hughie krane

hugo "hughie" krane — 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱𝘀.

[dirtyxpawx]

— ghostface ii

let it be known that he was asked to wear a mask. clothing, however, had been optional.

[madefromstardvst]

no one chained me up tonight so there will be casualties

[trackandcapture]

for: wild brother @dirtyxpawx where: their cabin when: night time because it's the right time

he stalked into their common area, knowing full well that hughie was one of very few that would be able to find him no matter how hard he tried to go unnoticed. adrian had been hellbent on not being a burden, not becoming some fragile thing that needed watching over. his body, though? it said that recovery took time and that the hourglass still had sand spilling.

so his padding into the kitchen for water was more slow than silent, though it was both. he stared at the water in his glass for a second too long, then finally said, “feels like the only thing I've been lifting lately is this.”

[dirtyxpawx]

the usual messes in the kitchen had been gone for days. the cups left on sills, the dirty plates, and the stained spoons – all cleaned properly, stowed away. too uncharacteristic of hughie, but he had been wanting adrian to heal within a clean, tidy environment, so he had to up his roommate game. his sibling game, too. he just didn't know if adrian would appreciate the company. 

from where he stood, leaned against the countertop, hughie let out a low chuckle. “nah, you're going to be back and at it in no time, mate.” hopefully that sounded convincing, and not as apprehensive as he felt about the whole situation. “you're healing, right? feeling better?” an ask for reassurance. 

[samsonofapollo]

"I have tough skin," ironic considering who he was addressing, "you'll need a stronger bite." A high threshold as well, though, that he could enjoy that at all was something that Samson was coming to understand now later in life.

"Mary Shelley must be rolling in her grave right now... But yes, I do. I tend to rehearse at home, sometimes in the Amphitheatre when the weather's nice." Samson thought about Ronan, the son of Hephaestus had stuck around for a lesson before hitting the road. "I have a few pieces I've been working on."

[dirtyxpawx]

it was prey inviting the predator's teeth. hughie let out a low, almost imperceptible hum at the other's words, letting his lips be curled by his own delight. “but i have incredibly sharp teeth,” he murmured a beat later, words coarse at the edges – sharpened by the rows of canines he now boosted in a grin.  

the moment was soon diffused, thankfully, because hughie could feel himself growing excitable otherwise. and if that happened, in this very public setting, it would be – well, it would be a heck lot of fun, but he let his mind glaze over that fact, instead choosing to instead chuckle at the other. “would love to hear it sometimes, mate. think i'd be more entertained being sang to, rather than being read to. i'm more of visual and, uh, – auditory? that the right word? – bloke."  

[creatlcn]

"yeah? what about it?" the tough guy act didn't last for long not when so much hot water was calling his name. he slid in, practiced in not disturbing the surface too terribly, outside of what tension was broken by the spring itself.

"not shy at all, bro." as he settled back against the side, arms stretching out along the rim. bare in the water, all warm skin and dark tattoos over his side, down each of his wrists. "guess we got guys rollin all the time now, huh?"

[dirtyxpawx]

“seen a bloody lot of strange things since i got here. first time with branches.” hughie was practically in for a surprise every day. yesterday: the fact that pegasi could traverse through places within a magically short amount of time. today: moving, magical branches from an … attractive young man.

his eyes glided over the other's arms with a hint of appreciation, before hughie raised his brows at the comment. “rolling as in?" he mimicked the other's pose, raising heavy, musclebound arms to rest them upon the bath's edge. “got a lot of guys with a lot of different hobbies here. what's yours, mate?” 

[samsonofapollo]

Perhaps just as, if not more, interested in the bony protrusions, Samson eyed the reflex quietly and made note of any encumbrance, but saw nothing but the docile movements of a man who was half chipper and half violence with little more than that crooked mouth dividing them.

As for the water, that was...

