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@boyish-drinks (Fitzpatrick) X @lilaxwine (Alexander)

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@lilaxwine sent: ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink ( Jean for Harry )

Since he returned Harry has been throwing himself at his work tirelessly again. It’s better than sitting at home, itching for a bottle. The more he keeps himself distracted the easier this will all be. Besides, the cases are piling up like crazy in the precinct and he has a lot to make up for. It’s a win win, really.

It’s one such days that’s spent almost entirely at his desk, filling out paperwork. He gets lost in it. Hours blending together where he barely pays any attention to his surroundings until a white take out bag being dropped on his papers pulls him out of it. 

He raises his head. Surprised to see his ex partner looking down at him. He then checks his wrist watch. Already 8 pm already? How is that possible? Though now, at the sight of the bag and the subtle smell of - what’s that - fish and chips? He’s suddenly a lot hungrier than he thought he was just a second ago.

“ Is this ... for me ? “ He asks, raising to his feet and looking more properly inside. You’d recognise those grease spots anywhere. Reaction speed chimes in. The chip shop around the corner. You’ve been going there for so long you remember when a father handed the business down to his daughter. “ From around the corner , right ? Damn . It’s been a while since I’ve had these . What did I do to be blessed like this ? “ The question is posed half-jokingly. But this has genuinely made his day.

[entreldolorylanada]

Roque has never met most of his clients. Thanks to the Internet and other modern technologies there were spaces where people could interact without seeing each other in person, and even those spaces had dark corners where the shadiest business was conducted. Like his own. But sometimes some people were too old-school, they wanted to know who was going to do the dirty work for them so they didn’t have to stain their hands. Tonight he had to meet one of those old-school people, not the client themselves, though, but their consigliere or whatever they called it. Roque hated this but if he wanted to keep working for serious people and earn serious money he should’ve met their requirements. Now he was standing in the dimly lit underground parking lot smoking. Two pills he swallowed before leaving his apartment did their work perfectly, he was so calm and steady, that only a corpse could be calmer. Sunglasses and long fringe covered the upper half of his face despite the darkness, this way he didn’t have to think where to look, so they wouldn’t notice how uncomfortable the eye contact was for him.

@lilaxwine​

[voltadcmar]

@lilaxwine​ from here [x] (I absolutely had to I hope thats okay asdasdsada)

Kim follows the movement of their bodies easily - allows the younger to pull him on top of that muscular body, with his own slim one molding against the lines and curves like he belongs here, in contact with the other man. While Jean doesn’t exactly feel soft or pillowy due to his physique, the tissue taut beneath a layer of skin, he is comfortable still - so nice and strong, firm even, and his large hands around the Lieutenant’s small waist only add to the sensation, causing another, pleased sigh to escape a set of full lips when Vicquemare kisses himself a way down his chin and throat.

What you wanted, Kits?

His colleague’s voice is low and gravelly by nature, but now almost vibrates in the pit of Kitsuragi’s stomach when Jean speaks, sleep clinging to his spoken syllables - and it goes straight to where blood is already collecting, eagerness waiting and ready to strike, only bringing more heat between his thighs. Kim inhales, leans his head forward to brush his nose along the shell of Vicquemare’s ear, then exhales his breath against it; Slim fingers find their spot on either of Jean’s shoulders, squeezing them...

... Before he rolls his hips down onto the man beneath him, allowing that half-hard but quickly filling out arousal to make itself known, as a non-verbal first answer to the younger’s question.

“---You.”, Kim adds right after, the tone of his voice barely above a whisper in the dark surrounding them.

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"jacket"

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It's unsurprising to know Vasco would sleep anywhere at any time. If he is tired enough, he can make anything work. He overlooked the discomfort of it too, especially when he would wake up with aches in his body, whether it would be in his back or his neck for sleeping in a weird position or both. Not that he seemed to mind. An ache is never a bother since he could get rid of it if it became too overbearing for his liking. So, it didn't surprise the captain that he didn't quite remember falling asleep while positioning himself against a bunch of crates, watching with drowsy eyes as his crew would holler at one another and move to have a little fun at the local tavern. And mind you, his sleep consist of nothing. No nightmares, no dreams. Nothing of that sort, which he felt quite.....relieved. Both took a lot out of him when he woke up. Strangely to say, given dreams wouldn't suppose to do that.

Regardless, Vasco found himself waking up upon the first rays of sunlight hitting his eyelids. It's not a strange thing to wake up to and find himself in a weird position, but the strange part that made him moved to stare downwards at himself with an completely awaken mind is a coat wrapped around him as neatly as one can. For a moment or two, his mind processed who's coat it belonged to. Surely, it didn't belong to no Nauts since they were all recognized by the jacket, colors, and symbol on it.

Then, it clicked.

De Sardet's coat.

He must have found the captain sleeping while roaming the area for whatever reason that kept the Legate busy at the late hours of the night. Probably didn't even want to risk moving Vasco in fear he would be awaken and say something about him being fine.

A faint smile touched upon Vasco's lips, though it came as quickly as it went. With a few hours into morning and the coat needed to be returned, he couldn't just sit around and do nothing. Return the coat and get back to his duties as captain, even if he did long for hanging with De Sardet much longer than he attend to. After all, with the adventures the two had, Vasco missed those days of traveling through the island on foot or by cart. Even if the nonsense he got pulled into at the weirdest times made him tired of being dragged around.

