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Lyle Than - Syren - 26 65Soul Points: 500

[lyle-than]

thedeepseaoceanly‌:

“Do you really?“

She licks the tip of her finger and circles it on the champagne flute, dragging out a pitched thrum of resonance as she points out, “Maybe if you taught me anything instead of bullying me.“ It’s petulant. Honest–and she wouldn’t have shared it without the liquor that makes her face hot and tongue slightly loose.

“Do you really care to learn about my friends, Lyle Than?“ It’s a genuine question. He’s mostly cold, so she’s uncertain how to handle this spark of interest. 

“Bullying you-” Lyle cuts off with a scowl, not wanting to attract the attention of an outburst, and glancing around them quickly anyways. “What is there to teach?” He leans closer to ask, whispering so his voice doesn’t carry. “Any tadpole should know what’s dangerous about being on land.”

“Do your friends know what you are?”

[lyle-than]

killedwoes‌:

once he was set free with lyle’s hand stretched outward, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. the woes and worries of their previous conversation melted away. instead of vigor, he was met with an intense need to please. he wanted to be everything lyle wanted. so, he did as he was told and sat at the edge of the bed. his eyes were drawn to him, watching him pace around the room like a cat.

spitting in his hand, he peeled his hair back from his forehead and focused on stroking himself while lyle talked. a whimper and twitch echoed in him as he tried to concentrate on the words. ‘please, please fuck me.’ luci begged, hanging on every breath that lyle released. his eyes drew up, wide and needy. he glanced aside to the nightstand. ‘the lube’s in the stand.’ he eagerly scooted further up the bed, on his knees as he hovered over lyle’s lips. he grazed them, soft and sweet. once he pressed their lips together, there was a fondness that bubbled in his chest for him.

this was a new memory. this was a new moment. he had to treasure it.

Captivated by him, Lyle watched Luciano with dark eyes, following the movement of his hand with hunger in his expression. He met the kiss softly, pouring his own need against his lips, until Luci pulled back. Leaning away, Lyle reached over the bed to open the drawer in the table beside, and quickly came back with his prize. Then, he descended on him again, wrapping a hand around the back of Luci’s neck to hold him in place for a kiss, teeth catching his bottom lip as he swept his tongue into his mouth. The lube fell from his hand onto the bed between them, as Lyle let his touch explore, fingers skimming across the planes of Luci’s chest, and down his stomach, to wrap around his dick again, stroking him slowly.

Breaking the kiss on a sigh, his lips made a path down the length of his throat with tongue and teeth. As he continued to descend, Lyle lay his hand flat on Luci’s chest, and pushed him backwards on the bed. He kissed all the way down to his thighs, before taking his cock into his mouth, sinking down until his lips hit the ring of his hand, tongue rolling over  the head. 

[lyle-than]

leexfelix‌:

“It’s too fucking cold.“ Felix’s voice dims, fading into a quiet hush of breath as Lyle cages him in. “Fix it.”

And he’s so appeased by the warmth of Lyle’s body that he doesn’t even mind having to tip his head back slightly to meet the man’s eyes. Lyle kisses him. From the handful of casual fucks they’ve shared Felix expects it, that demand for sweet intimacy but Lyle has the wrong guy.

Felix sinks his nails into the back of Lyle’s neck and scratches up (that’ll leave a mark), fingers tangling in the man’s short black hair and getting a good grip before he turns the kiss all teeth, all tongue, grinding their hips together in slow swivels before he shifts back, licking the swollen purse of his own lips.

“Want to use me in my own house?“ He turns his head to suck on the thumb that was skirting over his cheek, sinking his teeth in before letting the finger slide free with a POP. “Can’t drive right now though.” He kisses Lyle’s ear. “Guess you’re driving.”

