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robotdickThis merry little haunt wasn't familiar to Nick, but the address was correct, for what it was worth. There weren't many buildings with penthouses intact, but Hancock had told him to show up here, so here he was. Honestly, as he came up the stairs, Nick wasn't entirely certain what to expect.
Was it a stash house? No, Hancock and he had a tentative understanding about chems. Nick didn't comment and Hancock didn't do them right in front of him if he could help it. It was about the best the synth could hope for, and a fair improvement on their previous arrangement of: nothing.
Was it a new settlement? Bit of a stretch but Evaris did have ecclectic moods.
Maybe he...Nick came up blank. He didn't have a clue or a chance in hell of divining one, so he shouldn't waste the breath (figurative) trying to hash it out. He just stuffed his hands in his pockets, kept his revolver at the ready in case this locale wasn't secure yet, and trudged up more flights of stairs than he cared to count.
At the top he stepped out of the stairwell and through time. One second he was in the Commonwealth and the next he was standing on fine plush carpet in Boston, MA. This place was an absolute time warp, like walking into a photograph, and Nick was entirely thrown as he let the door behind him close and cautiously wandered in.
No turrets...so that was a start.
Cameras? Didn't spot one, didn't see any mics either but he was sure there were a few. This place had electricity and...was that hum an airconditioner?
"Where the hell am I?"
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things to speak to his heavily modded twin about xD
Date: 2024-05-05 08:15 pm (UTC)Think that's the only way it's happening, yeah
[ Miraculously, the Ghoul manages to prop himself up on one elbow, his free hand already diving, heavy and not quite clumsy, into the parted ruffles of his shirt and peeling down the flimsy fabric. The shirt, and his coat over that hang off of his shoulder, bare skin throwing off a more humid shade of heat. The way he's lounging grants a decent few of Nick unfurling the cinch of his flag-belt, and Hancock loses a moment, drowned and drunk in carnal appreciation. A sight he could get real accustomed to, so the moment clarifies.]
Knew I was right to call ya Slick, but jesus. Gettin' me outta my duds, two for two? Gotta be some kinda record.
DiMA: Nick do you know how much dust is in here??? You gotta dust this.
Date: 2024-05-05 08:36 pm (UTC)C'mere for a second.
[Nick says as he bends over and slides an arm underneath Hancock, spreading his skeletal hand across the center of the ghoul's back. He hefts him up like he weighs nothing at all, extracting him from his colonial jacket and giving him the clearance to shake his arms free from the shirt. Nick idly continues his mapping of Hancock's form, picks back up at his clavicle as he gropes blindly with his good hand for those clothes. While he's got him lifted, Nick hauls the spare fabric out from under him and tosses it aside onto his coat (or near it, it's not like he bothers looking).
The duvet is nice, soft, plush, and a high thread-count. He'd wager the sheets were the same, if not satin weave. Between his ragged edges and Hancock's cutting wit, they're going to snag every little thread on this thing and, frankly, Nick is here for it.
Now that he's assisted in divesting Hancock of his upper clothing, Nick lets both of them drop back onto the bed. As Hancock assured him, it's sturdy enough that they bounce a little before sinking in. It's ridiculous, probably the nicest bed this side of the wasteland, and Nick is smugly glad that it's all theirs. No Brotherhood goons or Diamond City guards to contest their claim, no regular folk to gawk, no open holes in the walls or the risk of someone intruding.
Privacy is a hell of a thing to suddenly recieve and it goes right to Nick's head. He could get used to this.]
OMFG DED xDDDDD
Date: 2024-05-05 09:36 pm (UTC)Hancock practically climbs Nick like a tree at the invitation. Damn it feels good to be scooped up like he weighs nothing; it sure is swoony, this side of the dance move-- though maybe the Ghoul's still running too hot. Speaking of which, he huffs out another humid sigh of relief when given the chance to abandon his shirt.
Then his arms come back bare, and for a few ragged seconds his hands are grabbing and everywhere; on Nick's chest and around the cage of his ribs, on his back and down his spine and up his neck and down his hips-- the cautious inclination to keep his hands to himself, for at least a few merciful moments, gets overthrown by the sheer amped thrill of Nick's too-hot, not-quite-hot-enough tongue and teeth coasting back and forth in the staggering no man's land of his naked torso.
