jesterlies | OPEN POST 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

I certainly hope so.

[He's looking forward to it. He hums a little as Percy traces his form under his clothing, only feeling strangely wanting after he focuses on something else instead.]

[Of course watching him trying and conduct his "research" is just as rewarding. He tries not to laugh too hard as he tries to will away his clothing and comes up with nothing. He leans forward.]

It seems to me something is at odds with your desire, hm? I wonder what it could be.

[He raises a hand and for now, Percy will feel his clothing begin to move, slowly against his skin as buttons begin to undo themselves.]

[ The laugh makes him huff but he's smiling, his nose crunched as he tries to focus. Then sighs to the sensation of buttons tugging - without the pressure of fingers.

Oh that's- that's rather erotic. ]

I'd say 'nuhuh' but what a thin lie that'd be.

[ He keeps his eyes closed to simply experience the feeling of this, his cheeks turning red as his clothing shifts and tugs. After a moment he reaches out again to let his fingers seek along Mavericks clothing in return.

Eyes closed yet, simply to touch and feel as he figures out how to disrobe the other. He wants to take his time, get clothing loosened enough to slide his fingers in. Stroke the tips of them against warm skin as he drags downwards. ]

And you should no, my dear, you're a wretched liar. Always have been!

[But Percy seems to be enjoying this little game, as he tugs and pulls on his clothing using his will over this space. He's very careful how he does it, too, making sure fabric slides along his skin as long as possible before the shirt is discarded, makes the pants inch down slowly.]

[With his hands free, that means Maverick can do what he likes elsewhere. Fingers exploring freed skin while the clothing moves elsewhere, while he gives Percy enough space to do his own research.]

[His clothing in this form is loose, and slides off easy. Just robes loosely hanging from his shoulders. Maverick sucks in a breath at the touch of fingers against his skin, a feeling he hasn't had in a very long time. He's quite reactive, moving so Percy can have as much contact as he likes.]

I'd argue that, but-

[ But he doubts he could save his own skin by lying.

The sensation of fabric dragging across his skin makes him exhale softly, a soft slightly stuttering noise as his skin prickles to the feeling. Then the shirt is gone and he flushes darker. Especially as he feels his pants begin to inch downwards.

Oh, Saints...

The tease is almost too much. Especially as Mavericks hands finally begin to touch and he leans into them, almost needy for the contact. His own fingers twitch a little, falter, as he focuses on the feeling. But Mavericks inhale brings him back and emboldens him.

He shifts in closer, bringing them almost body to body, but leaving enough room so he can keep moving his hands. Flattens his palms against Mavericks chest, feels the warmth and the heart beat that he has here, before letting his hands brush slowly downwards. Over ribs, along his sides, nails dragging lightly.

And he presses a soft kiss to Mavericks mouth as he does. Just to touch there as well, to taste a little more. ]

[With their bodies closer, Maverick's hands trail lower, fingers gliding down the length of Percy's spine as his clothing further pulls and tugs off. They move, almost hungry for every inch of his skin.]

[Maverick meets Percy's mouth with something a bit more urgent, chasing after his lips if Percy begins to pull away. Fangs scrape against soft skin as he pries deeper with his tongue.]

[He feels himself becoming greedy for Percy's skin, and it riles his heart up. Percy will feel it now that they're so close, that his hands grace past his chest, the thumping of anticipation.]

[ The speed of Mavericks heart finally gets a noise out of Percy, along with those fingers that wander down his spine, the teeth that catch at his mouth. A soft almost whimper into Mavericks mouth, then he pulls back. ]

Too slow-

[ He pulls back just a bit further so he can grab Mavericks clothing. Maverick will feel Percy's will surge against his own, fierce, bright, and determined, as Percy tries to make both of their clothing - all of it - simply cease to be. ]

[Maverick makes a sound, something almost like a whine as Percy pulls away from him. No, but his mouth...]

