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« notanetrunner » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION V ✦ Cyberpunk 2077
RESIDENCE ✦ Emerald District, alone w/2 cats
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby
It's V; you know what to do.

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[pararomantic]

Its a fetish abt swallowing ppl whole and it's a whole THING like that's the tip of the vore iceberg

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[bodyoftheseus]

Gonna pretend I don't know that exists

Yeah I'd fuck you if you were a centipede or centipaur or whatever the fuck you called it. Pretty sure I'd fuck you in any form

[pararomantic]

aw v

that's pretty sweet. not a lot of ppl would fuck something with more than 4 legs.

ur not saying that to get me to stop texting u right?

[bodyoftheseus]

If I didnt wanna text I woulda rolled over and gone back to sleep

[pararomantic]

I didnt think youd last this long.

But thanks

I hate sleeping

[bodyoftheseus]

I'm used to not sleeping. You get nightmares too?

[pararomantic]

[ it's late, roman doesn't admit to these things but he's exhausted, and maybe his guard's down more than usual. ]

Sometimes. Worse when I sleep alone.

No work from the agency to distract me lately.

[bodyoftheseus]

Find I definitely have them less when I sleep with someone but a lot of times I still end up waking up.

[ like tonight, for instance ]

Back home it got bad enough I just stayed awake until I just fell unconscious.

[pararomantic]

Nice to know im not alone this late at night... but definitely sucks that youve got em too.

Might just have to beat myself unconscious at this rate thatd be better than tossing around.





you by yourself tonight?

[ he's not needy, he tells himself. he is just asking an innocent question to a friend he'd like to put his head on the very nice pec of. ]

[bodyoftheseus]

Hard not to have em where I'm from. That's what drugs are for.

Yeah, but rather not be. If only I had a friend's place to crash at

[pararomantic]

If only

Man this is so funny but like

I totally hvae a place to crash.

U wanna?

[bodyoftheseus]

Only if you being a centaurpede is involved
😉

[ a perfectly appropriate amount of time passed before roman heard knocking on his door. v stood at the door with his hands jammed in his pockets and, by the time roman answered the door, he was looking down the hall as if he expected something to happen before roman could make it to let him in. ]

[pararomantic]

[ roman is just curled on the couch waiting, wondering if maybe it's a trick and v's just making him wait until he inevitably knock himself out. however, the knocking happens and he glances over at the door a moment, unfolding himself from the couch and opening the door, leaning in the threshold. ]

Wooooow, you've got a friend's place to crash at? Neat.

[ roman looks... tired, but still manages a smile. ]

Come on... you want anything? Water? Uh... booze? [ it's 3am ] My bed?

[bodyoftheseus]

[ his attention shifted to roman as he spoke. he - to be polite - looked rough. he still tried to smile. it didn't meet his eyes. ]

Safe from the world another night.

[ he regarded roman for a moment then followed him in. he kicked his shoes off after closing and locking the door behind him. ]

Just have you'n your bed.

[ drinking when he was this tired would be a waste, really. ]

[pararomantic]

[ roman can tell when a smile doesn't reach someone's eyes. he's done it enough times. he lifts a hand and curls fingers around v's wrist, bringing him along with him through the apartment. he's wearing his boxer briefs, not really caring much about decency, and a sweatshirt that says UNDERHILL FENCING TEAM ]

This way.

[ he's going to just take him there, it's not anything special—slept in, or rather, tossed around in. there are a couple of books, a collection of empty glasses on the bedside table, a dead cellphone. when roman guides him all the way in, he smooths hands up his hips. he lingers, eyes looking over his face, meeting his eventually. ]

Clothes off. You mind?

[bodyoftheseus]

[ v'd worn his usual jeans and a t-shirt with his leather coat pulled over it just because he knew he'd have to walk back to his car sometime later. if this were a private residence, if he could have access to a garage, he wouldn't have bothered to wear more than sweats and his coat.

he followed roman without any resistance, not even really bothering to look around the apartment as much as he just considered what he wanted out of this. he knew this would rob him of his night's sleep but maybe he'd just grown so used to another body being in bed with him that he just wanted to feel that. he wasn't sure. his gaze fell over the room and its contents - it maybe mirrored his room a little more than he would admit, though it was free of the cats that liked to lurk just out of plain sight. his eyes came up to meet roman's. ]

Not at all. [ it's pretty unceremonious when he takes his shirt off, dropping it to the floor, then his jeans. he hesitated as his own hands found his hips and hooked into the waist of his own boxer briefs but he pushed through it and stepped out of them. ]

You an on or under the sheets kinda guy?