Not as bad as Samson thought it'd be. Though as Hughie folded his arms upon the lip of the natural tub, Samson crossed his arms in front of his chest, feeling seen by that pair of reptilian eyes. It wasn't that he was opposed more so as just... self-conscious: he didn't really think he had what a lot of the rest of the team did, attractiveness in spades. "I think I'd remember feeling those." Amused, he sank a little into the water - to the chin at least as he felt the rough pass of the spring at his back. "Blessed and making the most of the downtime," Samson responded in earnest, "being honest though, most of the guys I've hooked up with in the past never really paid me any mind afterward." Which, wasn't to say he was complaining, "So whenever you say my name it throws me off a bit, it's not a bad thing just... Suddenly wishing I'd brought that book, now would be the perfect time for a bit of light reading."

[dirtyxpawx]

the more his eyes lingered upon the other, the more his latent hunger became something active, awakened, a nocturnal creature crawling up onto land for a hunt. after another second or so, hughie peeled them away, focusing instead on the curl of steam before him – an attempt at restraint.

“surprised i didn't leave any marks on you. maybe next time, eh?” now he was dropping a hint. then, at the other's next words, the older man scoffed. “hard to believe. you're not exactly easy to forget, mate. fuckin' holding my neck and makin' me finger you …" his lips curved into a grin at the recollection, all teeth. hughie was glad for the subject change the other provided, because if they remained on this track … his hunger would fully get on all fours and start its hunt. “don't you play music?” he faintly remembered that tidbit of the other. “i think i'd like to hear you play more than i'd like to hear you read. no offense on ‘frankenstein’, though.” 

[samsonofapollo]

All those teeth, lined in a face he might have passed a hundred times back home. Pushing back into him, pulling back in tandem. Samson hadn't expected reciprocation, or to respond the way his body was responding to the salacious mouth of the man who'd been biting into alien eggs not the day before. "That mean you're going to show me -" Samson managed, panting around his own release, his hand traveled, from nape to chest - squeezing, sliding, digging in at Hughie's neck. "how deep you can go - ?"

It built and built before finally snapping like a rope pulled too taut, "Gah-" Samson gasped, erupting over his clenched fist before Hughie wrapped himself around him immediately. The pulse, wet, velvety feel of Hughie's lips was only slightly overshadowed by the nerves that fired from base to crown - finding it impossible to fully enjoy one when it was pushing him so far over the edge.

Pulsing hot and white, spilling from the crown of his cock into that pert, wet, set of lips while Hughie hungrily - greedily - swallowed Samson down. Warm ribbons fired off as Samson felt his torso tense, his upper body contracting alongside the knuckles straining at the back of Hughie's head - feeling skin breaking at the nape. Shallow thrusts to coat the other's tongue as the soft, mewling sound of Samson whimpering around his own completion fell from his lips in tandem with ragged breaths. More sweat than skin at this point, crammed into a shed in the pitch of summer, Samson felt every mote of heat as it brushed past his burning frame - but he only had one thought - and he acted on it immediately.

Those eyes - Samson had yet to look into the green of them and not feel the weight of appetite. He didn't have much to liken it to, but it fed the desire to feed - to sustain - to feel needed. Watching the white dribble down the corner of Hughie's mouth, feeling the warm pool that spilled over his shaft - Samson surged forward - pulling the other in once again by the nape of the neck to drown himself in the son of Artemis.

Tasting himself on his tongue, his lips, sighing into him openly and wanting - swallowing what he'd earned while pulling Hughie in closer and closer still. Samson slid the other's hard cock along his cleft, pressing against the wanting absence that Hughie left behind. Sweat to sweat, skin to skin, heat chasing heat. Samson tipped his head back - only half aware Hughie's lip was between his teeth during the motion, bolder in the post, Samson asked, "How'd I taste?"

[dirtyxpawx]

the taste, now memorized by the meat of his tongue, was of sweetness. he imagined it to be daylight turned liquid, musk and honey, and it was savored well, enough for his appetite to be partially sated. yet as samson lunged at him, all hands and lips, hughie felt it flare again, hunger clawing through him the way his hands clawed onto the other's shimmering body, their mouths exchanging tastes. 

sweat mingled together, both his and the other's, heating up the shed to degrees unimaginable. his skin longed for a shower but his body … cockhead now sliding up and down the other's loosened rim … yearned for more sunlight, for radiance, spilling over. hughie's first response to samson was a low growl, rumbling in his throat. he ran his tongue over his lower lip again and tasted metal, rust like pennies. 

