vatheon | Goodies and trinkets and rumpets and bobs!

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Goodies and trinkets and rumpets and bobs!

Who: Equius Zahhak and Gamzee Makara, with possible guest appearances by Darkleer
Location: The Hive of Inappropriate Touching and Hugs
Time: Backdated to Christmas morning
Style: STRONG and cLoWnY
Status: Closed

[Equius has been in Vatheon long enough to know that when the locals insist on you doing something, it's best to just listen and do what they say. So he dutifully hung up a stocking (a long, pin-striped one), although he's still not quite sure why, and made out with his matesprit under some mistletoe, and found some gifts for his friends. Then he curled up in bed like normal and went to sleep.]

[Which he still would be--asleep, that is--were it not for the sudden introduction of a heavy, feathery butt on his head and loud, excited kwehing in his ear. It seems the chocobos are awake and worked up about something.]

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[Equius leans right back, enjoying the feel and taste of Gamzee on his lips. This is lovely, exactly what he wanted this morning, and he can feel the slippery metal of the necklace with Gamzee's sign against his skin.]

Maybe... maybe we should go inside?

Hmm? Sure.

[Gamzee reaches for all the clubs, captchalogueing them together on one card in his sylladex. These babies are getting nowhere near his strife deck.]

Wanna leave Darkleer here?

[As if on cue, Darkleer warks loudly and goes charging across the yard, intent on catching something only he and his little chocobo brain can see.]

Definitely.

[Equius stands up, his lips still tingling from Gamzee's kiss, and offers a hand.]

[Gamzee grabs his hand, using it to pull himself upright --seriously, like pulling himself up by a rock ledge-- leaning into his body.]

Aight. Seems like our lil featherbro is all amusing his wicked self anyway.

[That he is; Darkleer is currently hard at work tearing up one of the flower beds and letting the whole neighborhood know he's doing so at the top of his voice.]

[Equius shivers, just a little, as Gamzee leans against him.]

Maybe... maybe we could... go watch some movies or something?

[And by "watch movies," Equius means "make out on the couch."]

[What a coincidence; Gamzee loves watching movies on the couch.

By which we mean watching motion pictures depicting certain fictional events while seated on a comfortable piece of furniture.

But he also enjoys sticking his tongue down Equius's throat.]

Whatever you all want. Maybe one of your new ones?

[Well, Equius was trying to be subtle with his depiction of forecoming events, gosh!]

Mmmmm... no, not one of the new ones.

[He actually wants to watch those!]

How about one of your movies?

Sure, if that is what gets your glad on.

[Gamzee is cool with anything. His mind sometimes wanders anyway, only returning once the movie is close to ending.]

All right, good.

[Not that Equius has any intention of watching the movie. Most of the time, it's Gamzee who makes the first move in their makeout sessions on the couch. Today, it's pretty much all Equius can do to keep from making out with him right now, on the back porch.]

Shall we, then?

[He heads inside, making a beeline for the couch.]

[and hey, that is fine with Gamzee. The miracle of DVDs is that you can just start them all over again if you end up getting a little too hot and heavy during.

While Equius plants himself on the couch, Gamzee goes to paw through the stack of DVDs. It takes him only a few moments to select one and start it up, grabbing the remote, as he makes his way over to plop down onto the couch next to Equius.]

There we go.

[And once they're both deposited on the couch, Equius doesn't even pretend to watch the movie, instead leaning right in for some serious sloppy makeouts. He's feeling very happy and very loved right now, and that is destroying his cool highblood persona; all he wants is some affection and physical expression of how very, very happy he's feeling.]

[Oh! Sloppy make-outs!

Gamzee tosses the remote over his shoulder, immediately leaning into the kiss. He's a little surprised, he can't lie! Equius is not usually this forward, but it is not a bad thing. slinging one arm around his shoulders, he pulls himself closer, his other hand resting against Equius' chest, against the necklace he can feel through his tank top.]

[Equius kisses Gamzee back enthusiastically, putting his arms up and around him as best he can, even though he ends up gripping his own forearms to keep his hands busy. He just loves kissing his matesprit so much, and even though they've just begun, the way Gamzee is touching his chest makes him think of Halloween, and what they'd done in that hallway, and he moans a little and breaks a fresh sweat.]

[Gamzee doesn't even notice the sweat anymore. Equius is nearly always kinda damp, but growing up on a beach, he was used to wet. He shivers a little at the soft moan, tilting his head to press into the kiss a bit better, deepening it. His eyes slide shut, a soft, content sound rumbling in his chest as he curls his fingers on the fabric of Equius' shirt, gripping it.]

