#* & v01 : canon .
today, the host club had gone on a sort of field trip, it wasn't an
uncommon occurrence, really--tamaki would get some silly idea
put in his head, and off they would be carted, to go along with it. πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
something about 'club-bonding', this time. he isn't completely sure,
as there's a much more pressing matter at hand, for him at least.
it's the fact they're going to an aquarium. he had to hold back his
genuine excitement once informed, he didn't want to embarrass
himself, of course. (but, he hadn't been to one since, well...) πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
after eventually getting through boresome lines, and tamaki's ramblings, he
manages to slip away from the group undetected. he now stands in front of
a large, wall-to-floor type tank, simply watching the sea-life inside float about,
swimming peacefully. jellyfish in particular have always been a favorite of his. πβββ ββββ β
deep blues, and violet-lights of the moving water shimmer and dance across his face, his person: his expression is surprisingly soft. there's a child-like wonder
to his gaze, eyes sparkling gently, a hand is absentmindedly pressed to glass. πβββ β
he's so enthralled, in fact, that he doesn't
even notice the other now at his side...! πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
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continued from here! // @drinkitfrommymouthsuou
kyoya's hands are grasped gently, and he can't help but 'tsk' quietly,
absentmindedly glancing elsewhere, " oh, don't overdo it now, suoh. "
he teases, the slight curve of a smirk playing against angular features. πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
the host will never grow used to how tactile the other was, despite the
length of their friendship. not that it was unwelcomed, mind you, just
surprising each time. as in the ootori household, such things weren't
exactly common-place, he pauses, thinking on this fact for a moment. πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
then, moment passed, he shakes his head, and lightly pulls his hands
back from tamaki, and settles back in at the table with his laptop open. πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
" ah, i may make the occasional appearance today, but i truly need to
finish up these finance reports, the school counsel is expecting them. "
kyoya hums, absentmindedly lacing his fingers together, stretching
them, popping his knuckles, before beginning to type once more. πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
" do tell me if i'm requested, of course, but otherwise
i'll be here. " a pause, a brief glance, " is that alright? " πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
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he has pulled saeran onto his lap, his hands resting lightly on saeran's hips. vanderwood nuzzles up to saeran's ear, all but purring a good boy, catching saeran's earlobe gently between his teeth. feeling saeran grind against his thigh, vanderwood's eye darken slightly with desire, pupils dilated, and he mumbles " such a good boy for me, aren't you? so pretty like this. "
@tragicinformant // random asks, always accepting!
saeran's mind is a blur of playful teasing and absentminded touches,
tension slowly rising, until...! the dam breaks, and neither could take
it anymore, it'd seem, and all at once, they were all over each other. πΌβββββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β ββββ β
he can't help the whine that falls from chewed, swollen lips, jaw slightly
slack as eyes flutter. everything felt so good, so warm, vanderwood's touch
electric across his skin, pressing into his clothes--he grips the fabric of the
ex-agent's shirt and buries his red, burning face. knuckles white, he grinds
his hips in a rhythm, slowly growing more and more frantic, messier. πΌβββββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β ββββ β
" ffffuck! keep going, please...! don't stop, tell me how good i am! " he
babbles, unable to stop himself as the heat between his legs grows. desp
-erate tears prick in the corner of saeran's eyes, a bit embarrassed about
how the other had made him such a mess in as little as a few minutes. πΌβββββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β ββββ β
yet, his usual complaining is put on hold, because all he could
think of was vanderwood, vanderwood, vanderwood...!-- πΌβββββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β ββββ β
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[Β BEG ] ;Β the sender begs the receiver to touch them.
@tragicinformant // SPICY ACTIONΒ PROMPTS .
saeyoung hums in drawn out thought as the other whined, begged: he sits
on the edge of the bed as the other laid sprawled and bare. his hands are
tied to the headboard with nylon rope, the wood creaking slightly with effort
as he squirms, breathless. it was certainly a sight, watching someone as
put together as agent vanderwood come undone was... well, you get it. βοΈ
" ah, what was that? " an hand to his ear, " saeyoung didn't quite
hear you! " he says, though vanderwood was being plenty loud,
he still wanted to hear more of those pretty sounds, as the other's
mouth tries desperately to form actual, put together syllables. he
continues to tease, tease, tease, it's what he does best, after all. βοΈ
shifting closer, he does give him a little, just a taste of what he wants, by lightly brushing a single fingertip up the other's hard, slick shaft. but, that's it. for now, anyway. he's not evil, after all, but for now? he was having his fun. he grins.βοΈ
" oh, look at you... you're a mess! " a short laugh, " i don't think i've
ever heard you so needy before, so wanting. i'm the only one who
gets to see you like this, right? " saeyoung bats his eyes, resting
himself between vanderwood's legs, freckled cheek against thigh. βοΈ
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π€ seven holds sixβs hand ! (i havent officially added him yet but shhh)
@killmenots // send π€ to hold my museβs hand
six presses her back to the swaying ship's wall, holding her breath as he waits
for one of the twin chefs to move along, to get out of the way, their only path. π₯βββ β
he was all sagging, mismatched skin, heavy, wheezed breaths,
butcher's knife in hand, searching. but, eventually, he begins
to slog off elsewhere, and the girl can't help but sigh in relief.π₯βββ ββββ β
suddenly, she feels her companion, the other child, make contact, and she
