{ All will be well. }

"I will always hope, until my last dying breath." ✿ Saint Walker; Blue Lantern. [ indie roleplay blog. ]

[togetherwithhate]

Atros groans, head pitched forward as he gives his partner time to adjust. One hand takes hold of the Astonian’s cock and tugs at it in an attempt to soothe. His muscles ache in a need to thrust forward, to move his hips in more than minute increments, but he waits. 

He kisses up the side of Bro’dee’s neck, nuzzling under his chin before his resolve finally slips away. At first, he’s slow. Last time, the blue had had most of the control of their encounter, so he’ll have to be careful, test the waters and see what his Astonian can take. Atros’s hips move gently, makes him realize he’s been holding his breath, and he takes a shuddering gasp as he draws out and slides back in. 

[sanguinesavior-blog]

The Astonian gives a soft noise as he settles, fingers curling again when Atros begins to move into him. Moaning out slowly from the friction and touch, he tightens his hold on him, trying to balance himself more. HIs body aches a bit as Atros still is rather large compared to him, but he can push the pain aside for the pleasure. He nuzzles his cheek softly before pulling him into another affectionate and deep kiss.

[iforgemyownfuture-blog]

[ he leans into the touch with a soft little sigh. never before now has Kyle regretted taking for granted the fact that Blue Lanterns could heal so much better than Green Lanterns. ]

You’re really great, Saint Walker.

[sanguinesavior-blog]

Now, I am only doing what I feel is best for your health.

[ He smiles at him, finishing up the treatment and removing his hand from his head, but not the one from his. ]

[thehappysorceress]

Saint Walker by Quadrackss

[sanguinesavior-blog]

❀

❀ boy/girlfriend headcanon

Saint Walker is the type to endlessly spoil those he's with romantically, as in his eyes it's a very rare thing to find love again. In Atrocitus's case, this is going to be everything from delicious food to special sights.

[togetherwithhate]

Atros rumbles briefly, possessively at the view spread out before him. Such lovely alabaster skin, those long limbs, spots of flush and an arousal he just can’t stop touching. “Good.”

He settles in close, leaning to kiss Bro’dee slowly, fingertips still lingering elsewhere. The kiss is long, casual before he finally pulls away and presses his lips to a narrow shoulder briefly. The Ryutian takes his own cock in hand, slicked as he had done to the blue, and slowly presses the tip of his arousal between lovely thighs and inward. The growl’s a bit louder this time, showing just how much he’s restraining himself from anything that might hurt his dear partner. 

Damned if he doesn’t want to hurry this along.

[sanguinesavior-blog]

Bro'dee strokes his face before wrapping his arms completely around him, kissing him back affectionately in between soft noises. He's really enamored with him, by all accounts, and the soft growls that are occasionally emitted from the larger alien can no doubt make his stomach tighten.

He keeps himself braced as Atros enters him, inhaling sharply and digging his face into his shoulder, keeping him close. He leans up several times to plant various kisses of encouragement to his jaw, fingers digging into his shoulder blades and breathing ragged as he settled down gently on him. He highly appreciates him being gentle, as he was still not entirely used to this. 

[togetherwithhate]

Atros can hardly stand the pleading. And as much as he’s enjoying making his partner squirm and moan, his own patience is running thin. He needs to fuck Bro’dee, have him moan beneath him and cling to him and that’s about all he can stand right now. 

Leaning up a bit, Atros stops the licking, even though he’s enjoying every second of it, and reaches out with the hand he’d had on himself. A ring construct pops open the container at the edge of the mat and swipes a bottle of something to float back to the Ryutian. The second his hand clenches around said bottle, his uniform dissipates and he sighs in relief as his arousal is finally free from the confines.

"One of these days, I’ll have to make you come with just my tongue." One last lick from base to head before Atros is occupying himself with opening the bottle in his grasp. "Maybe hands, too." Fingers coated in a slick liquid, and he works carefully, easing a clawed finger into his partner, then another. Since he’s started dating the Astonian, he’s stopped filing his claws into sharper points. They’re still sharp enough, but no longer a casual danger. Not with practiced hands and gentle touches. His right hand gives Bro’dee’s arousal a few tugs to compensate regardless.

"Can I have you, now?"

[sanguinesavior-blog]

Saint Walker tries to catch his breath within the small window of time, lying flat against the mat once more. He drapes his arm over his face, which has grown quite heated, trying to cool himself down. He moves his arm again right as he gives the final lick, which causes him to shudder and recoil, breathing stuck for a moment. 

"Oh," was the only small response he could muster to Atros, still rather dazed and attempting to catch up with himself. He tenses again as he's penetrated by one of Atros's fingers, hand moving up to grip on his shoulder tightly as the other one goes in and draws another moan from him, sending him right back to phase one. The Astonian jolts up some, keeping his balance with the other hand behind him.

"O-Of course..." It comes out as just barely a whisper in between breaths. 

[togetherwithhate]

He trails his tongue along that slit until an arousal begins to peek through—an arousal that he slides his tongue across the head of, up the underside and down another, licking as much as he’s able. An empty hand wraps around the shaft to keep it steady and away from his teeth, as he’s doing his damnedest to keep them out of the equation entirely, merely licking along soft skin. 

Beneath his suit, he can feel his own cock hard and mostly aroused from its sheathe. The hand on Bro’dee’s opening moves, down to Atros’s own erection, still beneath the fabric of his suit, and he rubs his hand along the length to match the way in which he licks his partner’s arousal. He’s appreciative of the sight, the sensations he’s given. There’s no doubt about that.

[sanguinesavior-blog]

Saint Walker pleads for him beneath his breath, wanting more as Atros goes along, fingers curling into his palm tightly. He shivers again, the warmth and sensitivity from Atros's actions drawing out another string of broken moans from him. 

