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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: 2024-05-05 02:04 am (UTC)The contrasting temperatures of Nick's hands over his shirt pull a long tattered sigh from the Ghoul's chest, lifting and sinking his ribs beneath the exploratory touch. His eyes shut and his head tips back a small fraction as he soaks in the pure tactile bliss.]
Well... guess I'm hopin' you do a little more than stare [ it takes some shifting of his weight for Hancock to be able to set his hands on his own buttons beneath the ruffles of his shirt. Perhaps in spite of his own eagerness, the Ghoul slows his pace and plucks open the buttons one by one. Sliver after sliver of skin greets the open air, until Hancock can peer down and watch exactly what Nick's hands look like, coasting along his torso. It looks good-- enough to cost him a few seconds before the next smart-ass thing tumbles out of his smirking mouth.]
Not that I could blame ya if that's all ya manage. I am pretty damn breathtaking, n'all
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Date: 2024-05-05 02:23 am (UTC)His movements crawl as Hancock undoes the front of it but, even so, he finishes first. It's no chore, though, reaching up through that parting fabric to draw fingertips over his stomach. Watching Hancock move above him, watching the small shifts as muscles in his core, his side, neck and chest move, is a sight that Nick takes in greedily.
It's a dirty trick, sitting on him as Hancock has. He can't quite sit up and he's not close enough to kiss anything. It makes him all the more aware of what his hands are doing--and what one of them is feeling.]
You really are.
[That was meant to be sass, a cheeky bit of agreement. It came out as a soft statement couched in the gravel of Nick's voice, so sincere that the neutral expression Nick usually wears is revealed for the fond look that it actually is.]
Too far away for a slow dance, though.
*/takes a loooooooooooooooooooong hit of Chem Pie
Date: 2024-05-05 03:04 am (UTC)Tryin' make me blush? Not sure that's-- [ his voice catches slightly as Nick's hand wonders low, dipping dangerously below his navel.] --on the table, with my Ghoulish [ said like 'Girlish'] complexation.
[ He's caught between Too Many Desires again; wanting to melt onto Nick and kiss him until he can't breathe, wanting to shift his position and roll the back of his thighs against Nick's lap to eagerly prop open a thigh under the threat of those wandering fingers, and--
Well, he can do the thing that will take the least amount of time, first.]
Ya want me closer, huh? Alright...
[ He's moving again, shifting his weight until it's spread evenly across his own knees and Nick's lap. The way it lends him the freedom of motion to lift and drop his hips is largely frivolous-- but maybe it doesn't feel that way, to someone with at least a couple memories that should fall in line.
There's a notable amount of heat coming off of Hancock's bare chest as he drapes himself over his partner once more. His breath is too hot, too ragged all of the sudden against the Synth's ear; his hips rock through a subtle, but shamelessly lewd pantomime. Missing hardware? No worries-- Hancock will burn them both on the mere idea of what could be.
His loaded groan trails through the moments, so distorted it's almost not recognizable as the Synth's name. ]
LMAO
Date: 2024-05-05 03:23 am (UTC)Nick's never been so hot and bothered as he is right now--he's barely running any data but his processors are chugging. He feels like he ought to be panting, sucking down air like he's running a marathon, with Hancock writhing and making the show that he's making. Nick's hands settle at his hips, just to feel the flexion of his pantomime. He turns his head to get a look at Hancock's face but, abruptly, his left eye flashes a warning and then cuts out entirely.
What? That only happens when he's--]
Ah, shit.
[Nick quickly tilts his head away from Hancock's mouth and grips his hips. It's quick, hurried, and direct the way he takes hold and flips them on this impossibly comfortable, cushy bed. Reversing their positions drops the ghoul into the spot Nick had just occupied and it's a stunning contrast to the room around them. The blankets are hot like they'd just moved the iron away and Nick's fans, unblocked, are hitching and struggling under his coat.]
Just a second, sweetheart--
[Nick is knelt on the bed just between Hancock's legs and he reels back to hurriedly strip off his coat. The change in temperature when he does is severe and Nick sighs as his core temperature stops rising. His left eye is still throwing an error, but it'll come back online in a moment. Crisis averted, Nick tosses his coat on the bed and takes a deep breath.]
So hot you got me ready to catch fire. What a show.
I need something to anchor my soul to the mortal plane xD
Date: 2024-05-05 03:56 am (UTC)He was about to say-- something more intelligible than nothing, but the next thing Nick says finally successfully knocks the language right out of the Ghoul, for at least a few seconds. It's an undeniable record scratch moment that leaves Hancock with his mouth hung open for a split second, staring up at those electric-yellow eyes like some liquid bliss just hit his bloodstream. 'Sweetheart'... he likes that off Nick's lips just as much as 'Johnny'.]
Y'alright? [ He finally realizes the heat clinging to the sheets is actually not coming from his own body and-- yeah, iron-hot is right. It doesn't hurt but it makes him realize he should, maybe, at least strip Nick off a bit before playing that particular tune. ] There I go, gettin' over-zealous again...
[ Ah, but, while he's here... Hancock sinks into the insanely plush mattress, lounging lavishly while sipping on the sight of Nick looming over him. Hot, disheveled, de-coated. Now it's Hancock's turn to take his time reaching for and fixing his own hand, just right, as though he doesn't have much better things to be doing with his hands. ]
Thought I might indulge ya [ Hancock come on it was very self gratifying ] Not that the views bad from where I'm sittin', either.
