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[bledthrice-moved]

eidolonsight replied to your post: lays dramatically in his lap, silently posing for...

“I think?? All of your kisses. And, attention, in general. Just, keep telling me how pretty I am. If you want me to eat you out while you do that that’s fine too.”

“That all?” Ferrus leans down and plants a kiss on those plush lips. “You don’t need to give anything in return for me to love on you, you know that, right?” Fingers trace along his skin for awhile and when he gets tired of that, he tugs Vasily’s ponytail free. “I want to play with your hair.” 

[futureofnothing-a]

@eidolonsight One of the best places to make your home when you weren’t fond of interacting with others were places that they saw as cursed. Prospect 2 had learned that very quickly on his time here. It was not sacred places that received respect and solitude, but places where so called ghosts hung about, haunting the halls. Prospect was wise enough to know better than to believe in any sort of mischief, but if it kept other people away, he wouldn’t complain.  The building was more a rundown shack at this point than an actual home, but for someone who just needed a place to rest his head, it was perfect.  Usually. The sound of footsteps made him twitch, turning around slowly. He could see the beam of the flashlight before any actual figure, the power long cut off before his own appearing. He wondered briefly what he should do about there being a visitor, but didn’t get the chance to make a decision. The beam went across him and froze. He smiled. “I didn’t hear you knock.”

[rosyfingercd]

      ❛     ARE THESE TRUE?   these books, the ones about magic?     ❜      rosy fingers hold a book lightly, almost  r e v e r e n t; material objects, they sit heavy in her air-like fingers.    // @eidolonsight

[bledthrice-moved]

@eidolonsight

“I’ve made something for you.” His voice is practically a purr. Ferrus may not know Vas all that well, but he still owes him for getting rid of that poltergeist in his apartment. “And, well, I also brought what I owe you. But I think the gift might be to your interest.”

[futureofnothing-a]

“Stop lying.”

ANGST STARTERSThere is only so long one can act before the mask begins to break apart, and when you had been acting as long as Prospect had, it was shocking that the facade was still even up. But finally, finally it had begun to crack, and Mikhail had the unfortunate pleasure of getting to witness it fall to the ground. Prospect’s eyes are wild, too wide, pupils far too blown, and his grin shows far too much teeth for it to be human.His steps are slow as he approaches him.“You don’t believe me, Mikhail?” he asks, voice high in pitch, edging on a laugh - what’s more concerning though is the use of his real name; there is no room for little bird.“Do I need to show you what I’m really capable of? Do you want me to break you? Do you want me to finally make you beg?”

[bledthrice-moved]

lays dramatically in his lap, silently posing for attention

“Oh? Does someone feel like they’re not getting enough attention?” Tone is teasing as he gently tugs at Vasily’s ponytail. “Never fear, I’ll take good care of you, my love.” Fingertips draw gentle patterns on his shoulders a moment later. “What is it that my sweet, sweet boy desires? You know I’m always happy to give you precisely what you want.” 

[bledthrice-moved]

peach!!

If there’s one thing for certain it’s that, from the day they’ve met, Ferrus has always found Vasily to be sexy. It’s in the slight curve of his hips, the way his shoulders are shaped, how long & luxuriously soft his hair is. He could list all the ways that he finds Vasily to be attractive—then again, he’d be at it for a really long time—and right now he wants nothing more than to be inside of Vasily. 

“Baby.” He moans softly and pulls at the fabric of Vasily’s shirt. “I want you.” His eyelashes flutter as he places kisses along Vasily’s pulse line. He’s struggled with sex his whole life, but with Vasily it comes so easily and naturally. With Vasily he can almost forget the way his ex treated him. The cruel words his ex used to describe his body feels so far off now—it’s like it doesn’t even matter at all now.

Perhaps it doesn’t.

Or perhaps Ferrus is so obsessed with his muse that it simply doesn’t bother him anymore.

When Vasily squeezes his ass he lets out a little yelp. “Baby!” He laughs, tenor of his voice low and deep as he presses their foreheads together. “Well, I’m glad that you want me too.” He murmurs, slipping his fingers underneath Vasily’s binder so that he can feel the curve of his breast. “I want you naked, your legs spread out. Get undressed.” It’s not a request—it’s a command. 

[catastrophicur]

❝ why don’t you just stay the night ? ❞

don’t.

            “ You’d let me do that? I wouldn’t want to impose on any of your, uh, nightly routines… “  His wolfish smile suggests he’d be quite willing to help with any of particular interest though as he settles back against the couch, boots he’d picked up meaning to leave dropped back to the floor.