He tries to keep himself still, but can't, hips arching upward into him, head falling back. He's unsure how much longer he can take it, and he will definitely have to make sure that he repays Atros for making him feel so good.

[lunarchld]

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[iforgemyownfuture-blog]

It’s a long story that I don’t want to repeat again right now.

My head hurts bad enough.

[sanguinesavior-blog]

Alright. 

[ he takes his one hand in his, and places his other on his forehead, beginning to soothe the wounds using his ring. ]

[togetherwithhate]

Fingertips dip beneath the waistband of Bro’dee’s pants as he edges the article of clothing down carefully. Kisses follow, soft down a torso before Atros is kissing the Astonian’s groin directly, lovingly. Considering he’s mobile for this reprisal, he wants to enjoy it as much as he can. That said, teeth are an awful tool to work around, and so he resorts to the next best thing: a wide, flat tongue licks along the slit of his partner’s sheathe, slowly. He may not be able to suck at an arousal, but he can damn well lick if he’s careful. And kiss.

One hand slips lower, clawed fingers gently tracing an opening that he’s fairly certain has only been used once sexually. And that thought delights him even more.

[sanguinesavior-blog]

Oh, that certainly took him by surprise, but it wasn't unpleasant in the least. The Astonian moans loudly, easing his legs apart a little more as his hands fall to his lover's head to encourage him on. Though he knows it's not going to be long before he's fully erect due to the sensation of it all. His voice can barely steady itself as he whimpers for him, back still arched.

He had to say he still felt a embarassed about being new at these kinds of things, never really exploring the possibilities until now. But then again, they had to experiment to find their ground together, with their anatomies and species being different than normal.

[holysmokies]

"Green Lantern Hal ordered I stay by the ship. If nothing happened then they were to be back in five hours. It has been six, Saint Walker. I am concerned that something must have happened to my associates." 

Associates? Was that a good word? That was what Hal always called she and the other two. It still didn’t sound right. 

"I am afraid I would not be able to face any threat on my own."

[sanguinesavior-blog]

"Then that is a good reason to be concerned, though you can never be too sure."

Saint Walker rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Green Lantern Hal Jordan seemed to be a very presumptuous fellow, so it wasn't unlikely that something misfortunate could have happened. But he also had hope that he and his companions were fine, as they were still strong individuals. 

 "There will be no threat that you and I can not handle together, I assure you." He gave her a comforting smile.

[iforgemyownfuture-blog]

Look, I know I look bad, but uh - don’t panic.

Okay?

[sanguinesavior-blog]

I'm not -- but I must ask... what happened?

[togetherwithhate]

"Not just.” Though, there’s nothing wrong with sweet talk. Not when he has a handsome Astonian beneath his hands, molding to his every touch. Atros wants to thoroughly fuck him—but he’s patient. He could wait out time itself without much effort, what are a few more moments of unwrapping the present before him?

His his hands move further, baring lower down and his kisses follow until one hand slides below waistband and cups at Bro’dee’s groin, gently rolling the palm of his hand against the flesh. “Don’t be afraid to let me hear you this time.” Another kiss, this one to his partner’s ribs, and it takes everything in him to not nip at soft flesh. Were he with a Ryutian, he could do so without much more than a scrape left behind—but not on this sort of flesh. It is not in him to hurt the other—not now, not in the future.

[sanguinesavior-blog]

"If you say so..." Saint Walker laughs again, though it's cut off by a sharp inhale as he continues to touch him. He didn't mind Atros's sweet words in the least, especially not when it was paired along with such a good feeling. He grips tightly to his shoulder as he palms him, arching into his back and up into his hand. He can feel the tension of Atros holding himself back, and though he's rather thankful for it, he wouldn't mind him exerting a little more.

He tries to tell his instincts not to hold anything back, eyes fluttering shut as he gives a soft moan at the influx of warmth around one of his most sensitive places. 

[togetherwithhate]

Atros is pleased that Bro’dee is wearing something beneath his suit, as he has long missed the pleasure of undressing a partner. However, he is wearing nothing beneath his own suit—and elects to keep it on for the time being. One hand roams, down across folds of fabric and begins to pull the clothing apart, slowly. Starting from the top as he kisses down the neck to a pale chest. “You are unfairly lovely.”

[sanguinesavior-blog]

Bro'dee shivers as his hand roams, leaning into his touch as he undresses him. He gives another small laugh at the compliment, hands falling to his shoulders. "You're just sweet talking me, aren't you?" He relaxes, not quite feeling the same nervousness when they first did this.

[togetherwithhate]

The soft sound that Atros attempts to make ends up being a low, playful growl. He kisses Bro’dee solidly, his grip tightening around the Astonian’s torso as he leverages forward, pressing his partner’s back against the mat they’ve been sitting on. “We should get a head start.” Atros dips his head down, kissing along a slender neck.

[sanguinesavior-blog]

Saint Walker feels a chill up his spine at the growl, nuzzling him once more. He nods encouragingly, encircling his neck again with his arms, palms splaying flat out across his back as he's laid down against the soft mat. He moves to adjust himself so that his neck his more vunerable, ring powering down to his regular, more malleable attire.

[togetherwithhate]

"Mh." Atros’s hands ghost down Bro’dee’s back, resting on a slender waist. "It would be more convenient to make love to you if you were to share my bed.” The hands slide lower, cupping the blue’s posterior and pulling him a bit closer. “And stone walls would keep the sound all to us.”

[sanguinesavior-blog]

Saint Walker laughs again, stroking his cheek and nuzzling him softly before giving response in a near whisper. "Then I most definitely will." He leans forward, pressing against his chest and pulling him into another kiss, but holding it a little longer.

[sanguinesavior-blog]

mistakes aren't always regrets.