[pararomantic]

[ roman isn't one to stand idle, so he takes v's clothes as he goes. when the hesitance hits the waistband, roman just nudges him, lets his own fingers slip down to fearlessly to assure him of something invisible, tracing his touch over his knuckles before picking up the rest of his clothes and tossing them on the chair.

when v steps out of his boxer briefs, roman offers an appreciative look. ]

Under the sheets—it's freezing.

[ he's stripping too, even after saying that, pulling his sweatshirt up over his head and revealing the litany of bite marks scarring here and there, a razed mark along his back that's old, two thin scars beneath his pectorals that are stretched, but faded. the boxer briefs go off next, shameless, before he moves to the bed and immediately slinks under the sheets.

he wonders if he's made a mistake, if v doesn't really want to be here. he holds out his hand anyways. ]

Come here and get comfortable with me.

[ he reaches for him, to pull him in under the thick duvet, fingers spread outwards, eyes focused on his for a brief second. ]

[bodyoftheseus]

[ the reassuring touch, the look roman gave him on seeing his bare form - appreciative - was a relief. there was always that creeping fear in the back of v's head that it would be something else, something negative. he had no reason for that fear in recent years but sometimes certain kinds of trauma cut deep and to the bone, taking root and festering there for the rest of time.

he was flawless, though - not a single scar marred his body, muscles of a man with a rough life relaxed beneath his skin. all that was there were the tattoos that roman had already seen on his torso and arms, as well as the tattoo on his right leg that would have been as new as the rest of his lower half.

roman's body told a much more interesting story, as far as v was concerned. each scar with something behind it and he couldn't keep his mind from wondering what the hell kind of story roman had with what all he saw before he slid into comfort. v was already following as roman reached for him, his fingers lacing with roman's without a thought as he allowed himself to be pulled in.

v didn't notice if the sheets were cold when he was pulled in - he was always so warm to the touch because he was a ruby. ]

Can't say I ever been called just to keep company.

[ he let the backs of his fingers of the hand roman had grabbed trace along roman's jaw. there was a fondness there that toed the line of affection but it wasn't quite there yet. v wasn't sure where this was going to go right now but he found himself wanting to steal a kiss from roman: something small and tired and gentle. he didn't act on this compulsion. he never gave himself what he wanted.

v let this faint touch linger for only a moment before he threaded the arm under roman and pulled roman close. his intent was for roman to rest his head on his chest or shoulder while he lay on his back, though that would be up to roman to do. whether he did or didn't v wrapped an arm around him and kept him close. he craved the feeling of roman's body against his more than he'd realized, though he sure did his best to act as if he wasn't desperate for human touch. his other arm rested idly on his stomach, woefully unoccupied. ]

[pararomantic]

[ unfortunately for v (or fortunately, maybe?) roman is as sapphire as they come, and february is the month that has him wrapped around its finger. the moment v pulls him in close to rest against him. his head goes down immediately, laying itself against the warmth emanating from v's chest while his arm wraps around his waist. the rest falls naturally, his leg sliding over v's and coming to rest there. ]

First time for everything, isn't there?

[ roman's not hard, but that's because he's tired. doesn't mean he can't lift his head and press a kiss to the swell of v's mouth, pushing them flush together. his hand rests against his chest, trailing the numerous tattoos along his skin. v holds him, and he wants v to hold him tighter. he strokes slowly at his skin, lets his touch trail up his neck, along his jaw.

when he pulls back, brief to take a soft breath— ] 'Sides, you're pretty good company. You answered my stupid questions.

[bodyoftheseus]

[ as roman settled against him (really, as his body found its fit with v's) v felt something in his chest ache dully. the last time he'd had this without sex preceding it was when he was young, just after he finished transitioning. he closed his eyes tightly for a moment to try to push the thought away and it was a relief to hear roman's voice cut through his thoughts.

roman's lips pulled him further away from the thought and more to the bed he was in, the man he was laying with. roman had pressed himself into v so much that he hardly knew where he ended and roman began, though that could have been the tired talking just as much as roman pressing them together. v's arm around roman's waist shifted so that v's forearm ran up along roman's lower back to hold them tightly together, each finger a point of pressure - easy to imagine his fingers shifting to dig nails into roman in another context, but there was no interest in that now.

his interest was in the soft touch roman had trailing up to his jaw, in a pout as roman's lips left his. ]

Not stupid, we all want somethin' unconditional.

[ he spoke in a tired murmur, his words maybe flirting with each other a little. he wanted the sentence out of his mouth so that he could steal a kiss from roman. sapphires may get needy in february but v was just selfish as his other arm wrapped around roman's shoulders, hand coming to rest at the base of his head, a light touch as his fingers played with his hair ]

[pararomantic]

Unconditional, huh?