Fingers curled around the coat, peeling it off his body with careful movements, ensuring the piece of clothing didn't hit the ground and get dirty. It was followed by him getting up, stretching, and moving through the streets of New Sérène, going based off memory of where De Sardet would be living. Even if Vasco couldn't see a familiar face after all that happened, he could be sure he could return the clothing without carrying around him with a silvery of guilt. An item that didn't belong to him, even it is said otherwise.

And before the captain knew it, he found himself at the De Sardet's residence. Even until this day, it sent Vasco on edge, staring at a noble's house, though not as much as it used to, given the time that passed. Or rather, passing through the nobles' terrirtory. With the neatly folded coat tucked under one arm, Vasco rose up his hand to knock on the door.

[voltadcmar]

"For someone who always has a stick up their ass. Maybe you should relax and enjoy having a cock inside it instead?" (From Jean. I can't keep a straight face w/ this)

Kim blinks. Once. Twice. Eyes wide. Staring at his colleague - love interest? - as he stands in the middle of their shared office, cup of fresh coffee stuck between his gloved fingers. Jean leans with his hip against his desk, looking... awfully smug, in a way, like he has just managed to crank out the most perfect string of words in the entirety of his existence.

A second passes, two, three, turning into half a minute of prolonged silence between the two men. They’re alone, and that’s precisely why Vicquemare has even had the balls to speak such a thing out loud - no other colleague in sight, with it being late once more, most already gone home or being on one last round of patrol for the day.

And after another moment of stillness passes, Kitsuragi finally moves - takes a deep breath through his nostrils, chin lifting, as he brings his steaming hot mug up to his lips. He sips a bit of his aromatic, hot beverage, equally as dark eyes continuing to linger on the younger for a bit more as he suddenly takes a step forward.

One more, then he stands in front of the Officer, close - and holds that eye-contact that is going on between them almost fiercely, his cup finding its place on Jean’s desk so Kim can fold his arms in front of his slim chest.

“---I have had quite a few cocks up my ass, Lieutenant.” There is no hesitation lingering in the smooth of Kitsuragi’s voice - it’s steady and collected, nonchalant even, like he is talking about the weather forcast... but there is a certain intensity lingering within his syllables, spoken with force, a smugness of his own that almost comes across as displeased.

“I have been fucked at a variety of places - at night clubs, at home, in dark alleyways, Motor Carriages... -  have forced men down onto their knees while slapping their faces. Pressed others onto the mattress while spanking their behinds with riding crops, some of those even received a spanking to their balls if they were especially naughty. After that I kept them down while I straddled their hips and fucked myself on their cocks, kept going when they came inside me, tortured them with overstimulation and watched them cry and beg for mercy. ---And I had a lot of fun while doing that.”

A pregnant pause follows - the clock sticking to the wall above the doorframe ticking away, tick, tick, tick...

Kim still watches Vicquemare. Expression as blank and stern as before... though he does quirk a brow now, allows it to rise from behind the dark rims of his glasses.

“...The man you deem ‘unable to relax’ has gotten fucked - and fucked others - more times within the last four years than you have within the last three decades of your existence, Lieutenant. I am experienced - are you?”

There, finally, a grin that spreads over a set of full lips. It’s only there to be seen by Jean, no one else, tugging at the corners of his mouth as Kitsuragi takes another, soft breath. “So in case you want to stick your cock up my ass tonight, you should ask me nicely... and I may consider it - in case I feel generous.”

[seeasunset-a]

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📔 (Leon!)

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❛Entry ???

I absolutely loathe being on land, but there's nothing I could do. I can't argue with the admiral. As much as I want to ask why, her reasonings are mysterious. I got used to navigating around land. De Sardet seemed to be helping a lot, though it doesn't help he's teasing me from time to time. Not the greatest thing to deal with yet it's not a big issue.

He seems to be amazed at many things as much as I do. The way he seems to admire the environment. I can't blame him. As much as I did say the island is amazing with such things, it truly blows me away every single time. I can't blame De Sardet for his excitement. The place he grew up in didn't have a lot of nature like this place. I would too be excited and looking around with eyes as big as plates if I was in his shoes. Much to my annoyance for stopping every few seconds to look at the wilderness, I can hold my tongue and can't judge him. I, too, do point out the animals in the wilderness from time to time, much to my embarrassment.❜

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📔 (Kurt, for Anastasia :3)

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❛Greetings, Dracona,

You know, I wanted to ask Kurt if he's going to attend the festival in San Matheus. From what I've heard from the people in the city, the festivals are beautiful, especially this particular one. Not only in their decorations, but their music, food, clothing, everything. Even the smallest of details is not left unnoticed. As much as I'm not a big party person like Nova or Constantin, I do appreciate how cool they can be. Perhaps this time I'll give it a go, though it'll be a downer if Kurt doesn't go. I know he's not the type to enjoy them. At all. I figured it could be a change for once.

I also figured it could help us bond more. As much as the travels between places or the small conversations at camp (or at the residence) does help, I want to take it a step further. It's frustrating because there's not much I could go off on without making it awkward, especially after what happened long ago. He probably forgotten all about that kiss. I certainly didn't.❜