So he'll marvel, later, at how some beds actually have multiple sheets of fabric on them holy shit! Just one ratty blanket on a mattress on the ground is ritzy shit in The Commonwealth. This place is absolutely insane. This bed is insane. Nothing tops the metal-hot, fired-gun sting of Nick's mouth, though.
When the comforter catches his bare back, something in Hancock's brain knocks into place, and he dials back the zeal on his manically affectionate hands. They settle low on the Synth's hips, grasp not quite as brutal and tight as he's inclined to. ]
Guess I'm not doin' much to help cool ya off... that's my bad, Slick. You're so damn irresistible. Self control's not usually my jive.
Nick "I am not suave" he says while being the suavest mf.
Date: 2024-05-05 09:50 pm (UTC)[Admittedly Nick had gone a little stiff when Hancock started grabbing at him, but given the lack of shouting and burns, he figures his body must have cooled off enough to touch. Hancock's hands catch his hips and, as before, Nick lets the ghoul drag him to wherever he likes.]
Believe we were going slow today, weren't we? Savoring things?
[A task they had failed at already, but who cares?
Now Nick has access to all of Hancock's upper half and he takes shameless advantage.he laces his fingers through Hancock's and brings one arm up, so he can draw lips and teeth over palm, wrist, and up the textured stretch of am arm. At his elbow Nick pauses briefly.]
Let me know if I'm not enjoying you enough. I'm giving it the ol' college try, but there's always room for improvement.
Honestly not even fair dude is unreal
Date: 2024-05-05 10:19 pm (UTC)[ It's a devilish little jab, heavy with breathless appreciation. It's so satisfying, the ease they trade back and forth in moving one another; an unnaturally easy trust disguised in greed and desire. In similar but different ways, they're both pushing each other boundaries, while trusting the other not to overstep.
Nick's not quite hot enough to burn the Ghoul's hands, but almost. Hancock's running the Synth's mechanics not quite hot enough to ignite, but almost. ]
What, this ain't slow? For one thing, we both got pants. Categorically? Still foreplay
[ He watches Nick steal up one of his hands, hazy. The lazy graze of inhumanly hot friction down his skin is absolutely something he could get lost in, high on-- but the attention to the inside of his wrist puts a bit more of his voice into his soft pleasured growl. To the last statement Hancock almost laughs (dizzy, unhindered, audacious), is he serious right now? ]
Yeah nice try, wise guy. I'm not givin' you a cheat sheet. Not with how much you already got me sweatin'. You're a Detective, aincha? So go on, Detect.
[ It is an unabashed, outright dare. ]
Some Gomez and Morticia shit right here.
Date: 2024-05-06 01:42 am (UTC)Now that's an invitation if I ever heard one.
[Challenge accepted. Nick reverses course, dragging and lips and tongue over the underside of his arm, stopping at his wrist to put pressure on those tendons with his teeth. Then, frustratingly, Nick backs up. He rocks up on his knees, both planted firmly on the bed, and shifts, comes around from the foot of the bed so he's perpendicular, settles himself halfway to the pillows and lazily takes Hancock's other arm.
This one he extends fully, winding fingers between Hancock's and locking eyes as he kisses hot and hard toward his shoulder. These are unforgiving, hard and languid, as though Nick has finally gotten a taste of Hancock's skin and wants nothing more than to devour him. He reaches the ghoul's shoulder before long and, as he leans in to graze his lips across Hancock's--
There's a mechanical click and ratchet sound as he cuffs that extended wrist. A moment later, there's another as he fixes that pair of cuffs to the headboard.]
Anything Adams' approved is usually good stuff~
Date: 2024-05-06 02:37 am (UTC)[ Upping the ante is another favorite impulse of the Ghoul's; one he's always riding to new heights and this is no exception. What he doesn't expect is for the execution to happen so fast. It's too easy to let his focus slide, melt and dissolve into the dangerously addictive burn of Nick's deliberate attentions at the tendon of his wrist. That's... new! Hancock has no previous experience to match it-- none of his previous lovers having quite the right combination of temperament and attention to detail to think of going for the Ghoul's wrists.