jumps a little, having been so focused on their aggressor, but... after a brief
glance of surprise, she can't help the smile that slowly begins to appear.π₯βββ ββββ β
" what, you scared, seven? " voice hushed, he had a reason to be fearful, of course, but that wouldn't stop her from teasing him, oh no. " it's okay, i'll hold
your hand, if it makes you feel better. i'll protect you. " six says it jokingly, but there's a hint of seriousness to it, too. a sense of care, shown in her own way.π₯βββ ββββ β
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" ... sorry for calling you a nerd earlier. "
@chalkcraveβ // random asks, always accepting! Β Β
they were overlooking the card-castle fountain, bathed in rainbow hues, kris
stands a few paces ahead with their eyes shut, focusing on trying to seal it. π°
βralsei?β, itβs spoken so quietly, he almost misses it, but nonetheless,
he perks up, β yes, susie?Β β he replies, tone soft with a touch of
melancholy, considering his friends were soon due to leave. π°
βsorry for calling you a nerd earlier.β, ralsei pauses, blinking a few times
incredulously, before starting to giggle, sound like a music boxβs song. π° Β Β
β oh, susie, itβs okay! i know thatβs just how you show affection.Β β ralsei
says, lightly elbowing her in the side, gesture playful. once they again
fall quiet, the prince takes a moment to think to himself, before saying... π°
β ...promise me youβll return soon? iβll miss you, you know!Β β
Β tears were welling up in his eyes, yet, he still smiles at her. π°
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" oh. my. gosh. trapper, do you have, like. a kitty cat stowed away
somewhere? can i totally pet them, please!? i just loooove cats! " πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
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tags for verre amoretto.
π± π ic.
π± π aesthetic.
π± π thoughts.
π± π visage.
π± π v01. do you fear death? ( main )
π± π v02. do you feel the cold? ( trigun )
π± π v03. do you taste the dark? ( kh )
π± π queue.
π± π mun art.
π± π canon.
π± π ooc.
π± π asks.
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from coeurjardin!! // " hey, kyoya? " tamaki rests his chin on the palm of his hand, gazing at the other boy. " i just wanted to say thanks. for going along with my plans, even if they seem silly sometimes. " a bright smile curves his lips, lighting up his features. " it means a lot! i couldn't do any of this without you, you know -- and i wouldn't want to! "
@coeurjardin // random asks, always accepting!
" hmmmm? " kyoya hums quizzically, not glancing up from
his ledger, even as the other sidled up next to him, with his
usual sunshine expression. he's almost too bright to look at. πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ
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still, he continues, " what do you need? " a phrase that came
as easily as breathing, expecting another outlandish request,
another silly idea. though, as much as the treasurer protests,
would he of minded? not really. at least. when it came to tam
-aki: he wouldn't do these things for just anyone, mind you. πβββ ββββ
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but, that's not what happens, instead what comes is
a sudden, but genuine thank you, (everything tamaki
did was genuine, smiles, laughs, thank-yous... he can't
help but wish he could be that open, sometimes, free.) πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
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he seems caught off guard by this, a subtle shift in his
expression, eyes widening slightly. finally, there's a pause
in his constant writing, he gives a 'hmpf!', as he smirks. πβββ
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" now, what's gotten into you? are you alright? sick, perhaps? " he can't
help but tease, as he snaps his notebook shut, tucking it under his arm. βββ
" ...in all seriousness, someone must be here to balance you out, or
rather, keep you in line, and if that must be me? then, well. so be it. " πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ
a thoughtful pause, plenty of unsaid things running through
his head, (what an odd way to say, 'i love you'.)--before he
simply shakes his head, snapping himself out of it. then, he
gently hits the side of his fist against the top of tamaki's head. πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ
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" now, is that all? really, you act as if i didn't know this already.
or, did you just feel like feeding my ego today? " still, a smile. πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ
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fingernails dig into saeyoung's back, vanderwood's back arching as he rolls his hips. " oh-- oh, please, it feels so good-- " his voice is a gasp, mouth falling open. " i-- i can't, please, i don't know, i don't know~! " whatever question he has been asked has fallen on deaf ears, vanderwood's mind having been wiped blank by the pleasure overtaking his body. " wh- whatever you want-- whatever you want, please, don't stop...! "
@tragicinformant // random asks, always accepting!
like music to his ears, saeyoung can't but grin cheekily at vanderwo
-od's absolutely debauched noises, the feeling of the other's nails
digging into his back. the redhead grips the headboard with one
hand, rocking his hips against the other's, fucking into him roughly. βοΈββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
suddenly, the redhead prompts him, 'does that feel good, baby? do you want
more, huh?', honestly just to watch the gears in the agent's head fail to turn. βοΈββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
he babbles whatever first comes to mind, fumbling over his
words, and saeyoung can't help but groan softly in response.
he loved watching the other come undone like this, in fact... βοΈββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
" ahhh~ you're so cute when you're fucked stupid~ but, 'don't stop',
right? i'll give you what you want, then. " a wink, before he readjusts
his hips a little, hands now pressing vanderwood's legs further apart.
his thrusts are now much more rough and frantic the closer he gets,
the way the heat builds below his stomach was heavenly, eyes flutter. βοΈββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
" there you go, there you go... " he mumbles, " you take me so well...! " βοΈβ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ
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