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5 ♐ How to Quickly and Effeciently Traumatize Your Children

Who: Darkleer, Summoner, Equius, and Gamzee
Where: The Highblood (+1 Temporary Mouthy Lowblood Rebel) Hive
When: Morning
Style: Action?
Status: Closed

[Yes, there's the positively bewildering matter of Dualscar, and the much more terrifying matter of the Grand Highblood, but the more dangerous of the two has been dealt with. Even without that, the week has been almost... peaceful, even with the arrival of Mindfang and all the difficulties that caused. ]

[It's almost been nice. Then again, considering the date he and Summoner went on, perhaps he is slightly biased.]

[But now things are truly going to be back to normal with the return of Gamzee and Equius. They've been gone far too long, having to survive with dealing things up on the island. They deserve something good for once. So that's why he's in the kitchen, making breakfast. He still hasn't bothered to get his sunglasses back from the Helmsman, so it's the same cheap pair he's wearing again. Only he's a bit more casual today: glasses pushed up and resting against his horns, a tight blue tank top hugging his torso, and simple black slacks, his sign on one pocket. His hair is tied back once again in a loose, messy bun, strands still brushing against the nape of his neck and between his shoulder blades.]

[It's quite possibly the most casual he's looked in quite a while.]

[Pancakes, fruit, crepes, quice, bagels, a little something called Akki Rotti... It's all set up on the table already, and Darkleer is simply finishing up a last few dishes. Coffee cake and banana oatmeal bread, to be specific.]

[What? They eat a lot here.]

[Carefully removing the two from the pan, he asks over his shoulder to the troll who's been helping him all morning.]

Could you assist me with this? We'll be done after this.

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Oh gooood.

[A groan, Darkleer describing the reason for such poetry is almost worse than the poetry itself and Summoner gasps out some embarrassed sobs, still squirming a little here and there. But his ears flicker at the small kisses, and his heart races a little more when the other troll breaths into his ear. He's now noticing the position he's in, with Darkleer taking the dominant role, and he internally cursing a him to settle down so he can properly enjoy this turn of events. But still he's just umming and uhhing with no real words managing to crawl from his lips.]

[Damnit. Damnit, just, stab him or something, poetry is worse than that, he can handle the blade but these cheesy fucking words are just so... so horrifying.]

No brilliant and witty retort?

[Ever so slowly, Darkleer begins to pull back, eyes dark and confident.]

No sharp comeback, no clever counter? Why, how unlike you, Lysunder. You were so delighted to tease me so that I could pay attention to you, and now that I am, you're mysteriously out of words.

[Finally pulled back, his face close to Lysunder's, Darkleer smirks.]

I've won yet another round, I believe.

There is no w-w-winning, or rounds.

Damnit.

[A sneer, almost pouting as he looks up to Darkleer, his face still hot, orange, ears tinted with the same colour and flickering here and there. His hands press to the other's chest, palms flat against it, pushing slightly.]

Poetry's just dumb, if there w-w-was win-winning, of course you w-would w-win w-wi- UGH! [SO MANY Ws and Ys!]

Was, winning, would, win.

[Isn't Darkleer so helpful? He keeps smirking, eyes bright and amused.]

And regardless, each time you try and tease me, you've certainly started something. It isn't my fault that when it takes this direction, you don't know how to turn it in your favor.

[Summoner's slim, teeth clenching tight and he just listens as the other speaks. Quoting w words, what a fucking ass hole... Not that he was any better when he was doing around the same to Psiioniic, but that's besides the point. For now Darkleer just keeps talking and there doesn't seem to be a way for Summoner to shut him up besides

well, kissing him. Which is pretty easy with how close they are.]

[He does it pretty much as fast as Darkleer finishes his last sentence and before he can start on another, craning his neck up. His hands grip tight, fingers curling into the thin fabric of his tang top and tugging on it as he pushes his upper body and head up to press into the kiss hard.]

[Oh.]

