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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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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.
Date: 2024-05-07 02:36 am (UTC)He's glad to have that finger tracing down his throat, it's a single thread in the chaos of his processing and Hancock tugging on it makes all those other processes unravel. There's a time and place to figure all this out and right here, right now isn't it.]
Damn--I don't know what to say--
[Thank you feels a little lacking. Nick would kiss him but, well, they just were and will be again. He has nothing of even remotely similar value to give Hancock in return and, even if he did, he doubts the ghoul would accept it. Nick's expression can't help but go a little sheepish.]
Not that uh, I only mean this as a "thank you," or anything, and I do mean that: thank you... But I suppose now's as good time as any to admit: I was tryin' to figure out a polite way to ask you to choke me on your cock.
You know, assuming you're done looking like a painting, just reclining on my bedspread--shit, that's a weird thought. Mine? Hah.
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Date: 2024-05-07 02:59 am (UTC)You don't gotta say anything; you and me? We're golden
[ Still, he's not gunna stop a guy from painting him a word picture. Nick takes the awkward, wordy route into a thank you-- and then torpedos the ghoul's inclination to rib him with the sinker of his statement. Oh, is that all?
The finger down Nick's throat is suddenly a binding fist at the base of his neck. The Synth doesn't actually need to breathe, so the action is more for the flash of it, and for the gritty bliss of ruthlessly grabbing at a jugular, or the approximation of. The feel of command and control is so good, even if the little details don't exactly fall in line.
The ghoul lets his weight drop again, this time settling straddled just above where the Synth's navel would be. ]
Don't act like you don't know how'ta be polite. It's easy.
[ One hand like a cruel vice on Nick's throat, the other a stark contrast in soft affection, knuckles brushing Nick's cheek.]
Just. Say. Please.
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Date: 2024-05-07 03:18 am (UTC)When he comes back to himself, Hancock is astride his stomach, knees flanking his ribs. Nick gasps again but the gesture fails, just ends up as a rippling convulsion of of his diaphragm and chest. Nick's fans are going top speed, but without his jacket they aren't utterly blocked. Even sunk into the duvet, he maintains the better part of his temperature.
The knuckles brushing his cheek have his eyes fluttering closed and his throat working, trying to swallow around the obstruction and failing. His hands shift and settle against the outsides of Hancock's thighs, resting with a tenderness in exact opposition to the strength crushing his throat into his gears--goddamn--and Hancock thought Nick was a quick study?
Nick hasn't got an ounce of air available to speak, but he mouths the word obediently, nonetheless.]
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Date: 2024-05-07 03:57 am (UTC)Nothing about the way Nick makes him feel makes any sense at all. ]
Sshhh... [ His softer hand slides a single finger across Nick's lips, punctuating his request with a too-sweet shushing motion. It's more for show than anything-- actually Hancock adores each and every new noise he discovers means pleasure for Nick. But, romance, Nick had said. ] I gocha [ his crushing grasp lets up for a split second-- enough to shift the pressure from the pads of his fingers to the crescents of his nails. He could lift Nick by the throat if he wanted to, just like this. But for the moment, the ghoul keeps him pinned. ]
Hmm? Can't hear ya [ Hancock is aware he can't keep this up for too long, but he's greedy for as much of it as he can steal. He likes the Synth underneath him far too much to be forever trapped with only a few minutes to savor before the guy bursts into flames. ]
You can gimme a few more seconds, can't ya? Wanna see if your eyes roll back [now it's both of the Ghoul's hands that close on either side of Nick's throat; something a few fractions tighter would be less cruel, but the explicit amount of pressure is (a best guess) at aiming to keep Nick right at the point where it feels like a hard, desperate enough attempt to inhale might just draw in a scrap of breath.
The kiss he grazes across Nick's lips is almost mockingly chaste; an excuse so the Synth can feel Hancock's lips move and shape his words. ]
I'll lecha have a nice big breath before I fill that request'a yours, slick. Just wanna watch you writhe a couple more beats. Ya did such a good job stringing me out, and stringin' me up... [ his tongue swipes lewd across the synth's lips. ] but seein' you, like this? Fuck is my blood gettin' hot all over again
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Date: 2024-05-07 04:27 am (UTC)A few more seconds? He could take however long he needed.
Hancock wants to see his eyes roll back? That won't be hard for the ghoul to pull off.
With both those hands bracketing his throat, Hancock's managed to bring the tattered edges of Nick's neck back together. That particular circuit hasn't connected in years and the sudden jolt, the renewed influx of information, has Nick gasping desperately again. He convulses, eyes rolling back, and an arches his neck up into Hancock's grip. Between Hancock above him and the bed below, Nick is practically writhing--his hands grip harder on the ghouls hips but he's careful not to do anything that could be construed as legitimate resistance.
He tries breathing again. The pressure on his neck and his chest make it tricky but, unlike a human, Nick can keep trying indefinitely.
It's like breathing through a coffee-stirrer and it never gets easier. Nick's left pulling and pulling against the pressure, diaphragm siezing, and mouth agape like a fish out of water. The strain on his internals is achingly perfect and only made better by the mouth against his, prasing him for their previous tumble. Then Hancock's tongue suddenly sweeps over his lip and has him dropping frames. It's a new sensation unlike all the rest and promptly takes up it's own thread in his rapidly dwindling processing.
Beneath his hands, Nick groans, and the vibrations of his voicebox judder uselessly against Hancock's fingers.]