“I’ll do what I can,” he mummers. Nails scrape up his neck, and Lyle hisses against Felix’s lips, the kiss rough and unyielding. Felix won’t play his game anymore. He doesn’t allow the unhurried sweetness that Lyle craves, and his softest touch is followed by teeth. They’ve never been a perfect fit, but Lyle doesn’t mind the contest for control, and though Felix has never let it go easily, he can’t turn his back to a challenge either. 

Felix, lips already swollen and spit slicked, breaks their kiss, but Lyle’s reply is derailed as they close over his thumb. “Fuck me. Yes, I do,” he groans, lifting into a hiss of pain with Felix’s teeth. If Felix wants it to be a battle, Lyle can play that game. “Guess I am,” he says, wrapping a hand around the back of Felix’s neck, pulling him away from the car as he stepped back. He didn’t drop the touch, instead letting his hand skim down the line of Felix’s spine, landing over the small of his back, and sat there to guide him towards the car. He only parted when he had to circle around to get into the driver’s seat, touch lifting up and lingering again over the back of Felix’s neck, as he pushed him towards the car. “Get in. I’ll take you home.” 

[lyle-than]

killedwoes‌:

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. he couldn’t focus. he was barely able to speak as he felt the smooth glide of lyle’s hands rest on his ass. his bottom lip twitched, slowly enveloping between his teeth as he stared up at the man. ‘  uhm, fuck – you blew every thought in my brain out.  ’  he chuckled, shifting his hips to softly grind against his. ‘  i like staying out of control. the more out of my head, the better. uhm, i really like having my hands pinned too. anything you don’t mind testing. i can just say stop if i’m not into it.  ’ 

Lyle found himself nodding, swallowing around a dry throat to try and speak. “That works for me,” he said, “I like to be the one in control.”

Hand over Luci’s jaw, Lyle leaned down again to kiss him, hungry now and too impatient. “Strip, and get on the bed,” he said against his lips, pushing him away with the same hand that had pulled him in for a kiss.

Watching Luci do the same, Lyle undressed, letting his clothes fall together in a pile for him to pick up later. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked, following him onto the bed, and kneeling at the edge.

[lyle-than]

&&.CHARACTER AESTHETIC

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[lyle-than]

thedeepseaoceanly‌:

Lyle Than. 

She remains quiet. Poised–if not slightly flushed (especially on her cheeks) from too much sangria. And it’s instinct to take the defensive with him. The other syren has a habit of  being a bit too sharp, his words cutting in his judgement of her capabilities of navigating land, it’s culture, and it’s creatures. But she’s tipsy, and Maya is a pleasant drunk. So she flips her hair, unfazed, and her laughter chimes into air. 

“I have many local friends. I’m invited to many things.“ She takes another sip of sangria. “I’m surprised you’re here.”

She’s surprised to see him, but the sentiment had been mutual. At least she doesn’t tell him to fuck off, and Lyle takes that as the sign to stick around. When she even laughs, Lyle has wonder if she’s had as much to drink as him. Seems dangerous for this kind of party, though Lyle doesn’t bother to extend the same standards to himself.

“You know I’ve lived in the area for like...shit, nearly a decade now. I know my way around,” he said, “what kind of friends are you meeting that they’re inviting you out to this kind of party?”

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killedwoes‌:

𝐋𝐘𝐋𝐄'𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. he could feel the quake in his heart with each needy kiss that parted them. he knew this was just a distraction. he hated that he cheated on riley through these little distractions. he should be better. he should remain faithful to the only woman that ever loved him for who he was. but he didn’t. he remained a fiend to his emotions, fingers tangled into the man’s hair as he sunk further into the kiss. he didn’t want to move, but it was a good idea. ‘  right.  ’  luci sighed out, brushing a hand loosely through his hair. he tangled his hand with lyle’s and pulled him along. they ventured through the house in the dark and tangled mess. 

a laugh left his lips as his back met against the door. his hand smoothed over the soft skin of the man before him. his fingers dragged along his waistband, tugging down softly as he mouthed a soft apology over his lips. ‘  i’m glad you stayed.  ’  luci smiled over his lips, tilting his head forward as the world eclipsed between the meet of their lips. 