Nick just casually throwing out the heart clenching pet names.
Date: 2024-05-05 04:24 am (UTC)[Nick's mind is clearing as he gradually cools down, but now that he's got Hancock spread out over the blankets, lounging like the big cat Nick always compares him to, he can pay proper tribute to the ghoul. Nick shifts so his other knee is next to Hancock's hip, one of his thighs straddled, and leans over, caging Hancock in without resting down on him.
His eye's still out, so he knows his head is hot enough to burn if he isn't careful, which means nuzzling in return is straight out. He might be able to get away with mapping him out with his mouth and that thought appeals just as well. Nick decides to just carry on paying quiet tribute, keep the game going until Hancock shifts things.]
Tell me if it's too hot. Don't want to go burnin' you.
[His warning is chased by his leaning in and brushing a soft kiss against the space right by Hancock's mouth, then his chin, and then the skin across Hancock's throat. He drags his lips, just barely grazing, and travels idly down to his adam's apple, then to the pit of his neck.
Once his gradual path is done, he shifts back up, puts his weight on the hands bracketing Hancock's head, and maps along his jaw, tracing more featherlight kisses from his pulse to the top of his shoulder. Nick savors this, romantic that he is. He may not be able to sell something lewd as well as Hancock can, he's too straightlaced, but he can do this and do it well.
Each of Nick's passes stop when he hits fabric, he's in no rush and Hancock wanted the full evening. It's more than enough to worship what peeks out of his open shirt, and worship Nick does. Hancock's still the boss here, the mantle is his so long as he wants it, and Nick being above him doesn't necessarily change a thing...except, perhaps, perspective.
The new fall of shadows and light across the ghoul is just as charming as the last, so Nick has no complaints.]
He doesn't know how hot he is xD
Date: 2024-05-05 05:13 am (UTC)Far as he knows there's only one way to make his face go red red.And then Nick's mouth is just on the shy side of too-hot, like a dull knife's edge that had been under a tongue of fire. It startles and confuses Hancock's nerves in a damn delicious way; intense pleasure overcutting the softest suggestion (or idea) of pain. ]
Yeah, this ain't the sound'a me complainin'. [ At least his skin is too strong to go red from the heat-- a testament to how sturdy built the Ghoul is, how much punishment he can take without the barest hint of effort. In this case, it's only fair Hancock feel the results of the overheating he caused his reckless-damn-self. ]
Shit, is the light in one'a your eyes out? Is that cuz'a me? [ He would really and truly be more concerned if Nick wasn't-- well, still so attentively worshipping him. He trusts the Synth to be able to handle himself, but it's also a tick he hasn't noticed before, even with a keen eye for details. ]
hancock was so hot nick went temporarily blind
Date: 2024-05-05 05:30 am (UTC)Tends to detatch partially if I overheat. 'S a decent warning system.
[Nick's not terribly bothered by it, not in the safety and seclusion of the penthouse, not with Hancock here with him. This is fairly obvious given how lazily he travels along Hancock's body.]
When it cools off it'll come back.
[Nick slows his pace once he moves to Hancock's chest, kissing with less chastity, still straddling the line of too hot, regardless of how hard his fans work.]
Might take a minute, this time, seeing how I don't plan on stepping away anytime soon.
[He glances up, along Hancock's body, and tests a biting kiss as he watches the ghoul's face.]
Not unless you tell me to.
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Date: 2024-05-05 05:31 pm (UTC)His hands reel through the air and grab at nothing, just the emptiness at either side of Nick's head. The Ghoul aches to grab and cling and pull-- but he's more cautious of actually overheating the Synth than burning his own hands. Obviously the call had been close-- Hancock can't recall ever seeing the light go off behind one of Nick's eyes. ]
Guess I better dig it while I can-- not selfish enough to overheat ya just cuz I like when your mouth gets so damn hot
[ His fingers bite restlessly into the comforter at either side of his own head, because he has to hold onto something; his spine bends to appreciatively press upwards while Nick's mouth drifts lower down his chest. He likes holding the Synth's gaze, watching him watching, but he can't keep steady enough beneath that experimental press of teeth. ]
Don't you dare [ Once again between this and that Hancock finds himself balanced perfectly on the razor's edge between a growling command and a demanding plead. He's mildly surprised to hear his own voice compose quite like that-- a pretty rare occasion, not quite as common as a blue moon. ]
Not gunna happen [ Feels like a better take on the tone of his answer, the growling amendment coming off the hint of a sheepish smirk. ]
Not Nick doing quick calculations about how he can get this hot and not reball his systems.
Date: 2024-05-05 06:29 pm (UTC)Naturally, the lazy kissing involves more contact after that, just to let Hancock enjoy the anomaly, but not an ounce more giddyup. He likes eye contact, but watching Hancock arch and grip the duvet by his head in mixed frustration and pleasure is just as good. It's made all the better when Nick notices the sheen of sweat gathering across his chest.]
Not to besmirch your drip, but I'm low on space and you seem a little warm yourself. Want any help getting out of it?
[Idly, Nick undoes the knot in Hancock's flag belt. He doesn't remove it, or bother with his pants beneath it, just...a suggestion.]
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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From: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
From:For realz. Also tagging this first because it takes longer for my brain to process ^^;;
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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