[ Either aspect wears a sated wolf's crooked, hazy grin as they extensively enjoy feeling that warm summery laughter vibrate up Nick's chest and spill out his throat like sunshine. His paramour is so warm and comfortable and perfect inside the toothless beartrap of his ghoulish grasp, Firefly savors the lingering closeness sustained by his demanding clinging; an as well, the lightly lurid flair of their remaining slick and sodden connection. The fizzling pleasure jolts through his boneless limbs in waves, each encouraging a stronger rally to action than the last. All Hancock's ghoulish resilience and stamina is on one side of the equation, here; Blondie is still struggling to even out his breathing.
All his human fatigue is on one side of the equation, too. ]
Can imagine how it could be a pain. Like... when ya accidentally start manually controlling your own blinking, and then ya can't quit 'cuz your eyes get all pasty?
[ He could easily be half-way drunk, or high, or some floaty combination; he's buzzed on endorphins but weighed down by human lethargy, the combination almost has Blondie slurring his speech. His smile is as peaceful as askew, the tone of his embrace set towards tender and romantic. His humid human hands cup Nick's face with a softness the Hancock in reality can no longer quite manage, and Blondie repeats that familiar tick of overflowing affection, gently bumping their foreheads together. ]
I'll try anything once, and I couldn't ask for a better dance partner. Right now I'm feelin the powerful need to rinse off, but the bathroom is... so damn far away, seriously, I think I might pass out on the way
[ The rough edged growl of a chuckle that emanates from behind the pair of debauched humans is not quite sinister, but.
Suddenly Firefly is standing, lifting Nick and Blondie both beneath the legs, like they weigh little more than a bag of tatos between them. The youngest aspect actually gives a quick shallow gasp of surprises, and scrambles to get hold of Nick and Firefly in a way that doesn't leave him sprawled and dependent like a ragdoll. ]
Jesus brother, warn a guy?
Thought you knew? Pay attention, slacker.
[ The Glowing One is most definitely recovering his strength, stamina, focus, and will to be a menace quicker than his human counterpart. ]
I'll get us to the bath, just gotta... [ There is no language equivocal to the shredded lurid growl that smolders in his throat while he lifts Nick (and his counterpoint in time) as easily and effortlessly and breathing, and frees his spent prick (One. Agonizing. Inch. At a time) from its refuge from the cold. ]
H-hey, we're tryin' to have a conversation, can ya not--?
Enjoy myself so much? [ The far too casual, almost lazy rolling of the ghouls hips obscenely slides his soft slick sex bewteen Nick's cheeks. ] Not really my style, little man.
[ And now Blondie is blushing hot beneath his incredulous, toothless glare. ]
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All his human fatigue is on one side of the equation, too. ]
Can imagine how it could be a pain. Like... when ya accidentally start manually controlling your own blinking, and then ya can't quit 'cuz your eyes get all pasty?
[ He could easily be half-way drunk, or high, or some floaty combination; he's buzzed on endorphins but weighed down by human lethargy, the combination almost has Blondie slurring his speech. His smile is as peaceful as askew, the tone of his embrace set towards tender and romantic. His humid human hands cup Nick's face with a softness the Hancock in reality can no longer quite manage, and Blondie repeats that familiar tick of overflowing affection, gently bumping their foreheads together. ]
I'll try anything once, and I couldn't ask for a better dance partner. Right now I'm feelin the powerful need to rinse off, but the bathroom is... so damn far away, seriously, I think I might pass out on the way
[ The rough edged growl of a chuckle that emanates from behind the pair of debauched humans is not quite sinister, but.
Suddenly Firefly is standing, lifting Nick and Blondie both beneath the legs, like they weigh little more than a bag of tatos between them. The youngest aspect actually gives a quick shallow gasp of surprises, and scrambles to get hold of Nick and Firefly in a way that doesn't leave him sprawled and dependent like a ragdoll. ]
Jesus brother, warn a guy?
Thought you knew? Pay attention, slacker.
[ The Glowing One is most definitely recovering his strength, stamina, focus, and will to be a menace quicker than his human counterpart. ]
I'll get us to the bath, just gotta... [ There is no language equivocal to the shredded lurid growl that smolders in his throat while he lifts Nick (and his counterpoint in time) as easily and effortlessly and breathing, and frees his spent prick (One. Agonizing. Inch. At a time) from its refuge from the cold. ]
H-hey, we're tryin' to have a conversation, can ya not--?
Enjoy myself so much? [ The far too casual, almost lazy rolling of the ghouls hips obscenely slides his soft slick sex bewteen Nick's cheeks. ] Not really my style, little man.
[ And now Blondie is blushing hot beneath his incredulous, toothless glare. ]