Luci muttered an agreement, but lingered in the kiss. Lyle was in no hurry in particular. It was fine for him to that they stay close, almost regretted his suggestion to move when Luci stood, and finally put distance between them. Lyle let himself be pulled along willingly, slowing the trip with fingers dipped into Luci’s waistband, lips hot over the back of his neck. The laugh he got for pinning him against the door, drew a smile that was pressed to Luci’s lips.

The kiss swallowed any response he would have had to give. Lyle preferred it. An arm curling around Luci’s waist so he wouldn’t stumble back, the reached for the handle for the door to push it open, and backed him into the room without abandoning the kiss, pushing it shut behind them. Finally breaking away for air, he smoothed his hands along Luci’s back, down to cup his ass and pull his hips closer. “What are you into?” Lyle asked in a low voice, scrapping his teeth across his pulse.

[lyle-than]

leexfelix‌:

Lyle’s got big hands. Strong fingers too. And Felix likes the way they feel tucked into his jeans, curled tight just to get a good grip of his ass, hips slotting so Felix gets a little friction as he shifts, breaths, and shifts again. And he’s aiming for cocky with his– “Yes, sir.” Flicking a quick, two fingered salute but his throat’s too tight. The words push out quiet with barely any air because he’s already half-hard and the bartender’s staring. He keeps it together somehow. Gets his palms on Lyle’s chest and he shoves back, stalks away, only stopping at the door to cock an eyebrow before ducking outside.

Fuck, it’s cold. Felix has a habit of tossing out the promise of warmth for more skin, so he’s dressed inappropriately for the weather, hands dragging over his arms to keep warm.

“You wanted out.“ He slouches back against an SUV parked illegally by the bar. “This work for you?“

Felix moves against him, a shift that makes Lyle’s hips lift in turn. It’s an act of will to let him go, exhaling soft as he pulls away, and quirking a grin to the salute Felix gives him before sliding away into the crowd.

The dance is over. They’d played by their rules, engaged without letting anything float spoken between them, and they both knew the game well enough by now. Lyle is sure he’s not the only one that Felix is playing it with, and Felix is certainly not Lyle’s only partner. They are nothing regular enough for that.

Lyle follows Felix outside without looking back. A few steps behind, but Felix hasn’t gone far, and is just shivering against a car outside, for Lyle this time to be the one to bracket him against it. He doesn’t feel the cold as strongly as humans he thinks, or run quite as hot, but he can still keep Felix warm, catching his lips again for a kiss that leaves him breathless when he finally pulls away to press their foreheads together. 

“Let me take you home,” he says, imploring for more from Felix than a messy fuck outside the club, raising a hand to trace a thumb over his cheek. “It’s cold out here.”

[lyle-than]

killedwoes‌:

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. He didn’t have to worry about this growing into anything else, despite the vulnerability in his actions. He was very open with himself, knowing how to weave through his own emotions and fully feel them. Lyle appreciated that. In fact, he encouraged it with his gentle caress. “Good.” He started. Little words he could work through. Little words boosted his confidence. His hand slowly pressed against his companion’s cheek, thumb smoothing over the glass-like skin. “Let’s start over then, yeah?” He asked, quiet as a mouse before he leaned forward to meet their lips. It was a tender kiss, pushed through the emotion he refused to waste. 

Lyle had been preparing himself to withdraw, and maybe try his luck again with the other man on another day. The thumb across his cheek caught Lyle’s breath in his chest for a heartbeat of a moment, before his shoulders dropped, sighing as he gentled to the touch. When Luci kissed him, Lyle leaned forward to meet him and closed his eyes into the soft glide of lips over his. There was more he could have pressed for, made sure that this wasn’t damage Luci in some unseen way, but it seemed beyond his responsibility. He barely knew the man, Lyle was sure he didn’t need a stranger to babysit his heart.