[But, the breakfast-]

[-can wait for just a minute longer, can't it? The children probably are still packing their things, he can get one last little indulgence out of this fiery mouth against his, passionate and annoyed and yes that is a deep, rather pleased rumbling coming out of his chest and through his throat.]

[Just a minute.]

[His hands slide against Lysunder's body eagerly, one up and the other down. They fit around him perfectly, cradling the back of his head to keep this kiss close, and the other reaching down rather boldly towards his rear so he can heave him up a bit against the table better. Lest neck pain for both of them.]

[In the meantime, Darkleer reciprocates easily after getting over his slight surprise. Nipping softly at Summoner's lip, he licks his mark and kisses him further. This fool really is a horrible influence on him.]

[Oh... oh...]

[That, certainly worked better than he would have guessed. Feeling Darkleer give into it seems to calm him down considerably, his mouth starting to curl up into a grin as he pushes the kiss deeper. Summoner isn't really thinking about the kids or breakfast, or... any of that. He's not concerned with being found like this so it doesn't even occur to him. Instead he just lets out a pleased moan, hips pushing up, muscles tightening as Darkleer grabs his ass, and legs raise to bend his knees at different angles at either of Darkleer's sides.]

[Horrible? Nah, wonderful maybe. Yes, a wonderful influence.]

[Absolutely wretched influence. Don't try to convince Darkleer otherwise.]

[Although, admittedly, Summoner is doing a rather good job of convincing him with his mouth right now. That groan is gorgeous in not just the sound of it but the feel of it against his lips and tongue. His hips push back against the set pressing against them with no lack of eagerness. How does this snarky little lowblood bring this side of him out so easily?]

[Darkleer decides that it doesn't really matter as the kiss becomes more intense, more involved, and he opens his mouth to try and press his tongue against Summoners even as one large hand gives his rear a squeeze.]

[A laugh, he manages a pert, tight lipped laugh as he feels Darkleer's tongue press to his mouth, trying to pry it open. Summoner's legs stay bent, squeezing the other troll's sides, completely enjoying how easily it is to get Darkleer into it. Probably a feeling similar to the one Darkleer got from controlling him so well with that terrible poetry. Being the one to make this tight-assed prude so relaxed and intimate, being the someone to see this side of him, yeah, that was nice.]

[His lips open and he lets the blue tinted muscle coil in between his teeth, his own joining it in a wet embrace as he rocks his hips up, letting out another pleased moan when he feels Darkleer's grip tighten on his rear. Back arches up more, wings rustling and sliding over the table under him, hands still curling tight and pulling at the cloth of Darkleer's shirt.]

[Those hips rock against his just so, and that's it. Darkleer has lost, once again, and right now he has no regrets because that feels wonderful. Running his fingers through Summoner's hair, he grinds back and moans in pure blissful pleasure. He wishes he could watch those wings, see them react in this moment, but he can't focus on that at all, not when his eyes have slipped shut, and he can only feel and hear Summoner press up against him.]

[It takes work to make sure he doesn't press back so much and make the table tip. Lots of work, with how Summoner's kissing him. But that makes it quite worth it.]

[That's fine, Summoner's hips are just as needy to rub against him and he's doing well to indulge it. Legs tight on the other troll's sides, he uses his grip there to grind up as hard as he can, hands quickly moving to change positions. One sliding down to dip under Darkleer's shirt, fingers hungry to feel the chiseled lines of his stomach and chest, and the other going up to clench tight around the back of his neck.]

[Fast, aggressive, he kisses as he moves, deep and rabid, eyes closing tight while he grinds and shoves his tongue deeper, glazing the inside of Darkleer's mouth with orange.]

Uuuhhh...

[Gamzee had been expecting a lot of things upon coming home. Mostly a load of good food --Darkleer was a surprisingly good cook considering the fact that Equius couldn't cook worth shit-- and the comfort of being back in his own home, his own bed, all that sweet jazz.

He hadn't been expecting to walk in on Darkleer and Summoner necking on the table.

That was just.

Just.

Fuck was that his nutella they were kissing on top of?!??!?! Fuck no, he was gonna eat that Do:]

Uh... Dadleer?

