₀₂∶ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ☠ ⌈ daemon: (ǫᴜᴏᴛʜᴇᴅ) ⌋

[deathkid]

[ the feed opens with a crow's cawing and nico shakes his arm, making the feed bounce as quothed settles there. at first, nico frowns at the bird, and then brightens with a slight smirk. ]

So it's pretty much a supernatural zoo here. We've got vampires and werewolves and incubi. It's kinda strange, because I used to think of them as monsters to kill, but here we're friends.

And I'm wondering something. Does anyone have confirmation from the F.A.T.E.S. that our worlds are rebuilding. Is everything we're doing actually working, or are they lying to us? I want to save my world, save Eudio too, but I'm still skeptical.

Thoughts?


Oh, and before I forget. Vex, Rafa- I have something to tell you guys.

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[deathkid]

[ nico can never get over how much being wanted affects him. he too easily remembers when he thought he'd never be wanted, never be loved, and yet here he is now, not only loved by his boyfriend, but also wanted by others, like wyatt. it makes something hot drop into his stomach and he releases a slow breath before settling a hand atop the one on his chest. slowly, he guides it over each and every scar until he reaches the ones left by lycoan's wolves. it's only then that he pauses, using his other hand to reach out and settle a hand in wyatt's hair.

Then what are you waiting for? [ his voice is but a murmur, but it gets his point across. pulling wyatt further into the apartment, he kicks the door shut and begins leading him towards the bedroom. ]

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt lets Nico guide him, until his fingertips brush jagged scars that feel familiar. He pauses as he takes the shape of them in. He knows what they mean, and his eyes search Nico's face. Wolves had hurt him. Yet here he is, letting a wolf kiss him and touch him.

He shakes his head. ]

Nothing.

[ He pulls his t-shirt up and over his head, before dropping it on the floor. Then he closes the gap between them, his broad, tanned chest pressing against Nico's paler, leaner model. He lets the hand in his hair draw him in, and he moves his own hand round to rest at the back of Nico's neck. The other arm circles his waist, and then Wyatt pulls him in for a firm kiss. His lips are rougher and more urgent this time, his teeth grazing over Nico's lower lip before he presses his tongue into his mouth. This time there's no hesitancy, no uncertainty. He knows why they're both here, and he wants Nico. He wants him badly. ]

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[deathkid]

[ the kiss sears want down nico's spine, making him arch a bit into wyatt as his lips part under an intrusive tongue. it's a bit messy, but no less hot, and nico can't help but want more. wyatt wants him in a way nico loves to be wanted, to be desired, and he keens in his throat as a hand settles on his lower back. ]

C'mon. Bedroom.

[bratpack]

'Kay.

[ Wyatt agrees easily, licking his lips as they part from Nico's. It's difficult to stop kissing him; he wants to do it again right away, and he follows the other boy closely. So closely, in fact, that his hands stray onto Nico's hips, and push him eagerly towards the first door he can see. It might not even be the right one. He just wants his lips back on those lips, and his hips fitting against Nico's. He leans in, nipping his lip with his teeth before kissing him again. ]

You're so good. [ He murmurs, his lips dragging against Nico's while he talks. ]

[deathkid]

[ making a pleased noise in the back of his throat, nico all but purrs as he's pushed against the nearest door. it's not the bedroom, but the momentary distraction has him not thinking about it. when wyatt's mouth strays close enough, he suckles on his lower lip and arches against his body. ]

Mn, you are too. Gods, you're so hot.

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt isn't even looking at the room they stumble into. He just gets them through the door and then pauses, grinning and breathing hard as he looks Nico over. Then he drops to his knees, and runs his hands up along the demigod's legs. They slide up over his thighs before Wyatt leans forward, nuzzling at the bulge on the front of his skinny jeans. His fingers dig into Nico's thighs, pressing eagerly.

Tilting his head up, Wyatt grabs his zipper with his teeth and tugs it sharply down. ]

You mind? [ He says, but is reaching to pulls Nico out of his underwear before he has a chance to speak. ] I want...

[ And he shows him with his mouth, leaning in to lick at the tip of his newly freed cock. Wyatt moans at the taste and wraps his lips around its head, sucking at it and pushing his tongue against the slit. ]

[deathkid]

Fuck-

[ the curse escapes him harshly as wyatt wraps his mouth around his dick. a shudder runs down his spine at the feel and he has to grapple for purchase on something in order to stay standing. that ends up being wyatt's hair and he hopes he doesn't mind, because with the way wyatt's tongue flicks at his sensitive slit, it's a bit hard to think. ]

Gods, gods, yeah. That's good. That's really good.

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt would pay money to hear those sounds coming out of Nico's mouth. Delighted, he presses in and takes him deeper, taking his full shaft into his mouth. Wyatt moans and his eyes roll back while he gets accustomed to the feeling. He works his head up and down, bobbing on Nico's cock and letting his tongue worship his shaft. He traces the lines of his veins, then comes up to focus on his glans and run his lips over his slit. Wyatt has thick, full lips that make it easy to pulse and suck on Nico. With each forward movement, he takes him deeper, until he almost chokes as that tip grazes his throat.

That only makes his own cock jump. Wyatt wraps his hands around Nico's thighs, keeping him there, and he sucks him deeper still. ]

[deathkid]

[ wyatt, fortunately, doesn't have to pay money. all he has to do is keep doing what he's doing now because the feel of it all is making nico's legs shake and tremble. when he feels his cock head hit the back of wyatt's throat, a slew of greek curses escape him. he's definitely got precome leaking from his tip now and it takes everything he has not to buck his hips. his fingers tangle in wyatt's hair and he tilts his head back. ]

Fuuuuck. Fuck, gods, how are you even real?

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt moans loud at the taste of Nico's pre. God, that's good, and it's filling his mouth. Given that his mouth is already full of Nico, some of it is forced to spill over his lips, making him messy and somehow turning him on even more. He has Nico deep enough that his moan vibrates along his shaft even while Wyatt keeps sucking on it. He leans back now, popping his lips off Nico's tip so that he can swallow that pre. Then, with a grin, he pushes his tongue against the wet slit of that cock. ]

You know you're killing me? I could do this all day.

[ Shaking his head, he takes Nico deep again, working his tongue along his shaft. His hand moves up, too, stroking and playing with his balls while he sucks. ]