His hand found it’s way to the back of Luci’s neck as they kissed, lingering there to play with the short hairs when he broke away. “You said you lived with your brother- Want to move this?” Lyle asked, voice low, and stealing another quick kiss to punctuate the question. 

[lyle-than]

Who: @thedeepseaoceanly What: Lotus Night

For his misgivings, it was a spectacular party. The drinks flowed, and Lyle might have indulged more than he’d intended, but it was hard to keep track when the empties vanished just as quickly. Someone was paying catering well. It was a crowded room, but he’d run into enough familiar faces to be wary, and try and keep to himself. Maybe it was time make an exit before things got messy, in any number of ways.

Except, for some reason Maya wasn’t the face he expected to see across the bar. Lyle didn’t think it was the place for her to be, though seeing her laugh and turn away from someone, she doesn’t look uneasy. Maybe just stepping away to get a drink. Lyle tracks her to the bar anyways, sliding into a spot beside her, laying a hand on her arm. “Maya, I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, glancing quickly down at his own hand and then withdrawing. He’d maybe had more to drink than he thought. 

[lyle-than]

if you couldn’t be a syren anymore, but could be any other supernatural creature, what would you pick? or would you be mundane?

“I could probably be a vampire. They’re probably a lot easier to get along with when you’re one of the gang, and they do throw great parties.”

[lyle-than]

[lyle-than]

leexfelix‌:

Lyle knows how to shut him up–presses his mouth on Felix’s all slow and liquor slick that it gets Felix to swallow his own words. Inhale–and it’s Lyle’s breath down his throat, smothering his complaints so he uses his hands to speak instead. Both palms glide under Lyle’s shirt to press on bare skin, scratching blunt nails up Lyle’s side, then back down to grip that jut of hipbones as Felix turns his head and breaks the kiss.

This isn’t how he wants it.

Lyle gets off on the boyfriend fantasy, but Felix isn’t willing to play along.

“Maybe it’s your winning personality I’m after.” Lies. And he makes his point by dragging his knuckles down the seam of Lyle’s zipper.

Not expecting the hands over his chest, it pushes him back a few steps until his hip hits the edge of the counter, and Felix is close enough to fit between his thighs. Lyle leans away when the kiss breaks, his breath caught in his throat as Felix touches him over his clothes.

Coming up for air, he reaches blindly behind him for his drink, lifting and tossing back the rest in one movement, the burn flowing into his chest. Setting the empty glass behind him, Lyle reaching up to wipe at the back of his mouth before letting his hand settle over Felix’s ass, fingers sliding into his pocket. 

Pulling Felix’s hips tighter against his that way, they fit nicely together, and Lyle barely has to crane his neck to leaning in close enough to hover his lips above the shell of his ear. 

“How about we get out of here,” he doesn’t make it a question. There were already lines of public decency that they were bordering.

[igzists]

* @lyle-than ╱ 𝐋𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍

where : some discrepant street in deadwood when  : late afternoon

* ╱ 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐉𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆

HE DOES NOT know how long he’s been out of the house — having lost track of time . and he should be home by now as the curfew approaches but instead , he finds himself navigating through town , looking for something to do — anything to do really as it was becoming apparent that little holds his interests with what he’s found so far . 

‘ is there anything to do in this town ? ’ he questions aloud with sigh , fishing out a fresh pack of cigarettes from the bottomless pockets of his coat — placing one in between his teeth and lighting it in a flurry . it’s when he has a lungful of smoke that he notices someone walking along the same road . ‘ hey , ’ he calls out , always one for company as he walks in - step with the other . ‘ — you . ’

[lyle-than]

“Me?” Lyle stopped only reluctantly, turning his head slowly to look at the person yelling. The last thing he needed was for this to delay him getting home long enough for a ticket. At least, he didn’t seem to be actively tweaking, which was good. Still, Lyle only reached up to remove one of his ear buds as he faced him. “Something do so in this town?”

