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burstmodes) wrote2019-12-19 08:48 am
burstmodes) wrote2019-12-19 08:48 am
burstmodes) wrote2019-12-19 08:48 am
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[Event Shit]
I need you to come home. Like. Right now.
Please.
[It's been a wild day. Starting with the weird amount of attention he's been getting whenever he leaves their place, the random thoughts he's been having that aren't his own, and how badly he wants attention. It's more than usual (and usual was excessive already. Nero is afraid of the trouble he'll get up to if he doesn't scratch this very particular itch right away.
As soon as Prompto comes in he's going to get jumped on. Nero's going to fish his junk out of his pants and they're going to-- What the heck is going on? He paces around to keep his mind off of exactly that, but the second he hears the doorknob turn, he's in the doorway, pushing himself against his boyfriend and indeed trying to get into his pants like he's looking for buried treasure.]
Take these off. We don't need these.
[He mumbles to himself between kisses and ruffling of fabric as he tosses what was once Prompto's belt over his shoulder.]
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what do you mean??
tell me when i get there
[ Which doesn't take long considering, and Prompto's actually panting when he pushes the door open, peering around inside for Nero. He's not prepared for the weight of a body against his or the hands that immediately go for his pants, stumbling a little until he's pressed back against a wall. His hands go for Nero's shoulders to try to stabilize them both, but a soft sound leaves him the second a palm presses between his thighs, hips pushing for more contact before his brain kicks in. Wait. What's happening? ]
H–hey. I thought you said something was wrong...
[ Not that he's really complaining, but also, he thinks something's up. Maybe Nero's experiencing what all the other moonblessed are? He'd noticed people acting strangely over the course of the day, but he'd only figured it was a moon thing and not something else. But he only vaguely remembers that there isn't a phase near the end of the month, and his fingers slide up into Nero's hair as he loops his arms around him in an effort to slow him down. He likes when they do things like this, the quickies between the nights they spend together, but sometimes, taking their time is worth it too. ]
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Everything's wrong. This isn't right.
[He sounds like he's speaking between moments of lucid and coherent thought and not the heat-induced need to have Prompto all over him. Since he's not used to the feeling it's easy to mistake for his usual horniness, but it's not quite the same. It's only when Prompto tries to slow him down just a bit.]
I think I'm Iris now..somehow. [It's about as close as he can get to explaining what the strange need is like. At least on a physical level. Emotionally he just wants Prompto to touch him and love him and make him feel like he's important. Which is why his hands grab the other set to place them on his face so he can nuzzle into them.]
I just..need you to love me right now. A lot. And really hard, you know?
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[ His brain is barely keeping up with his body, already arching closer and wrapping his arms around Nero to keep him steady. If this was Iris, there would be more to it than that desperate need for someone, and from the sounds of all the stuff that's been going on the last few days, he'd wondered if Nero was going to be okay. Because Prompto was Iris, he hasn't had too much trouble recognizing the signs and trying to keep them to himself; even if being out and around other people had been somewhat difficult. Had Nero gone out? Not that he has room to really think about that, intent on coaxing Nero close to kiss his nose. ]
Come on. We've got stuff in the bedroom.
[ Since trying to mess around by the door won't really be all that satisfying if they fall, and anyway, Prompto sort of wants to be the lead on this. He takes Nero's hand and drags him towards their room, helping him haphazardly undress as they make their way there. Another non-Iris sign is the fact he isn't wet the way Prompto is during the moon, and since it's not the moon... He kisses him again, urging him towards the mattress. ] Get undressed. Tell me what else you want.
[ Since that seems the easiest route to go right now. ]
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[Stuff in the bedroom could mean only one thing. They're dipping into that lifetime supply of lube they've managed to acquire from a previous event that I don't really recall the exact details of. What was more concerning than the alarming amount of lube they had was how Nero was going to manage to explain what it was he was craving. It wasn't a particular thing, it was a feeling. Those were always tricky for him to put into words that made sense to other people.]
Yeah, that's a good idea.
[He heads for the bedroom, dragging his boyfriend along behind him as he tries to sort himself out. It's not working. All he can think about is sex. Being pinned down, trapped, but willingly so. Nails on skin. Hair pulling. Biting. Nothing about that was at all close to the things he usually wanted. It's how he knows for sure something is going on.
Once inside he sits on the bed, his hands balled into fists just to stop himself from trying to pull Prompto to him to hurry. He's not used to any of this. Not knowing what else to do with his hands, he pulls his shirt off, putting it down beside him, and his sweat pants come off just as easily to reveal that he's very aroused and the skin all over body is flushed and warm to the touch, but he doesn't feel like he has a fever.]
What if I'm sick, and I give you whatever I have?