[The desire is heavy in his gaze as he tries to figure what Percy needed to pause them for, his breathing heavy with the soft undercurrent of a growl. He almost chuckles when he realizes Percy is trying to take their clothes off and that sudden force of will, that near hurricane of his want that pushes back Maverick's dominion just enough for it to work-]

[That's a whole new spark as Maverick sits before him naked. The lines of his scars are still present, they will always be part of him, but the scales and feathers dot his body as before, but with a little more prevalence.]

[The amusement through that foggy want chimes all around them and Maverick surges forward, putting his weight against Percy to bring him down, to reclaim his mouth with a need the can hardly articulate.]

[ There.

Percy makes a pleased noise as the clothes fade away under his hands and he's left with Maverick before his gaze again. It's different than before; his skin flushed with color and health, his body filled out more, the scars more vivid and alive.

And the scales and feathers...

Before Percy can get his hands back on him, Maverick is lunging forward and Percy makes a noise as they crash together and he's pressed down. A soft groan through his nose as his mouth opens for Maverick, tongue flicking across his lovers lips, as equally as desiring. Let him in, let him taste you again.

His hands shift and reach up to dig into Mavericks hair, nails scratching against his scalp as he takes a tight hold, tilting his head to angle the kiss to make it fierce. Biting and hot as he shifts a knee to slide it aside, his thigh rubbing up against Mavericks in turn. His heart thunders against Mavericks, pounds in his ears, as he inhales Mavericks scent and breath. ]

[Their thighs press together and Maverick growls into Percy's mouth. His kiss grows more wanting, more aggressive as fangs begin to pull at skin, as he desperately tries to drink him dry. His hips roll down, slotting them together as Mavericks hands slide under him, hold possessive.]

[It wakes something in him that hasn't been alive for some time, those Vampiric instincts of his that have been buried since his ascension. They make him hunger in a way he hasn't felt ages, how he needs to taste Percy inside and out.]

[His mouth trails away from his lips, kissing and sucking at the corner of his mouth, along his chin, before he hovers over Percy's neck.]

[His breath is hot and heavy against skin.]

Percy...

[It's asking permission, but its spoken like he's starving.]

Edited 2026-01-09 08:55 (UTC)

[ The growl sends hot shudders up his back, makes his breathing coming out in quick little pants as his body responds. His muscles jump as Maverick slots their hips together and he moans, muscles twitching as pleasure flares. He arches his back a little to press them tighter together, leg curling around Mavericks hips to keep them down tight together.

The kiss breaking lets him pant, though he technically knows he doesn't need to here, and his fingers slide down through that soft hair. Trace along the back of Mavericks neck and down his back, nails scratching long and slow. And he swallows hard when he feels the mouth at his neck, feels the pause.

Hears the need that makes his arousal twitch and jump. ]

Seamus...

[ It's soft, breathed out, and he tilts his head to the side and his chin up. Offers his neck, his pulse throbbing wildly there. ]

Yes...

[His hips roll gently, with Percy's movements as he arches and squirms. It quickens his own breath, his own pounding hard as he hovers over that pulse. As his mouth goes dry and his hot blood rushing into his mouth is all he can think about.]

[Then Percy tips his head, bares his neck for him, and such a wild look comes across his face as dips down, fangs out, and plunges them into Percy's neck.]

[He moans as fresh witches blood fills his mouth, and he drinks- not forcefully, but with pleasure, coaxing blood with his tongue and lapping what threatens to spill.]

[ The teeth in his neck stings, makes him gasp in surprise, his fingers curling to clutch and drag at Mavericks back. Then the burn fades as he feels the tongue working at his skin, his eyes fluttering closed as he swallows again.

It shouldn't feel so good, he thinks. It shouldn't feel like it's not his neck Mavericks mouth is on. His hips rock and move in quick jerks, grinding up against Maverick as he feels the drag and pull with every beat of his heart. Is this part 'real'? Is Maverick drinking him down?

There's a small part that hopes he is. Drink.

Reaching between them, he circles his hand around them both, squeezing down so their movements grind them together rougher, harder. ]

A-ah... Seamus... take what you want!

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