“like light,” hughie replied breathlessly. “sweet. grassy.” his hips rolled, pushing his tip further up against that hole. “mhmm, no. we have to stop here for today." words meant for himself, a mantra of restraint before things escalated even further. 

[creatlcn]

the big man jolted. so, naturally, luka jolted.

briefly, gator-scale was met with woven and barbed branches, threading like bared musculature over his build. heaving with his breathing as he tried to calm down, until he'd dismiss the effect.

"uh, yeah, bro." as the towel went back to his shoulder. he'd left his shorts nearby, figuring it was as free for all as everywhere else, not a stitch on either of them otherwise. "totally." as he started to move towards the water. "isn't it, like, not safe to sleep in hot water?"

[dirtyxpawx]

hughie's brows furrowed at the display. “are they … branches?” he asked, more perplexed than curious, unaware of the change upon his own physique: the crocodilian armor now lining his back, seen when he turned his back towards the other to begin wading back into deeper waters.

“as safe as sleeping anywhere else in the wild.” hughie let loose a chuckle. “don't be shy, mate. it's open for everyone and i won't bite.” he turned to shoot a grin before his shoulder, all canines and sharp teeth, as if to say unless you're into it. 

[samsonofapollo]

Sulfur was supposed to be good for you, there was a wealth of reasons for why hot springs were beneficial for the body but they always seemed so - well. Samson heard Hughie snoring before he saw him and while the thought had been there to let him sleep, he liked the idea that if he was to occupy the same spring as someone, it'd be someone he knew.

With an eep, Samson jolted a bit as Hughie lunged out of the water - all violent green eyes and - Samson swallowed. There was a lot of man to look at and a lot of places for Samson's eyes to wander to, following the trail of water as it slid down his thick frame to his thick -

"These are new." Samson squeaked, clearing his throat before he touched some of the scales on Hughie's shoulder. Skylar had a similar armament from scales of his own, though Samson suspected that both appeared for different reasons. "Well, new from the last time I saw you." Slipping out of the loose shirt he'd worn, Samson went to step into the water when he got a very bold idea and - without overthinking it - slipped the trunks down over his frame and then went into the... person soup.

[dirtyxpawx]

hughie looked down at his shoulder and let out a huh. those weren't bulging out of his skin when sleep claimed him. reaching back to smooth a hand over them, he felt the bony scales with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. “bloody hell …” he rolled the shoulder. no major restrictions on movement. in fact, the armor did not even register as an exoskeleton to his body, light as air. 

but he could feel the heat of the spring through them, warming the bony hollows within. the heat seemed to rise a little when hughie turned and saw a glimpse of samson's naked body, seconds before the water obscured it. “we were pretty occupied the last time we saw each other,” hughie barked back, grinning. in the comforting presence of the sun-child, he once again trellised his massive arms upon the stony rim of the bath, easing quickly. “how have you been, sammy?” reptilian eyes openly roved down the other's body - or at least, the parts he could see. 

[samsonofapollo]

Thick. Everything about Hughie was though. While the other laughed deeply, Samson's was lighter - more restrained - genuine mirth echoed back at Hughie but with the added muddling of being as horny as he was with his body attempting to make room for Hughie. "You have no idea." Long time felt like it was putting it lightly, Samson was so hungry to be touched - to be seen - that in the moment he couldn't feel anything but where rough skin padded against his own. Cock held tight in his grip as Samson worked it over in deft repetition.

Samson's eyes followed the trail of Hughie's tongue, watched it pass over his lips and felt the flush deepen. That warm, wet muscle - it was strange that Samson would be envious of it - because it was hard not to look at Hughie's mouth and allow his mind to wander. Samson's throat felt dry, sandpapery as a trickle of sensation crept up his spine and bloomed at the crown of his head.