Lyle glanced around them at the deserted streets. The city was always boring, but now it was particularly a shell of itself, empty and devoid of life. “Not while there’s a curfew on. After it’s done, the bars will reopen, if that’s what you mean,” Lyle told him, shoulders lifting.

[lyle-than]

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[luckvoided]

who: @touchvoided & @lyle-than

when: April 26th, 2019, Friday

where: Kat and Annabelle’s Apartment

title: The Harsh Truth

kat

It was mulling in her head for days. She had to put a stop to this. After hearing the story pry from his lips, the wytch felt torn. She loved him, but it wasn’t right to hold him prisoner to that. He needed to choose her with his own free will. If that meant hatred instead, she was prepared to meet it. Her fingers nervously twirled in her hair, tugging on the strands like a string. Oh, God. She wasn’t prepared for this. Anxiety mounted in her throat, pressing against her windpipe as she struggled to say his name. “Lyle?” She said softly, turning her head towards the man that stood in her kitchen. “You’re released. You don’t have to love me anymore.”

Another beat. “Ly?”

lyle

It was easy to feel at peace with her, in a way Lyle couldn’t remember for years before. Since he’d been a child, home and secure that nothing bad in the world could reach him. Since the last time he’d been in love. Lyle turned his head slowly towards his name, eyes crinkling with the tension he could hear coiled in Kat’s tone. Her voice cut off anything he could ask. The magic in her words reverberated through Lyle’s being. Like the release of a breath held too long, the brilliance of the world drained away, leaving him stunned and dizzy. “Oh no.”

Love love love. There was a fresh emptiness inside him, cored out and left hollow by it. His jaw shut with a snap, as Lyle realized he’d been gaping. He needed to leave, he couldn’t see her. Not now. Lyle just needed to be away. Ducking his head,  he launched for the door, deaf to anything but his own ragged breathing.

kat

“Hey, hey, hey.” Kat moved quickly from her living room couch, boots scraping against the wood floor. Her hand reached out and grabbed onto his arm. It was meant to keep him in place, but he was stronger than her. She had always forgot how strong he was. Maybe it was the sea in him. Maybe it was the lack of water. Her grip tightened, forcibly trying to keep him there long enough to spill the words that held in her throat. “Don’t leave. Please, you’re not allowed to leave.” Her voice hummed out the familiar charm, keeping him grounded by her. “Stay with me. Talk with me.”

She couldn’t help herself. It was all lost in the magic, drunk on the power it had to keep him grounded. To keep him from hating her. “Please, I know everything. I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you like she did. I didn’t realize - I didn’t know.” Kat begged, brows knitting together as sweat beaded on her brow. “Please, don’t go.”

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leexfelix‌:

“Nah.“

He presses his index finger on the lip of Lyle’s glass, guiding it down to the bar top.

“You don’t.“

When Lyle leans back, Felix ducks in–the alcohol snagging his usual fluid grace and his lips ghost on the slope of Lyle’s chin instead of his intended target. Well, fuck it. He’s undeterred, shifting up, brazen and too damn brash for his own good as he slips promises into the part of Lyle’s mouth, breath hot and words muted. “I’m gonna win, so. Money’s not something I want. And you–” He smiles, and it curls slightly damp, shining from liquor as he draws back to tap Lyle’s lower lip. “–are not a gentleman.“

It wasn’t quite a kiss. Though close enough, within a breath, that Lyle can understand the intention, if not be sure if it was an accident or teasing. It did explain the drink.

Lyle set his hand on the side on Felix’s neck, thumb resting on the back of his jaw. “Maybe not,” he said, allowing their breath to mingle as they spoke. “So if it’s not money, what do you want from me?” Lyle let the question hang for a breath, but didn’t make Felix answer, pressing his lips against his for a slow,, soft kiss.