He's got no idea what Nick's going to do but he's ready to watch every single searing second. His grip on the Synth's hand is fierce, his free hand snaking craven up the center of Nick's back. A string of badly slurred cusses hiss through his teeth as he fights off the urge to nuzzle in close; he doesn't want to push Nick into the red anymore than he has, and it's an odd leash to put on his typically terrible self control.
The click of handcuff gears all too promptly answers Hancock's request; the Ghoul is certainly surprised. It only costs him a few stunned seconds while his mind reels to follow, and rolls between gear shifts. ]
Shit [ He sounds impressed and amused, enticed and enwrapped and skirting the far, distant shores off obsessed. ]... Yeah... gotta be the fastest anyone ever bull's-eyed one'a my requests. Breakin' all kinds'a records tonight, huh? [ he still plays insufferably cool, without the slightest hint of even playful distress from having lost the use of one of his hands. He's still got the other, for the moment, and he doesn't seem concerned with keeping it away from Nick, or not.
The one tell that gives him away is the speedy, insistent drum of his heart inside his ribs. ]
Tru that.
Date: 2024-05-06 03:05 am (UTC)Got a second pair, but I might save them for later.
[As though this pair was going to expire. But really, handcuffing a punk like Hancock had been risky business before he was a ghoul and nowadays he wasn't nearly so benign. Nick has no idea how he'd handle being surprised twice, cuffed with arms wide, nude on a bed, so he gives him a moment to absorb. After that's passed, Nick takes his other hand and brings it to his mouth.
The way Handcock had flexed that hand, gripped him hard and started spitting curse words as he got a little rought with it, well all of that was fair evidence that Nick had been barking up a viable tree. So this wrist gets the same slow treatment, but a much sharper application of teeth. The synth isn't a sadist--jury's out on whether he's a masochist, but sadism just isn't his bag--so application of force is rarely on his short list of activities. With Handcock cuffed up, however, it seems like the ideal time to indulge the more violent shades of the ghoul's preferences.
Those biting kisses move from wrist to elbow to shoulder and end with Nick's face buried in his neck, biting more than kissing, listening for the rattle and strain of those handcuffs in the background. Hancock's been absolutely considerate, giving Nick's cooling fans time to get his temperature down, but as he drags teeth against the corner of Hancock's jaw, his left eye comes back online, and abruptly there are no holds barred.
Nick's skeletal hand creeps under the small of Hancock's back and pulls him close, presses their hips flush and just lets the heat bleed into the man beneath him.]
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Date: 2024-05-06 04:11 am (UTC)[ The Ghoul's fingers twitch under Nick's touch, hinting gluttony for the sensation. He appreciates the moment for adjustment, but knocked for a loop, on his ass, ceiling-for-floor dizzy and off balance is exactly where he likes to be. He's a risk taker, a thrill seeker, but it's not just anyone he'd trust enough to make him tumble so close to something like real vulnerability.
Stripped, and cuffed to a pre-war bedframe, for example. But for Nick, with Nick, he's relaxed above thrilled, heart-hammering a newfound bliss to the tip of every nerve. The attentive, devoted bites to Hancock's wrist are pulling deeper and sharper breaths into his chest; the sensations piling in, pleasurably crushing his senses as they mount. ]
Jesus-- and Detect he did
[ The words tumble out because being a smartass is more familiar than witnessing himself unravel to this intense degree. It's not like the Ghoul doesn't have sex-- it not like he doesn't have good sex, even. But it's nothing like this. He can't even begin to stick meanings to why.
This time when Nick's mouth draws close to his throat, the Ghoul rolls his head to the side and brazenly offers his neck. The rattling of the cuffs is satisfying in the marrow of his bones; the sounds, but also the bite of the metal that will only bruise so hard as he struggles. But Hancock likes to struggle, likes the idea of wearing bruises like bracelets for days. ]
Guess I gotta be more careful... much as I like when it burns, can barely stand not touchin' you everywhere [ Hancock eagerly tangles their legs, a knee locking over the back of Nick's calf. He moves to shift, roll up against the Synth's body but the cuffs catch him half-way. He hadn't forgotten, but the sudden jolt knocks on odd sound from his throat, somewhere between a growl and a frustrated whine. The friction against the Ghoul's pelvis makes the stakes of his arousal painstakingly clear. ]
Nick is going to need to be knocked down a peg after this, he's gonna get smug. (justifiably smug))
Date: 2024-05-06 04:36 am (UTC)You wanna overheat me, just gotta ask. [That's a dangerous promise, Nick knows, but it's true. He'd toe that catastrophic line for Hancock, and probably only for Hancock. The ghoul is mercurial and a sadist, but Nick can't imagine a world where Hancock would just leave him in a heap if he shut down. (Let alone any universe where he'd be parted out after going offline.) It was the highest level of trust for Wastelanders, he knew the ghoul would neither kill him nor allow him to be killed, even at great risk to himself.]
