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RESIDENCE ✦ Emerald District, alone w/2 cats
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby
It's V; you know what to do.

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[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?

[bodyoftheseus]

[ there was a brief second where v's expression was very serious - he was actually pretty ticklish and the thought roman somehow just called him out made him freeze - but it melted back into a tired smile, amused at the thought. he was probably right - with that many legs he'd probably be pretty worthless against roman and all the tickling that would ensue. ]

Well, thank Malachite that's not in the cards then, heh.

[ oh, oh, oh... he hadn't expected roman to tuck his face there, breath tickling his neck and making a slight shiver run down his spine. roman was so warm and he felt that warmth from the bloom of roman's breath to the tips of his toes but mostly it collected in his chest and it made him feel light. the gentle touch of his thumb over his hand was surprisingly comforting. there was only one other person who had ever touched him this way but finding a human that did... ]

A wolf. Big one.

[ he wasn't gonna talk about the ears or the tail or the fur. he was, however, going to turn his head so that it gently rested against roman's. ]

[pararomantic]

[ wow that's! not fair! why do people get to be cool and he is

a seal??????

regardless, he is still very much falling asleep, hardly fighting it at this point as he stifles a yawn in v's neck and truly feels the heaviness of his eyes close. ]

Wanna see that... for sure.

[ it's rare that roman finds comfort in sleeping with other people, but this place has twisted him up in knots, and it doesn't help that the sapphire embedded in the hollow of his throat practically throbs for intimacy and touch at every turn. v is someone he knows he can trust to have his back, and he hopes that maybe the feeling can somewhere down the line be mutual. he pulls his hand closer, to finally cradle v's knuckles against his chest, his fingers sliding between them slowly to interlace their fingers. his own heartbeat is slow, steady, but there's synchrony here, quiet, hesitant intimacy as roman feels himself slipping just a bit more.

he hikes up the blankets a little more, some for v, some for himself.

it's soft, barely there then, his voice, an afterthought but also a demand in some way: ]

Sleep with me... okay?

yeah we gucci to end this <3

[bodyoftheseus]

[ at the point that roman yawned into his neck he let his head gently rest against roman's. the motion soft and simply meant to close what space was left between them.

he rarely stayed the night, it was rarer still that he was this close to someone when he did. this was something that was usually reserved for an actual partner but v couldn't deny their chemistry and it might have been that noctium was making him go a little soft. he was trying to trust a bit more, trying to find it in him to let himself have things he wanted. his head kept trying to make this some transaction - since he'd done this now roman would owe him and be there for him later - but the truth was that v was here because he wanted to be; he just wanted to feel someone close. he hadn't expected this close.

he liked it.

the synchrony offered as much despite v's own hesitation and wariness. he was afraid to let this go too far and end up losing it but he also knew that he had to let people in eventually. maybe letting roman hold his hand close to his chest was a good start to that as they drifted in the darkness together, lost in each others' warmth. v couldn't bring himself to speak especially when he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, not really, not the kind that brought dreams - but maybe that was better. all of his dreams were nightmares in one form or another.

he did, at least, allow roman's soft, slow breathing lull him into a very light sleep that was as fragile as this moment they shared. the last thought v had before he slipped into darkness was that he hoped he could have this again in the future. ]