Bearing down on just one, Samson felt the probing slip of a second digit and the sharp burn as his body worked to accommodate. Stretching around worn, rough hands that had been digging into the back of Samson's head only minutes ago - now were buried against nerves, wrapped in his heatbound flesh as the son of Apollo tried to pull him impossibly deeper and further in. Rocking his hips into Hughie's hand, even as the son of Artemis moved, Samson fucked himself against him - fingers digging into the back of Hughie's neck.

Blue eyes looked earnestly up at the deep-set hues of the Artemisian, warm and... not comforting. Dangerous was the more apt word, and for whatever reason Samson found himself reveling in it. "I'm getting-" Samson swallowed, arm beating faster as his whole body flexed, the hard, toned musculature of the healer's frame contracting around every furious motion - Samson's head hitting the back of the shed hard. It coiled in his gut before a shudder rippled from Samson's core and bloomed outward, "Hughie-"

[dirtyxpawx]

he let himself be drawn closer by the nape of his neck, held onto as samson was unmoored. rocking wildly into hughie's fingers, each movement met by his own curl and push, he coaxed the heat out of the other in moans and shivers. “if you like this, you're gonna love my tongue, boy,” drawled filthily, through a grin too full of teeth. for a moment, the hunger was burning within him, making him all but salivate. 

and yet he reeled it back. this was about samson's pleasure, at the other's own pace. the son of apollo set the rhythm, moving in deft rolls and hughie was glad to help with that, too. calloused fingers all but spread samson open, working that sensitive hole, all as he watched in rapt attention at the other's display of pleasure. the thing that hughie found there, carved across samson's face and pumping through the fist around his cock, was a hunger akin to his own. 

growling deeply, hughie leaned forward, pressing forehead to forehead with the other, and buried his digits to the knuckles. then he pumped them in and out, all renewed vigor, mimicking the ferocity of a hard cock. of his own cock, hard again and pressed up to the other's rear. samson's body writhed, flexed, arched off the ground. “yeah, sammy–” deep, howling, and oh so encouraging, “c'mon, baby, let it all out.”

heat bloomed like a shattered furnace, but only for a second before hughie's lips closed around the other's cockhead. spurt after salty spurt, he drank in, let flood his mouth, the taste of samson burning down his throat – until it bobbed, swallowing almost all of the released load. hughie drew his mouth back with a gasp, the remnants of the other's seed spilling all over the son of apollo's base. chartreuse-green eyes held samson's as he ran a tongue over his lower, white-slick lip. 

[dirtyxpawx]

location: hot springs open: to everyone!

somehow, hughie had fallen asleep in the hot springs. head resting against the stony rim of a bath, hair damp from steam, the son of artemis all but snored lightly as he soaked in the warm waters that lapped at his bare, barrel-thick body. but in his slumber, changes had occurred to the other's skin. peeking from his shoulder-pads were ridges of hardened, emerald-green skin that resembled that of a crocodile's, scales that had unknowingly manifested as the water held him in its warmth.

but at the slightest movement nearby, hughie awoke with a jolt. lunging from the waters, rivulets of it cascading down his naked body, chartreuse-green eyes glowered at the intruder before he blinked – and the eyes were a pair of browns again, all of their previous aggression vanished. “sorry, mate,” hughie laughed. “think i was having a bit of a bad dream.” 

[lovelorngus]

"you help keep her fed, I'll keep helping feed the camp and you." a shrug of one shoulder, the other still keeping him carefully resting against Cardamom's side. if there wasn't a chance chili and cinnamon would take off or get... caught up in somebodies training, the birds would be with him too. the questioning look was met with a a brief raise of a brow, before the question actually came.

"Aphrodite." a simple answer, one he was at least far more comfortable offering than when he'd first arrived at the camp. he still didn't truly get how they were connected himself, but... he'd get there. maybe. "gustave bastien, but mostly just go by gus. I was the one largely just sticking in the middle of the group." and then came the question that earned a chuckle before he could help it, and a gentle press of his palm to Cardamom's scales. "she'd be offended if you didn't, now you've thrown it out. and I assume she's saving me for a snack down the line."

a pointed shift of that huge frame in answer, head turning toward the son of artemis and staring with almost viridescent eyes.

