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

[larue]

[ 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.

[icarusalsoflew]

[The way you've buried your hand between your bodies in order to work him up that way makes him whimper, and cling to you tighter. Maybe you'll feel the slight bite of his nails digging into your back.

He can't help it. The intensity of the feelings he harbors for you makes him lose control.]

I love you too.

[That's whispered, weak and earnest, against your ear.]

[larue]

[ 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. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[That gets him going all the more, if only because the way you're fucking him is the perfect and welcome assault to everything that he is. As such, it isn't too long before the gasp of his breath and the moans leaving his lips whenever he comes up for air both take on a higher, more desperate pitch.

He'll shudder once he's finally starting to reach that high, and let those hands of his grip you tight/roam over your back/anchor you in place, the way your body is pinning his down to that bed.]

[larue]

[ 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. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[When he starts to cum, you'll feel him spilling over your hand just as much as you'll feel the way he clenches around you, and tries to curl his body against yours as best as he can. He buries his cries against your shoulder; because of all of that, it might look a little like he's trying to hide himself away in your arms, or maybe end himself by trying to melt right into you.

Perhaps it expresses, in a way, what you are to him. You're his world, and he's only too happy to get lost within you.]

[larue]

[ He'll stroke you until you're spent, and press kisses into the crook of your neck as he folds himself around you. He's not too far behind when you climax, and as you attempt to hide away in his skin, he's spilling the whole of himself into you: breath ragged, your name a prayer whispered into the dark, his embrace tight around you.

He'll sink against you in the aftermath of it all, palms shakily following the length of your legs wrapped around him, his lips seeking yours because he needs to breathe and only your kisses can help with that. ]

I love you. I love you so fucking much.

[ Brow to yours now. Eyes shut as the aftershocks of your lovemaking rock him. ]