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Hikaru Shinta ([personal profile] icarusalsoflew) wrote2014-04-22 02:44 am
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Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 13, 2063 || Saturday || The Mordechai Home




[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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[personal profile] larue 2014-05-30 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ He'll answer that smile with one of his own, and maybe it's daring and little else, but that's him moving down in one smooth move to drag his tongue over your cock as he rubs teasingly at your opening. ]

I think I'm developing a fixation over the way you taste.

[ There's a note of amusement in his voice as he takes you in. ]
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[personal profile] larue 2014-06-01 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, he's watching. Seeing you like this, feeling the way you want more of him is humbling and beautiful and incredible.

He's reaching out with his other hand now, taking yours and tugging it close to the back of his head in a gesture that says simply: show me what you want and I'll give it; hold onto me, because yes, I'm here to stay.

You'll also hear the pleased hum from deep in his throat as he sucks, the roughness of his tongue moving along the length of you even as he has you, full in his mouth. ]
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[personal profile] larue 2014-06-01 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's coming up for breath a little while later, but withdrawing only as far as to keep the tip of you still between his lips so that his tongue can rub at where he can taste you. His hands have also moved to the tops of your thighs where the pressure of his palms his massaging the flesh there.

When he turns his eyes to yours, he lets you go, tongue absently chasing the taste of you on his lips. He's still so close that you'll feel his breath on you as he speaks softly: ]
Move up against the pillows.

[ He's sliding his arms beneath your legs now, shifting them so that they'll hang over his shoulders. ] I want to put my tongue in you.
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[personal profile] larue 2014-06-06 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's stretching out on those sheets at that, elbows braced as his hands lift your hips. He's nipping at the underside of your cock first, and then tracking a path downwards where he really wants you.

He takes it slow, lapping at your opening and alternating it with gentle exhales of his warm breath. He's also shifting to keep your hips in that precise position so that he can rub a finger over you. He does this for the next ten minutes or so, occasionally glancing up at your face to catch your reactions even in this dark.

There's enough light from outside to reveal the shape of you to him. And what he doesn't see, he's pretty sure he'll hear. ]
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[personal profile] larue 2014-06-06 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ You whisper his name and he's on the move, covering you completely with the whole of his own body as he captures your lips with his own.

Give him a bit, he's shedding the rest of his own clothes because they're in the way of everything else. ]


Say it again, [ there go his pants before he catches your lower lip between his teeth to worry at them a little. That's his tongue slipping past your lips as he lets you go so he can slant a smile over your mouth. ] Say my name again. [ That's him tugging off the last of the trappings and brushing the length of him against you and breathing: ] Ngh. Shit, it's been too long.

[ Has he ever mentioned that he loves the way you both just fit together? He probably should tell you that. ]
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[personal profile] larue 2014-06-06 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It’s like a punch straight to the gut, the way you're looking at him right now, vulnerable and utterly disarming in the way you fit perfectly in his arms. There's a tightening in his chest as he takes in those words, and he knows what you're asking, and yes, he'll give in.

That's a kiss pressed against your brow and then one more over your mouth as he whispers:]
I need to stretch you out first. [ And then he's pulling away just enough for him to open that drawer and fish out that tube of lubricant that he coats his fingers with.

Josh is quiet as he guides your legs around him, moves you both into a position that angles you in the right way to slip his fingers in. ]


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[personal profile] larue 2014-06-08 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Funny how while you're wondering that, this ons's just thinking about how he's missed the way you close around his fingers, your body telling him in the plainest of terms, how well you two just fit.

He wants you around him so badly, but he'll be damned if he rushes you before you're ready.

He presses his lips to yours again, the movement of his tongue as it teasingly rubs against yours in time to the way he's curling his fingers to trace the inner walls of you. ]
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[personal profile] larue 2014-06-09 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ He fingerfucks you for a significant amount of time ( he's not counting, your mouth and the sounds beneath his lips are a distraction ) but he slows the movement of his fingers when he feels you getting close to the edge.

One deep and thorough kiss now, as he withdraws his hand and shifts over you, palms spreading your legs so that he can press close. He rubs the tip of his cock against your opening first, his mouth keeping your occupied as his tongue teases your lips. And then he's slipping an arm around your waist, as the other drifts down to guide the full length of him into you.

There's a soft sound that escapes him at that, something caught between a swallowed breath and a whine, but he muffles that by crushing his lips against your own. ]
Edited 2014-06-09 01:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] larue 2014-06-11 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a shudder that goes through him when he's finally buried himself to the hilt in you, his face pressed into your neck to breathe the scent of you in because it's been too long, he's missed you too much and this is him surrendering himself.

He starts moving in slow and steady strokes, face finally lifting to yours so he can drink from your lips again. You are the oxygen he needs, that first sip of water when the whole of him needs replenishment and the place he'd come home to.

Close is not nearly close enough here. He needs the lines between you to blur, to fall into you so completely. ]
Please, [ this is him begging in a whisper that trembles from the force of emotion that's making him dizzy, ] don't leave me again.

I don't know what I'd do.
Edited 2014-06-11 03:37 (UTC)
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[personal profile] larue 2014-06-11 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's crushing his mouth against yours in an almost desperate attempt to memorize the taste of you. One hand is also drifting down to feel you up, thumb tracing slow circles over the tip of your cock as he rolls his hips against you. ]

I missed you. [ He's echoing your words now, each syllable heartfelt and ripped from the core of him. ] I was so scared that you'd leave me. That I messed us up so much because I couldn't get my head straight.

[ He bows his head to press open-mouthed kisses over your chest, right over your heart. ] I love you so much, Hikaru.
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[personal profile] larue 2014-06-12 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He bites on is lower lip in an effort to swallow the hiss of pleasure when he feels your nails bite into his skin. What can he say? You holding onto him like this, like he's the only thing for you to latch onto is overwhelming.

He's mouthing kisses along your neck at that, and then he makes his way back to all but fuse his mouth to yours. His tongue slips past your lips to tease against your own, unconsciously mimicking the way he's thrusting into you in deep and thorough strokes. ]
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[personal profile] larue 2014-06-14 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't pick up the pace, doesn't rush, just keeps on moving inside of you as if each roll of his hips might take him deeper and deeper into your skin. When he hears the change in the pitch of your voice, he ghosts kisses over your mouth, his eyes fixed on your face; one hand skimming the length of your torso, the other gripping you tight in his fingers.

His breaths are shorter, the room feels smaller and you are the only thing that matters. ]

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