Hancock: please everyone likes getting choked practically vanilla :P
Date: 2024-05-07 05:02 am (UTC)Gunna have to get you a collar, Nicky. Gettin' far too accustomed to watchin' you choke
[ The ghoul looks pleased, almost proud when Nick finally manages to find the tiniest draw of air being left for him. A human would most certainly be suffocating-- but Hancock's attention is tuned to what he can feel under his hands, to the way Nick's chest jolts and the sounds of his struggling, stuttering machinery. ]
That look on your face is just too damn sweet... [ his teeth sink into his own bottom lip, his growl savoring and unravelling. The synth's mouth stretched open is far too tempting an invitation to ignore. And Hancock is hard now; harder than he should be, considering the events of the evening. But he got so spun up on his new understanding of Nick's senses, the not-quite, but close-enough masochism that stirred awake something in the Ghoul that doesn't ever feel full satisfaction no matter now desperately it's quenched. Usually sadism is a bottomless pit.
Usually.]
Alright... ready? I'm lettin ya up now...
[ But he doesn't, not right away; instead he steals moment after moment of tracing the creases where the shreds of Nick's throat touch together, with the hot humid tip of his tongue. ]
choking is wasteland 2nd base
Date: 2024-05-07 05:22 am (UTC)The hands on Hancock's hips are the only real method of conversation available to Nick at the moment, but even when he jerks they don't tense further. If anything, after he catches back up, they seem to consciously relax.
Nick's eyes are half lidded, staring at Hancock like he's drunk. He is, for a given value of it. His head is swimming and his limbs are uncoordinated. He can't quite find purchase with his socked feet against the bedspread, but the motion is just an absent one either way.
When Hancock finally lets the pressure off his throat, the first thing that happens is Nick saying a ragged "Please". Then, once he has, he gasps down a lungfull of air.
At this rate, just feeling Hancock on his tongue is going to tip Nick over into a systems crash. Hancock has managed to move Nick from a comfortable neutral state to right at the edge of the cliff in, what? Three minutes? It's literally blowing his mind.]
For realz. Also tagging this first because it takes longer for my brain to process ^^;;
Date: 2024-05-07 07:27 pm (UTC)That 'please' off the synth's lips is just too pretty; it hits Hancock like a control command; his grasp on Nick's throat fiercely fastens and for a few blaring moments, the ghoul traps Nick in a demanding, biting kiss.
But the next moment he's drawing back, climbing down the bed and reversing himself into a seated position on the metallic desk set a few feet back from the foot of the bed. He lounges there like the impromptu seat is a throne, knees expectantly slack as he beckons Nick over with the meaningful curl of a single finger.
With sharp gestures of command, he also directs the Synth to kneel in front of him. ]
C'mere, gorgeous. On your knees, nice and slow. [ He takes a deliberately steady breath through his teeth. ] That's right... now. Eyes closed. Open that pretty mouth for me.
Lmao it's all good, tag whichever is easiest that's fine. (Can you tell I'm listening to Hozier.)
Date: 2024-05-07 07:59 pm (UTC)Hancock perches himself on the desk, on Nick's desk, and the image is one that requires a moment of admiration. He beckons and damned if Nick isn't on his feet the next second, stumbling over, balance struggling to catch up as his processors drop back to baseline.
He doesn't even think to contest the new nickname--gorgeous? He almost feels like it as he obeys, eager as anything to drop to his knees like a penitent in front of the ghoul. When he does, bent in supplication between Hancock's knees, his expression is bordering on love-struck adoration.
Nick's hands slide up Hancock's legs, tracing that textured skin with something close to reverence, eventually coming to rest on his knees. His mouth falls open and, despite his wanting to keep his eyes open, he dutifully closes them.]
My brain slows down on steamy stuff it's not helpful xD;;
Date: 2024-05-07 08:26 pm (UTC)But he is. Glancing across Nick's desk, Hancock is carnally delighted to spot a damn near pristine polaroid camera peeking out from behind the computer. Oh, fuck yes. Hancock snatches the thing with record speed, leaving Nick with only the sounds of his motions to go off of. ]
Hold still now [ Hancock purrs, one hand snatching Nick by the chin and tipping his head up half an inch. There's a short, ill-defined quiet before the telling click and flash of the polaroid camera. ]
Look so damn good like this, Slick. Feelin' inspired to start a personal collection here...
[ Despite Nick's playful accusations about Hancock being in a rush, the ghoul sure seems content in dragging out the moments. His fingers curl under Nick's jaw and his thumb swipes smooth across the Synth's bottom lip; taking the familiar action a little further Hancock presses his thumb inward, invading Nick's mouth and deliberately stroking his tongue.
The camera clicks and flashes again, another photo fluttering onto the desk's surface. ]
Given how much of it we write, I feel compelled to apologize.
Date: 2024-05-07 08:39 pm (UTC)His mind is racing, though, drawn out of his submission by a thrill of panic. Not that Hancock was taking pictures of him, that was hardly an issue, but that the ghoul had somehow caught him out for the video he'd logged a few minutes ago. It was impossible, of course, but the thought rattled through his conscious mind like a loose bolt, snapping him out of his adoring haze and back to reality.
The swipe across his lip has Nick's focus again. When Hancock presses that thumb into his mouth, against his tongue, Nick finally gives into the temptation to open his eyes. They flutter back open to stare up at Hancock just as he presses that shutter button. The camera flash is brilliant but his own eyes calibrate quickly in the wake of it. There's precious little Nick can do to hurry the ghoul along, contrarian that he is, but he doesn't hesitate to close his lips around that digit and suck it.
It may not have been hitting his every button, but it certainly hit a few.]
YA GOOD BB Nick can't do much TBH xDDD just S U F F E R ~
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