Armour.

Independent Piotr Rasputin roleplaying blog. Fourth time is the charm. Mun and muse are both 18+. NSFW content may be present.

[bohemiancolia]

[malleabilis-blog]

KURT.

Kurt was smirking when the other joined him, head tilting up to look at him. “Want me to get your back?” He asked almost too politely, lips curling into that all to devious grin he got when there was an idea in his head. Or perhaps because he was going to get a bit touchy when washing his lovers back. But could the man blame him? How long had it been since he got to enjoy the mans form, or even his company?

Sighing lightly he shifted out of the way, so Piotr got more of the hot water then him since the slightly sudsy elf could always rinse off in a moment after Piotr was done lathering. Tail swaying he was humming warmly, dragging fingers over the mans waist as he slipped behind him smiling wide as he did so.

He was grateful to have someone as accommodating as Kurt by his side, never showing any bother in regards to Piotr’s incredibly nigh gargantuan physique. The memory of Kurt’s old bed splintering and ultimately giving in under his weight still rung through his mind, bringing the hint of a frown to the giant’s lips. And yet Kurt still never seemed to be annoyed, even now he simply made room for Piotr to access the nozzle, allowing him to relax into the embrace of the hot water pouring down across his muscular body. Numerous torrents of liquid trailing down the curvature of his pecs and along his sculpted abdomen, continuing along his crotch and down his tree trunk thick thighs.

A shiver of appreciation travelled along his spine as he felt fingers come to rest against his waist, dragging along his dampened skin. His haze attempts to follow the movement of his lover, head tilting as he watches the long, mischievous tail swing back before disappearing from his view. In all he is content. To think everything would be so pleasant now that he had returned to America. To the school. To Kurt. 

[liveonce-sodoitright]

[malleabilis-blog]

HENRY.

         “Of course I came!” The clap has him stumbling a bit, but he             finds his footing once he’s through the door. “I would never            turn down your kind offer my friend! Besides, I wanted to             be sure you were in a place that suited you and made you             feel at home. So far I have not been disappointed. This is a            lovely place, Piotr.” 

He is unable to stop his beaming as Henry speaks. There is a weight lifting from his chest with word; so relieving to hear that approval for his momentous decision. Ever since he had finally managed to purchase the apartment - four pens broken out of nervousness as he attempted to sign his name - his mind had been wrought frequently with worry and doubt. But to have a friend here? It settles him.

“ Thank you, comrade. I have to admit there is a calmness here I  has almost forgotten with my time at the school. ”

[malleabilis-blog]

KURT.

Kurt of course followed smirking and relatively pleased with himself to set Piotr just slightly on edge. Tail swishing he watched him, the way he used the devise to have the metal along his neck trickle away like it was never there. It did concern him, but he didn’t know how to pry into that subject quite yet. Tail giving another idle twitch he was reaching out to slide a hand along the mans back as he moved around in front of him trailing the tips of his fingers as he did so. “Out to a nice dinner that also has a dance floor. You know the live band kind of place…” Of course there was a line at the door, but Kurt did plan this so they wouldn’t have to wait. No he got them reservations, had a nice table for them set up. He smiled slowly looking up at his love before his eyebrow arched. “Was can I say, I intend to woo you all the more.” Winking a warm little laugh left him shaking his head some as he looked back down.

The lightest of shivers creep up along his spine when he feels the soft touch of Kurt’s hand sliding up along his back. All it takes is a touch to grasp at Piotr’s attention. A word to bring Kurt to the centre of his world. And a promise to conjure images of a perfect night. Though it was difficult to call his time with Kurt anything but perfect. He tended to have that effect on Piotr, until the notion of ‘dancing’ was brought to the table.

He could not promise he would be as graceful or talented as Kurt if he was to be dragged onto the dance floor. His talent lay in his body, yes, but was brought out by the strength in his muscles. The sturdiness of his form. Never the grace of his step or the rhythm of his movement. He swallowed heavily, attempting to quell the growing thoughts of doubt before he managed to sweat right through his vest and dress shirt. 

“ I would love to see you dance, ” he smiled, fingers sliding tenderly around Kurt’s hand. Lips pressed softly against the silken fur, conveying only honesty and affection.

[hawkmans]

[malleabilis-blog]

He awoke to the scent of freshly baked apple pie drifting through the bedroom window. It had been enough to force him out of bed, now towelling his wet hair and throwing on some decent clothing. All in time for when he heard a knock at his door, opening it wide to see Henry.

“ You came! ” He cheered, clapping a hand on his dear friend’s shoulder and ushering him inside.

         Starter for @prxfessors-pet

[thoughts-memories]

[malleabilis-blog]

He had not been aware his face could turn this red. For many years this sudden and unexpected shift of temperament would result in his form converting to it’s secondary state. However the current, hazardous state of his mutation prevented the involuntary reaction from occurring. Instead he was left standing there staring - naked and red-faced - down at his well-dressed lover. A strangled cough and noise of agreement escaped the gigantic man as he dragged himself forward and to his wardrobe. Following Kurt’s advice, Piotr dressed in his good attire only with a single difference. The dull orange of his vest was tucked hidden between his singlet and button-down shirt, a tweak of the knob dampening his powers.

The silver expanse of metallic armour sneaking up along the skin of his neck reverted back into the usual paleness of his skin tone. He turned to look at Kurt and still could not help but feel inferior in comparison to the splendour of his outfit, and curious as to what was hidden underneath. 

“ And where is it we will be going. ”

[malleabilis-blog]

It never took long for Piotr to miss Kurt’s touch. There was something addictive about making physical contact. Even the brief sensation of the elfin mutant’s mischievous tail grazing his arm could ignite a fire in the pit of Piotr’s belly. How he had managed to suffer in his solitude for such a great expanse of time was now a mystery. To manage spending days in the cold, snow-covered fields instead of in his lover’s tight, forgiving embrace. To go weeks without hearing the melodic sound of his voice first thing in the morning. To go months without feeling of the warmth of his breath as Kurt sat above him, back arced in carnal pleasure.

And now he finally found himself presented with what he missed. He could ask the universe for nothing more. 

He stripped away his clothing and crossed the open threshold. A pleasured sigh escaping his lips as trails of water hastily began to trickle their way down his naked, muscular form. he took a gentle grip of the soap sitting in Kurt’s outstretched hand, bringing it to rub slowly against his body. It was nice. An echo of what they had once shared, but still... nice.