[dirtyxpawx]

“hm, you cook?” hughie asked, reaching a hand out to smooth it gingerly down the iridescent scales of the serpent. the ridges juxtaposed with the overall smoothness of the skin, a texture that transported him back to days spent under the hot sun, searching for cobras at his neck of the woods. a childhood in rural australia was a sun-hazy thing, full of endless adventure. 

at aphrodite, the older male perked up with a grin. “the love goddess? bloody hell, mate.” he looked at gustave through this new lens – son of the goddess of beauty. “you can make others fall in love with you or what?” hughie wondered out loud. “the only thing i inherited from my mum is apparently a mean overbite. oh, and crocodile teeth. what about you?" 

[crxshxngwxvxs]

Skylar had just come in for a snack. Most of the time he ate in his cabin. he never had to cook before so he wasn't the best about it so he was not good at but he was having fun learning how too. This last meal however did not come as well as he hoped to chips is was. "Oh i have no idea but im sure someone who works in the kitchen would know." He stopped to look around the the place the food served was nice. He had just never thought about where it came from. "maybe there was one guy loud kinda looked like you that liked to hunt. Think he ran off to live in the woods."

[dirtyxpawx]

oh yeah, one look at the other and he seemed to be a bad choice for hughie to have asked. “you one of us, mate?” he asked, brows furrowed a little and perhaps slightly conscious of his own age, enough to instinctively run his fingers across the stubble around his chin. 

“woods look crazy to live in. a lot of weird shit there, like … a lot.” animals that chirped and spoke, mostly. “i miss fuckin' burgers, actually. unhealthy, processed meat and a whole lot of store-bought mayo.” he licked his lips at the mere thought, stomach rumbling. 

[gildedhex]

as the image in hughie's mind shifts, kovi can't help but laugh at what he sees. it's probably some sort of scary monster they'll have to end up fighting in the future. pulling his own thoughts from hughie's mind, he reaches for some cheese and pops it into his mouth. "that's one way to live. saying what's on my mind would get me in too much trouble."

this time, he takes a bite of a peach that was on his plate. the juices flow down the sides of his mouth and he uses the back of his hand to wipe them away. "i'm working on the control. sometimes, shit happens."

[dirtyxpawx]

“like?” hughie pressed further, raising a brow. “give me the gnarliest details.” the following smile – all teeth and thrill – invited it. some part of hughie had always been a firestarter, a daredevil, chasing beasts in the land down under. add supernatural creatures to the list and – well, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't dreaming about the mythological animals he could hunt. 

“during that alien fight, you were pretty, uhhh. magical?” was that the correct word? “all jean grey shit. i had crocodile teeth and that was it.” 

[samsonofapollo]

Warm, salty, and sensitive - Samson relished the softening weight in his mouth - arm moving in quick succession as he looked up along the hard length of the other's frame. Simplicity was allowing the moment to be what it was, though the moment Hughie started shedding his clothes - confusion struck Samson before he realized that the other was intent on assisting.

And Samson was still a man like any other, rising only to take a step back, bumping into the table and leaning against it - fingers trailing across Hughie's chest - tracing scars he was too hesitant to touch. He drew them along the side of the other's face, against his temple, across his scalp, and then settled behind his ears. Light, brushing, a playful scratch and attempt at contact as Samson's other hand stayed busy with his cock.

Cognizant about what was happening only once Hughie knelt down, Samson's eyes went wide, his mouth opening to protest despite the fact that his body had already moved: sat, spread, leaned. "You really don't have to- oh-" To say it had been a long time was putting it mildly, at least compared to some in his demographic, so the first knee-jerk sensation was the burn of intrusion as his body tensed around the meaty finger. Nothing about Hughie was mild or restrained, thick worn hands, a body battered by Gods knew what. Samson breathed, just as instructed - loosening into the sensation as a spark ran up his spine in tandem with Hughie's curled finger.