You get good at microsoldering and we can even wave the asking part.
[Describing technical details against a man's juggular, biting and mouthing to his shoulder, is a very odd combination. But they're both more than their fair share of odd. He offers up one last, hard bite to the ghoul's shoulder and then rocks back onto his knees again. His skeletal hand is still spread across the small of Hancock's back and he shifts it under the waistband of his trousers.
He doubts there will be many other opportunities to enjoy full nudity, so he plans on taking in the sights. He reclaims his other hand, if only to make it easier to strip those pants off, and casts them aside. Then Nick moves right back to where he was, except now he knows exactly how to position his thigh to put pressure on the cock beneath him, to give that little bit of friction the ghoul is seeking.
He rocks down, dragging his thigh and pressing his weight against Hancock, chest to chest, arms proping him up at the elbow, and promptly claims his mouth again.]
Justifiably indeed~
Date: 2024-05-06 05:27 am (UTC)Oh, he's definitely learning some microsoldering. Three Guesses which mutual friend knows a thing or two about Robotics
fucking Player Character Stats Bullshit Evaris. Actually the ever resourceful Vaultie had already been corralled by a very demanding Ghoul Mayor into teaching him how to make Robot Repair Kits-- the mechanical equivalent to a stimpak. Good use for fusion cells he's never gunna shoot, who knew? It doesn't seem like the right moment to drop the info though, not with the Synth feeding his fire on a trail of gasoline.Miraculously he manages to shift out of the remainder of his clothing without getting tangled, trapped, or losing his footing. An impressive accomplishment, by how unsteady his limbs feel. It's so very alien to be completely stripped-- he can't even remember the last time he'd worn only skin and air. Even rough haphazard bathing tends to be done in rushed patches, cleaning where the need is greatest and leaving the rest for Later. There's never a need to remove everything, all at once.
Calling it a Need feels accurate now. He clenches his jaw and bites back the urge to repress the full-body shiver that climbs through him; it kicks up strange textures and patterns on his skin, tightening pours and blooming blood vessels in the remnant reaction of goosebumps.
Hancock's fiercely grateful for the kiss that swallows most of the eagerness in his groan; the sound jailbreaks from his throat when Nick's thigh slides against his dick and the friction is too, too addictive. Playing up the rock of his hips to purposefully drive Nick into a frenzy? One thing.
To rut against the synth's leg because Hancock's brain is too pleasure-fried for even an approximation of dignity is... another thing. There's a troubling lag when his brain insists he stop himself (from acting so poorly trained, at least) but then Nick's kissing him hard, and suddenly it's so much more important to grab and hold and pull with the one free hand Hancock has. The ghoul's grip eventually finds a familiar perch at the back of Nick's neck, clings there hard enough to make his own fingers ache. ]
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Date: 2024-05-06 06:23 am (UTC)Oh, but wouldn't it be sweet to drive him to frantic distraction right here? To watch the ghoul come undone against his leg and wring the rest of his energy from him with a round two. How long could he drag Hancock along? Nick's curious but those fingers bite into the silicon on his scalp and Nick's got his own rush of heat to contend with.
He's so glad he showed him that spot, it's going to trigger that memory for a long time.
Nick's definitely overdressed now, no question, but he can't pull away to correct that. No, he barely draws back to let Hancock breathe as he bites hard kisses against his mouth, each spiraling and escalating to new levels of abandon and feverish desire. The only time Nick even parts from him is to glance down and take Hancock's dick in hand.
Silicon (or at least Nick's formulation) slides easier on skin than skin does. His hand glides across that sweat spotted, flushed, textured skin like its been oiled for the purpose. The crawling shiver that prickles through Hancock's skin, the raised reminiscence of goosebumps, it's like a symphony of touch and Nick can't get enough.