[Equius hums quietly, trying to shift around enough to coax Gamzee into his lap. He suddenly really wants to feel Gamzee's thighs pressed down on either side of his, the comforting weight of his matesprit on his lap, and those hands on his chest.]

[Gamzee responds to the coaxing, sliding onto Equius' lap. His legs call to either side of him, bent at the knee as he leans close. His mouth slides languidly against Equius', one hand still resting against his chest while he lifts the other to play idly with his hair.]

[And damned if Equius isn't practically purring already, arching his back forward to push his chest into Gamzee's hand. He's not quite sure how this works out, that they always end up having crazy, intense makeout sessions on human holidays, but he's not complaining. At this point, he's going to become a devout Humanist, just to celebrate all their holidays.]

[All of them. From every religion. Even the internet ones.

Gamzee presses a bit closer, his chest pressing against Equius' as he slides his hand up around his neck. He nips at his lower lip for a moment, before he slides his tongue over it. Being bare-faced as he is, for once there isn't the inevitable smudging of face-paint all across Equius' face. Instead it is just kinda dry and soft. Not bad.]

[And Equius, to his credit, only winces a little when Gamzee's hand touches his neck, and manages to smother the cacophony of honks that try to rise up in his head. He's too distracted by kissing to realize that he's getting better at ignoring the sounds and voices that try and assault him whenever someone touches his neck.]

[Hey, if Gamzee has no problem with his sweat, he has no problem with facepaint, although it is kind of nice to not have to worry about doing a stain treatment on this shirt. Speaking of which...]

Hey... hey, would it be okay... if I took my shirt off? Would that bother you?

Ain't seeing a fuckin' reason why I should.

[Hey, he had already seen Equius naked. They had taken a bath together. They had even rolled around and cuddled half naked way before they had even hooked up. This would be chill. Nothing wrong with it.

Except somewhere at the back of his mind it feels less like a casually naked thing like when they change pajamas in front of each other and more of a purposeful thing like with Halloween. Luckily Gamzee is pretty ace at ignoring what goes on at the back of his mind.]

Okay. Thanks.

[Equius can tell himself it's because he's too hot, or that he has finally embraced Gamzee's lifestyle choice of casual nudity. He can tell himself those things, and he knows that Gamzee would probably believe him. However, he knows that this is purposeful nudity, that he wants Gamzee to see him shirtless, that he wants Gamzee to touch him on the chest without a shirt in the way, that he wants... he isn't sure entirely what he wants, only that it will eventually lead somewhere very grown-up and adult.]

[Either way, he slides his shirt up and over his head, casting it aside.]

[ Gamzee waits for Equius to cast aside the shirt and settle down against before he raises his hands, resting them against his shoulders, stroking his skin. It is silly, he knows; Equius doesn't exactly wear a lot that hides his skin, hell sometimes that tank top is more like an excuse to have his arrow on something than to cover up, and yet like this, right now, things just seems a whole load more naked.

His fingers stray for a moment, over Equius' new necklace (and seeing his sign against Equius' skin looks motherfuckin' fine) before he leans in again, kissing him a bit firmer.]

[Ironically, once upon a time, Equius would have loved to have been able to wear long-sleeved shirts, and if he's been able to, would have worn long, baggy shirts with high-necked collars and sleeves down to his wrists, just to hide his growing, freakish body. Sadly, those type of shirts practically disintegrated in his hands, along with their full-leg pants counterparts, so he was stuck with tank tops and shorts.]

[That's all in the past, though, and now he's not wearing any shirt at all, and as much as he'd like to have nothing between he and Gamzee right now, he isn't brave enough to ask. So he returns Gamzee's kiss, his lips searching and needy, and enjoys his matesprit's hands on his bare skin.]

[One of Gamzee's fingers toys idly with Equius' necklace as he brings up his other hand to cup his face. He presses into the kiss, a soft moan slipping past his lips as he arches closer. His own shirt is feeling oddly heavy and scratchy against his skin. Kinda like he wants it to be gone, like it really isn't meant to be here right now.]

[Having your shirt off while making out is great. Equius highly recommends it.]

[He likes the way Gamzee is playing with his necklace, and wishes he could do the same to the arrow Gamzee wears now. Instead, he presses as close as he can and tries to deepen the kiss, his tongue moving shyly against Gamzee's lower lip.]

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i just want you to know i nearly typed darkleer instead of equius. this dilf is killing me.

incest taboo, you say? what is that?

let him call you daddy.

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is it terrible that I want Darkleer to catch them later on?

I thought that was the plan all along...

IT IS NOW

AWWWW YEAH

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