Words were never in short supply with Samson, he often said too much and most of it turned out to be the wrong thing - or things that people didn't care to hear. For once it felt good to have little to say - sighing through his parted lips as his head tilted back and tipped against the shed wall. "Oh wow." A hand curled around the corner of the table, bracing himself as the other continued to work himself over, looking down at Hughie - looking at everything that bare, muscular body knelt in practical supplication could yield - Samson wouldn't last. He swallowed, watching Hughie through half-lidded eyes, "Right there."

[dirtyxpawx]

the pulse of a prey animal often jackrabbited. and as always, it beat faster than the predator's, pumping blood to all places for the sacred act of survival. the question of whether samson will survive his hunger, or whether he can be fully satiated, was indeed at the back of hughie's head – but the physical question of how samson will feel if his finger delves deeper, further, towards the heat? it took precedence above everything else. 

velvet-warmth encased his questing digit that curled and coaxed, teasing the tightness clamped around it. hughie laughed out deep, playful: “damn, mate, been a long time, huh?” he could feel it. the clench, the heat, and the tension of a body longing for release, like a musical instrument that hadn't felt fingers upon it in a long stretch of time, yearning to break into a refrain. lilting was the sigh escaping from samson's lips, and reverent was the look within his eyes, begging for worship. 

hughie licked his lips, now wet from hunger. he could feel spit gathering in a pool at the back of his throat, wanting more. in this light and angle, the crooked entirety of samson – soft and supple, body propped up against the leg of a table – looked like a meal arranged for feasting. and the heat around his finger all but intensified this want. 

but there may be a step too soon.

so instead, hughie looked down at the point where his finger connected to the other's rim and introduced a second digit, pushing it past the rosebud edge. the added resistance made a groan leave his lips, mixing with the warmth of the shed. “fuck,” a low and raspy growl. then an excited curl of the two fingers, digging deeper as if to seek the sweetness he felt was hidden within the other, a honeypot to be unlocked. the movements of the digits became rhythmic, a push and pull, a steady in and out. “tell me when you come,” hughie instructed in a husky drawl, the words almost muffled by breath. “i wanna taste it, yeah?” there were a few things he wanted to taste now. 

[trackandcapture]

adrian grunted low at the title. baby brother. he wasn't sure which part of that had rubbed his figurative fur in the wrong direction, and was even less sure if he wanted to examine it in detail. not that he ever did want to look too deeply at anything. "a wildlife photographer." he answered while pointing at a few of the new additions to the walls. it was his own work, some of his favorites. "being around them has always been a part of me, I guess."

[dirtyxpawx]

hughie’s brow rose in a half-huh, half-appreciative gesture as he followed the other’s finger to the walls. “damn, guess our love for animals is, uh, a blood thing. well, less love and more respect for me. worked as a hunter all over australia.” he laughed and held up the underside of his left arm to showcase an expanse of knotted flesh, old scars - battle wounds. or rather, bite marks. 

“ya miss it? being a normal bloke? working a somewhat normal fuckin’ job?”

[gildedhex]

it's rare that someone wants him to get in their head. even rarer when someone was put under mind control. maybe hughie is a different type of demigod, maybe he views these things as nothing more than an every day occurence. it's refreshing, if anything.

kovider locks eyes with him for a moment. there's a faint shimmer over his irises, iridescent, a near translucent glow. "you're thinking of a koala." he says it matter-of-factly, without a reason to debate it. "more like picturing it, but it's still a thought. quite cute." he takes another bite of his food. "you can keep me out, don't worry. i don't make it a habit of just getting into anyone's mind without permission. it happens, sometimes, but less and less these days."

[dirtyxpawx]

as kovider peers in, hughie grins and mutates his mental picture of the koala: more hands, more eyes, more fangs. hopefully the other caught a glimpse of that, too. laughing, the son of artemis turned back towards his lunch. “nah, i don’t have anything to hide. if it’s in my head, i’ll probably say it too, mate - i don’t give much of a shag about it.” with hughie, what you saw was what you got. no pretense, no veneer. his authenticity had always been worn proudly, like a cloak of honor. 

“is it something you can control?” he cocked a brow. “my crocodile thing - haven’t got a clue on how to activate it. happens all naturally.”