Nick's grip on Hancock is tight and he moves it gradually. The pressure of his good hand on the ghoul's cock is unyielding, tensing further as he reaches the head, then loosening just enough so that he can pump back down again. Nick is focused, wringing his cock like a man desperate to feel it pulse under his fingers--because he is.]
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Date: 2024-05-06 06:19 pm (UTC)Having found another comfortable-uncomfortable contradiction to reside between, Hancock finds his senses burning bliss off Nick's state of dress. The Ghoul both wants his partner stripped, and is much enjoying the fact that he's not. The imaginary imbalance implied is perfectly intoxicating. Makes it easy to steal a few more seconds allowing himself to grind for friction against the Synth's clothed thigh.
That, and the ravenous tone of their kiss would have been more than enough, within minor minutes, to blissfully break him. But Nick's got more deliberate attention in mind, and Hancock doesn't bother to swallow the gasp that takes the air out of their kiss as those fingers coil oil-smooth around his cock. It's almost as though Nick's somehow hijacked manual control of the ghoul's breathing; a tight upwards stroke makes his chest swell, and a downwards pump deflates his lungs on a thick throaty groan. ]
How are you so damn good-- [ at this, the end of his statement gets smothered by a heady, half-delirious hiss. The blood vessels, so near beneath the surface of Nick's stroking fingers, seem to fizzle with a rush of warmth as the ready-flesh twitches keenly against the Synth's palm. Later, Hancock might find some slight solace in mirthful complaining; Nick's painting a very poor picture of the ghoul's sexual stamina, here.]
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Date: 2024-05-06 06:44 pm (UTC)I got good inspiration.
[Hancock's one hand is free, gripping the back of Nick's head like he's hanging on for the ride. He's keyed up and close to his limit and Nick is watching with rapt attention. He's ready to capture the video in 4k, and more than a little glad to have both his eyes and depth perception on deck.
Nick draw's back just far enough to get a clear look at Hancock's face, and boy, does he want to say all sorts of things. Hancock looks tortured and delighted, hissing and groaning, sweat pooling in the divots and hollows of his skin.
There's a wealth of sass to be had, here. He could jibe about the apartment, about their mixed state of undress, about how Hancock's dick slides the groove of his palm like they'd been form-fitted in factory--Nick's absolutely spoiled for choice. And yet, in what Nick considers a phenomenal failure of his acerbic wit, the only thing that spills out of his mouth at the sight of Hancock so close? Is quiet, rasped encouragement.]
So close, you can do it--come for me, sweetheart.
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Date: 2024-05-06 08:17 pm (UTC)The ghoul is glad for somewhere to grasp where he can back-burner the reminder to keep his strength restrained. It feels fantastic to grip almost as hard as he can and not worry about breaking the mood by snapping a vertebrae. Not like the Synth doesn't have limits, but they're all out of line with the frailty of mortals. It's not an excuse for outright sadism, but it's more than enough to entice the ghoul to be rough.
Smooth Sonova Bitch; probably could have tipped Hancock overboard with his voice alone. As much as habit and inclination kick at Hancock to say something, anything with just a scrap of wit, create some kind of parry, he absolutely cannot.
All he can do is arch and roar and thrash, thoughts shattered like a sugar-glass kaleidoscope. It's a stark rarity when John Hancock does what he's told, when he's told, to the precise letter. This is one of those rarities. This orgasm has sharper teeth and keener claws than the last Nick had inflicted upon him; it utterly rends the ghoul, relentless.
It's longer, louder, messier. Leaves the ghoul's throat raw and his heart unevenly jack-hammering inside his ribs. Thighs slack, slick; knees braced against trembling.
He goes boneless off the coattails of the aftershocks, no longer straining against the delightful control of the cuffs. He finally relents the grasp at the base of Nick's skull and his clumsy, heavy fingers trace down the approximation of his neck and spine.
He tries to speak. Can't, yet. Dissolves into a puff of self-depreciative chuckles that he's too beat to complete. What he can manage is affectionately thumping his forehead against Nick's, though. Jury's out on if he's got the proper coordination for a kiss; he still can't seem to catch his breath. ]
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Date: 2024-05-06 09:35 pm (UTC)And all of this in even, white electric lighting, framed by a pristine duvet made for one hell of a recording.