[ roman laughs softly before he lets v take his mouth again. he presses a thigh between v's, settling in the valley of his body and enjoying the warmth that oozes off of him. each kiss is warm, a little wet, the lingering echo of heat with a hum at the tail end.

he holds v in turn, slides his palms up and down over him, truly mapping him under his touch as he lets his kisses rain down against his mouth, his jaw, his throat. the hand at the base of his head sends a thrill down his spine and he basks in it.

the sleeplessness doesn't go away immediately (that's not how it works, even if he wishes it was that simple) but god if v doesn't induce a needy warmth in him, blossoming low in his belly. it's beyond sex, which is weird because roman would normally always find himself deferring to a fuck as the fastest way to sleep. right now, all roman wants is to doze off instead to the comfortable sounds of v's body, the general weight of his presence.

he hooks his foot around his ankle softly.

he'll feel him if he leaves, he won't blame him, but he wants him to stay. ]

You're not wrong... [ he starts to rest his touch now against v's side, thumb along his ribs slowly. he smiles, this time earnest. ] But they were pretty dumb questions. You're lucky I'm not a centipede when I change.

[bodyoftheseus]

[ feeling roman's thigh press between his admittedly made v's pulse jump a little. it was nothing more than that and even that would soon abate soon. what little spark of arousal he found in that breath was replaced with comfort. the weight of roman on him, the feeling of roman's lips parting over his. he could feel roman's hands exploring him and learning each of his curves. there weren't many that bothered.

v could feel the neediness in roman and it made him try to pull roman closer somehow - the movement partially protective, partially longing. he spent so much time running from his emotions and the things he wanted (the things he needed, really) and pushing it all into sex and letting a partner use him however they may see fit (even if it were unhealthy) that this moment touched on something that v couldn't articulate. this space was usually reserved only for those he was closest to - his boyfriends, really - but roman found himself here now. v recognized this part of him that was beaten and starved. tonight he was only too glad to feed it.

he hated when roman pulled away again to speak, feeling his breath against him. the touch at his side is comforting, the thumb over his ribs perhaps making him shiver the tiniest amount. v returned roman's smile with a smile of his own: slight, but genuine, reaching to his eyes as v gently rubbed his ankle against roman's foot in silent reassurance. ]

Lucky and thankful but wouldn't be a deal-breaker. Lived here too long for that. [ his hand at the back of roman's head came around to gently cup roman's cheek, thumb stroking his cheek bone. ] What do you change into, if not a centipede?

[pararomantic]

A seal. [ he says it with the deadest of voices before a half-chuckles leaves him. he keeps it vague on purpose, instead of any hesitance, smiling on the tail-end.

enough of that.

v's touch is soft, and roman instinctively leans into it, pushes his cheek into his fingers and indulging in the slow stroke over his cheekbone. it feels good, and the sensation the synchrony carries is a slow trickle of delight, pushing in with a soft hum. he lifts a hand to rest over v's knuckles. he likes this tangle that they've made, doesn't want to leave. ]

I'll drop by and show you later in the month if you want... I'm really fluffy and everything.

[bodyoftheseus]

[ like so many other animals v wasn't completely sure what seals looked like exactly. he knew they were aquatic, generally somewhere up north, but he'd never actually seen one and he'd never thought to look up a picture.

v wished he wasn't so tired and that his friend wasn't causing him to relax even more - the feeling of roman's hand resting over his pulled him from the thought he had. there was a thick comfort in all of this that v never had the opportunity to know before noctium and even there nothing he'd had here quite met whatever the hell this was. (a mistake, his mind would probably supply in the morning.) ]

'D like that. [ he'd just like seeing roman, really. the transformation was neither here nor there - though a seal was probably infinitely better than a centipede. ] Even if you turned into a centipede on accident.

[ he leaned in and gently kissed the other corner of his mouth: a tender promise he planted in an automatic motion. he was too comfortable to consider it and regret it right now, the warmth and comfort of their synchrony muddling things. ]

[pararomantic]

[ roman closes his eyes, feels the soft press of v's mouth against the corner of his lips. he leans into it contentedly, truly growing a little heavier with sleepiness. this definitely has to be some sort of mistake because truthfully, roman didn't think v would show. it says a lot about a person, that you go from point a jokingly straight to point b.

he's glad for it. there's something so incredibly loyal about v, roman wants to reward it. steadfastness, much of the same. ]

Heh... I'd tickle the shit outta you with that many legs... mm...

[ his voice is soft as he tucks his face into v's neck, slowly strokes his thumb over the skin of his knuckles, the movement of it travels over each ridge and bump, tracing tendon where it might be, or mechanical divot. he treats it the same as he'd treat any hand, really, a reverent part of a person, something that says a lot by how it touches other things. ]

'Bout you? What do you turn into?