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.

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[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.]

[larue]

[ And he's watching those eyes of yours, looking at you looking at him and feeling -- not for the first time in the last seventy-two hours -- that overwhelming sense of thankfulness that comes in the aftermath of making it just in time.

Given the way you're studying him, you'll see the shifting of something in this one's eyes, the way his gaze drops from your face and the fraction downturn of his lips as he chases the dryness there with is tongue. There's a faint crease between his brows, you'd be familiar with it because you've seen a fair amount of his moods and this oddly comes close to that long ago night shortly after you'd sat him down on that couch in your room in Falner.

Close, but not quite. Close, but also different.

His hands have moved now: one forearm is braced on the mattress itself, while the other's fingers trace the slant of your torso to the jut of your hip. Those same fingers are catching on the hem of that tank top you wear underneath your shirt and rucking it up just enough so that he can press a soft kiss to the skin to the right of your navel.

Yes, he's also so terribly, terribly quiet. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[You have been down there before, and handled him with this same amount of care in the past. It does not lessen the anticipation he feels for whatever's going to come next, not in the slightest.

Neither of you are speaking: you're both filling the silence of the room with the way that your breaths dissipate into the air around the two of you, and it's loud in his ears, about as loud as the drumming noise inside of his head. That must be sound of his blood thumping in his veins, pumped out by a heart that's hammering away a little more all of the things that you're doing to him.

And still, he is watching you. At the moment, he can't do much else.]

[larue]

[ Josh is going to glance upwards once towards your face, you'll even catch the quick smile he sends your way before he's rucking that shirt up a little more, face leaning in to press his lips against your skin, mouth tracking kisses over the firm planes of your stomach.

That free hand of his is also tangling his fingers with yours, his thumb tracing gentle circles over the pulse at your wrist just as he allows himself the indulgence of briefly grazing his teeth along the dip right alongside your hipbones.

You can probably tell that he's planning to take his sweet time with this. And while he's enjoyed you before, there's a hint of intensity in the set of his shoulders that's different from the previous ways that you've both come together. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[That smile of yours is enough to make him feel weak, especially since it's coupled with all of those other small ministrations that you're so fond of lavishing upon him. Maybe he will tell you someday, how you're the one who made him appreciate this kind of fuck: slow, thorough, deliberate, careful, and sweet.

The grip his fingers have on yours is weakening. His head is tossing all over again, as he's swallowing and finally tearing his gaze away from you in a valiant attempt at drawing himself back together. The resistance is instinctual, because letting someone else come this close and knowing just how willing one is to let it happen in the first place is always humbling and a bit frightening in the same breath.]

[larue]

[ He's only managing to catch that because he does notice when your fingers loosen, when he hears the way you're moving over the sheets, quiet as you both are in this room.

This is him moving up and away then -- but only because his fingers are catching you by the forearms and tugging you up with him and drawing you right up against his chest. ]

Please tell me I can get rid of this, [ that's murmured against your cheek, right along the slant of your cheekbones as his palms ghost over where the layers of fabric are covering you. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

Mm.

[Shame on you for the way you're making him tremble against you, and for the way he's torn between watching everything you do to him and closing his eyes for fear that it'll overwhelm him.

The words have already started to fall away. You seem to have that effect on him.]

[larue]

[ Josh makes quick work on that, even as he refuses to leave you hanging. While his hands push the button-down from your shoulders, that's his mouth capturing yours, tongue tracing briefly against your lips to coax them apart. And when he's got that gone, those are his fingers hooking on the hem of your tank and tugging it upward, his lips leaving yours to that he can pull that over your head.

Interesting though, how he's found a place for his mouth over your chest and then up your neck as he does that. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[The way his mouth just opens up to let you do as you will and how his face turns to follow your every movement must be telling --

-- and yes, once your lips are back on his neck, you're going to feel the way he tenses, and hear the tiny whimper of need he makes against your hair.

His desire for you is spilling over now, even as most of it is tight and hot in his gut. He wants nothing more than everything you have to offer him, especially now that it feels like you're so close yet so damned far away.]

[larue]

[ There are soft, exhaled sounds from this one as he draws you right over his lap again, arms coming around you so that both of yours are pressed between your bodies; one hand moving up the length of your spine as his other arm tightens around your waist. His also shifting right beneath you and you'll feel the way his cock is straining beneath the fabric of his underwear, a direct result of your earlier ministrations.

You'll feel the sigh he breathes right below your ear, the movement of his lips as he gently nips along the area of your pulse, as he presses his nose into your skin to breathe the scent of you in.

And maybe you'll feel it: the way his heart is hammering in his chest, because you're here, back in his arms, right where he's missed you. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Now he's not too sure whether closeness is, indeed, the solution to his little predicament because what you're doing now together with the solid, hard warmth of your cock pressing up at him from behind is doing nothing but remind him of his own building need, and contribute plenty towards driving him completely up the wall.

He's trembling in earnest now, and his breath has gone ragged against the side of your face. There's a helpless noise in the next moment, as he becomes painfully aware of how hard he's becoming. He knows, as well, from the way his face feels that he must be blushing something furious. He's shifted his palms down to your waist in the hopes that anchoring himself to your body would help him, and their grip has tightened.