He couldn't imagine a honeymoon being this sweet--but that's a thought he ought to shut down before it creeps up on him. Hard to, of course, as he wrings the last jolts of pleasure out of Hancock's dick before letting it go. Hancock doesn't make it easier either, what with his heavy, clumsy hand stumbling over Nick's neck as he gives him that fond stare.]
Gorgeous.
[Hancock's headbutt goes right to Nick's heart and the synth bends down to press a languid kiss against his exhausted mouth. After a beat, Nick draws up, all the way up, and absently fishes into his pants pocket for the keys to those cuffs. His slacks already had a smeared mess of spend on them, what was a little more? Either way they needed laundering.
He uncuffed Hancock in the next moment or two, but left the keys in and the cuffs dangling for the moment. He could retrieve them all later--right now, he wanted nothing more than to return that fond stare.]
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Date: 2024-05-06 10:09 pm (UTC)Maybe it's a small mercy Hancock hasn't yet realized the Synth can actually record him-- even if the logic tracks. The extra, insidious grain of knowing might have tipped his scales hard enough to risk the briefest blip of a blissed-blackout during that ravenous orgasm. Not that Hancock would have the slightest inclination to complain.]
Mmm... [ Is all he can initially manage in reply to Nick's compliment. His rough textured hands move together once the cuff comes off, scraping up Nick's sides and ribs, and pulling him close where there's not a fraction of an inch more to do so. His wrist is nursing an enticing ache and he spares a moment to test and twist it-- glance to where he hopes he'll be lucky enough to see a bruise. Busting up Ghoul skin isn't easy, and he wasn't really trying... but it's a kinky twist on friendship bracelets, anyway. ]
Can I, uh.... return the favor? [ This is where the man's priorities form, just as he's figuring out how to process language again. His breathing is closer to even than not, but still tattered notably, rasping at the very edge as he breaths through his mouth like a tired animal.]
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Date: 2024-05-06 10:29 pm (UTC)Now who's in a hurry?
[Hancock is recovering fast, but Nick's also just enjoying the proximity (and the scenery). He can give the man five minutes before suggesting another round. Also, the pause will give Nick time to figure out a less than crass way to request a cock down his throat and a bit of brutalization.]
I won't object to additional fun and games, but you've given me one hell of a show already. Anything else is icing.
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Date: 2024-05-06 10:54 pm (UTC)If you get me all amped and eager to return the favor, that's on you. Not my fault your impossibly good in bed.
[ He watches Nick through a few quiet moments, mentally carding through conversational topics. He's got a couple things crossing his mind, quietly vying as his breath more or less evens out. ]
Yeah, and I gathered already you ain't wired like a typical guy. Got your own needs, ticks, buttons. [ It must be a perk of his Charisma score that he can take such mundane words and pack them with so much filthy implication]
Gunna have to guide me through what ya like, Slick. Explicit-like. My instincts are good, but you're not like anyone else I've fooled around with. And, far as I'm concerned? Cake's no good without icing.
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Date: 2024-05-06 11:29 pm (UTC)It's absurd to be embarassed right now, but Nick still reaches up to rub the back of his neck as he makes this little admission.]
Explicit, huh? Well...s'pose I should start with how all this feels--just the touching, the data itself, is a rush...doesn't much matter where you're touching, or what the data is. Getting overclocked by a terminal, having my throat fucked clear, getting shocked by a stray circuit?
Information, pleasure...pain, they're all the same in my book.
[Nick lets that hand drop forward a bit and covers his mouth as he clears his throat. It's a pantomime to give that sentence time to sink in, both for Hancock and himself.]
'Fraid the thing that gets me, really, is the romance in between. That makes it...[Fun? Exciting? Pleasurable? Nick searches for a word but can't quite conjure one. He gives Hancock a helpless sort of look and shrugs.] I'm a bit of a sap, at the end of the day.
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Date: 2024-05-07 12:11 am (UTC)Hey, that ain't so different. Just means out wiring is kinda similar. Takin' the thrill outta any sensation... guess I was kinda on track with that masochism comment, huh?
