh can only look at you, lips parted as if there is something he'd like to say only to have it stuck somewhere in his throat. When he does find his voice some several heartbeats later, he's also leaning in to bring his lips to yours and his fingers are curling almost possessively against your cheek. ]

I missed you, too. But I'm right here, Hikaru. I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere.

[ The 'ever' that punctuates that sentence is in the way his mouth crushes against yours, the way he rolls back on one side and takes you with him so that the mattress anchors you both.

His hands are trembling now as they move over your body, as if a part of him is afraid to cut loose, to touch you the way he really, really wants to. You get hints of it in the way his teeth catch on your lower lip, the occasional tightening of his fingers at your hip, the weight of his palm on the small of your back as he draws you in.

He needs you, wants you, it almost hurts. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Those small gestures are more than enough for him to know what you want to do, and how - in spite of everything - you're still so careful and ready to give or hold back for as long as you need to.]

Do what you want to do.

[That's murmured over your mouth sometime later, as his hand is straying between your bodies. He ghosts his palm between your legs, because he wants to see if you still feel the same way to him. (You do.)]

[larue]

[ And this is a shuddering gasp as his eyes close shut, as his hips cant forward to your touch. His breathing has turned shallow now, because want is such a terrible and beautiful thing, because you make him crave in ways he never imagined was possible and you always know just how to unravel his control. ]

Hikaru... [ that's whispered with a sound that is half-sigh, half-moan, and you'll feel the way his fingers tighten at your elbow. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[He'll swallow whatever else you have to say by offering his lips for your lips, and his tongue for your tongue. That also lets him fit himself right up against your body - a warm distraction, perhaps, or maybe something else to focus on beyond the fact that he's now undoing the button and zipper of your pants.

A heartbeat after that, and his deepening the kiss, and slipping his hand just underneath your briefs so that he can graze his palm and fingers over you properly.]

[larue]

[ There's a choked-back sound from this one when you do that, and his shoulders are curling inward even as he leans in to you.

He's broken the kiss and is now leaning his head into your shoulder, because weren't you only a moment ago really shy? ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[He can feel the heat of your skin against his own just as much as he can feel you hardening in his grip. He always gets a bit of a high from doing something like this to somebody like you. The way he loves you, after all, is dark as it is beautiful: it's a love that makes him want to strip every bit of you down and peel all of your defenses away in order to see exactly what lies beneath, even if he knows that all of it is his for the taking just as whatever lurks within his heart is yours.

It used to worry him, whether this sort of devotion from him would be something that you could take. You have told him time and again, though, that you are not going anywhere. He'll just have to believe you.]

Take me with this. [He's bent down, just so, in order to whisper that to you. He's then punctuating that statement with the way his tongue traces along the curve of your ear.] Please.

[You are not the first person who could make him feel this way, but you are the only person, at this moment, that he is willing to be this open and this vulnerable to. You're the only one who can make every cell in his body beg.]

[larue]

[ And Josh is shuddering at those words, at the way the tip of your tongue is there, against his ear, at the heat of your palm as you feel him up, as your fingers are curled around his length.

Do you even know what you do to him? Do you even know how easy it is to simply give in because this is you and whenever he is around you like this it's like he can focus on nothing else? It scares him a little sometimes, to know that what he feels is so large and encompassing it's almost crippling to imagine you not in his life. He meant what he said back in Seigi, without even meaning to: you've had a hand in his life even before this story between the two of you had a proper beginning.

Those then, are his arms coming around you, hands snaking beneath that shirt he's yet to fully remove from your torso. That is his mouth tracking kisses where he knows you like it best. This is him rolling you right on your back to that he can pin you beneath his body. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[You'll feel the way every press of your lips and slide of your hands makes the muscle just beneath his skin tighten, just as you'll hear the way his breath stutters up until the point where it leaves him completely once you have him between you and the bed, spread out over those sheets.

You're pieces of a whole to him right now, and it shows in the way that he's staring at you now. Every aspect of you fascinates him: your lips, the curve of your shoulders, the fine lines of your face, the precise way you're keeping him down and under, the remembrance of the taste of your mouth. He can still, as always, plot out every place that your fingers have been on him.]