[ Okay, hello brand new embers beneath his gut. That's a thought. ]
Guess it tracks; you look like a guy who goes rough; anyone worth their salt dishes what they take, and takes what they dish...
[ All that and some Romance, huh? That's Nick's secret elixir? The Ghoul can most definitely oblige. In the spirit of that, he reaches up and smooths his fingers down the hard line of Nick's jaw, not quite cupping the side of his face. ]
Guess that makes me a sucker for a sap [ and suddenly his addictions wheel clicks onto 'gamble' and he takes a risky risk. ] Sap with a nice Penthouse, anyway.
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Date: 2024-05-07 12:25 am (UTC)But then he's got textured fingers delicately drawing down his face and he's back to contently staring like the besotted toaster he is. That is, right up until Hancock's admission of fondness crosses straight into crazy town. Nick's brows furrow and he has to retrack, play that memory again in his head, and make sure he isn't just hearin' things. Sap...with a--]
W-what? [Nick is positively gobsmacked, the expression is the same one he wore when he first walked in. He'd figured, at the very best, this would be a fun place for a tryst once or twice but--Hancock was...giving this penthouse--?
To him?
Nick's absolutely tonguetied. He's never gotten a gift of any substance--maybe some trinkets from Piper or Ellie, a stray drawing from one kid or another, but nothing with value. Especially not value like this place had. Nick's fans kick back on as his whole CPU devotes itself to this, but he keeps coming up short--]
You serious?
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Date: 2024-05-07 12:53 am (UTC)Kinda failed spectacularly at showing the place off before ya so successfully loosened my tongue, but... yeah. We're at the main digs, lobby/work area on the bottom floor. Upstairs is big and empty with a tiny kitchen. Useful, if ya happen to employ staff that needs to eat.
[ Now it's Hancock's turn to flip them, but he does it slowly, wrapping Nick in his arms and watching his eyes as he deliberately, not quite delicately rolls them across the duvet. He doesn't press too close upon taking his new position, instead propping himself up on his hands and stealing a few moments to just appreciate what Nick looks like underneath him. He looks like he could get used to the view. ]
... if ya want it, mind [ a quiet murmur.]
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Date: 2024-05-07 01:12 am (UTC)Well...does cut down on walking. Suppose I could set the agency up out here.
[The cool back and forth banter is not within Nick's current capacity, not as his mind races over this place and this gift and what it means. Eventually, he just gives up the ghost and laughs.]
Of course I want it, have you seen this place? I hear the nightstands are mini-fridges.
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Date: 2024-05-07 02:18 am (UTC)And then he's seeing triple sevens.
Nick... likes the idea? Wants the apartment? Doesn't think it's too grand a gesture, too much of an overstep? Guy's been in Diamond City for Hancock's entire life. A permanent change in location is a big step, isn't it? Doesn't it mean a lot?
... Or, hell, maybe he's just thinking about it too hard. Minifridge nightstands, right? It's truly unreal digs, maybe the ghoul underestimated the sheer property value?
Hancock lets the wild grin stain his face while a single finger traces down the dead center of Nick's throat. ]
Then it's all yours, Valentine. I'll stick up a big, red neon heart outside myself.
Nick's very scattered right now, as is to be expected when you give a guy the nicest house ever.
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From:Nick: "I wonder if I'm a masochist?" 5min later:
From:Hancock: please everyone likes getting choked practically vanilla :P
From:choking is wasteland 2nd base
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From:Lmao it's all good, tag whichever is easiest that's fine. (Can you tell I'm listening to Hozier.)
From:My brain slows down on steamy stuff it's not helpful xD;;
From:Given how much of it we write, I feel compelled to apologize.
From:YA GOOD BB Nick can't do much TBH xDDD just S U F F E R ~
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From:I don't have icons for this. I should make more.
From:I don't think they make the correct facial expressions in game xD
From:I'm sure there's a mod for that. There's a mod for everything. Gonna make the cutscenes awkward tho
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From:Quick tag here as I write action elsewhere.
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From:NGL nice to have these two tones of interaction to bounce between
From:Right? Though there are some really disconcerting parallels here at the moment.
From:XD It's accidental foreshadowing?
From:Does it count as foreshadowing if we finish the other one first? LMAO.
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From:Do we call it for interrogation?
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