[Not what Equius expected either!]

[Oh dear, oh goodness, not beneath thenevermind, yes, beneath the shirt. Please. Darkleer shudders-]

[And then jerks as he hears two familiar young voices, stepping away from the table suddenly. His hands practically fly off of Summoner's body and his eyes are ridiculously wide in embarrassed shock.]

[Oh fiddlesticks.]

[He makes a very strangled little noise in the back of his throat.]

[Hell yes under the shirt, and his fingers study there as they kiss before-]

Ah-! Damnit.

[It all goes fast, Gamzee and Equius appearing, speaking, and then he's dropped back on the table, back shoving into various table accessories here and there. A small snarl and huff out of his nose before he leans his head over to glance at the smaller trolls.]

Oh.

[Pause... He looks to Darkleer then, frowning as he slowly sits up. His wings rustle and shake, blowing a few napkins aside before folding under him. The nutella is safe in it's container, sheesh.]

You didn't have to just drop me. And you think you're the romantic one.

[An eyeroll before he looks to Gamzee and Equius, hopping off the table with a smile.]

Hey you two! Uh, how was the trip down?

[Juuust a smile, walking to the sink to wash his hands.]

Uuuhhh.

[Nope. Not ready to answer yet. Still trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. He is getting there though, the tips of his ears turning indigo when he realizes just what that was oh dear fuck.]

[No words from Equius; he'll just be glaring at Darkleer. Pot, this is kettle. You have a lot in common, you're both black!]

[The last clear expression anyone can see is the way Darkleer glares pitifully at Summoner's back, as if saying How can you be so impossibly casual after all of that, it isn't FAIR before he reaches up and snaps his glasses back down again.]

[He hates his life.]

[Also shut up Equius!!!]

[Darkleer coughs into his fist before speaking.]

The food is ready, we just have to bring it out, excuse me.

[Retreating into the kitchen for the sink as well. Hey, Summoner, have him next to you, you come here often? Darkleer's voice is a mutter.]

I am going to drown myself, that was ridiculously embarrassing.

Uhh isn't a word Gamzee, out with it, kiddo.

[Smiles, and yeah, he's pretty carefree about it. Equius already knew anyway, and if anything, that little happening only shows that they're pretty fine in their relationship. All this shame though, it's pretty thick in the air. So when Darkleer stands next to him Summoner can't help but chuckle at his words. He moves a water slick had to lock with Darkleer momentarily, turning his head just a bit to press his cheek against the larger troll's upper arm.]

Oh come on, it'll do them good to see you're a troll, just like the rest of us.

[Also a low mutter before pressing his lips to Darkleer's arm, hands going to dry off on a single piece of paper towel before he turns around to face either of them again.]

Well? What are you standing there for? Go wash your hands, sheesh. We don't live in a fucking barn.

[Gamzee doesn't move yet, his eyes flicking from Summoner to Darkleer. It was pretty embarrassing to see, but there are more important things here.]

You bros are, fuck, you know... like that?

[Because there was one person here who didn't know.]

We don't live in a house of lewd, foul language either.

[Equius directs that at Summoner, but it's mostly snarkiness for the sake of snarking.]

Come on, Gamzee, let's go wash up.

He's disappointed, I can tell...

[But then Summoner is turning around to face them again and Darkleer sighs as he begins to wash his hands as well. This wasn't exactly how he planned introducing his relationship a bit more fully to the boys, but...]

[His thought process comes to a halt at Equius' words, however, and he turns his head with a raised eyebrow.]

How very curious. I was under the impression that we lived in a household where all parties agree that Gamzee inhales and exhales lewd, foul language on a regular basis and it is thus to be ignored for the sake of our sanity.

Curious.

[Translation: Don't start, son.]

[Drying off his hands, Darkleer shakes his head and guides Summoner by the arm to the pair and gently pushes him in Gamzee's direction. And if his fingertips linger just a bit on his scarred skin, affectionate like he'll lose him before he can believe it... Well.]

Lysunder, why don't you go and assist Gamzee with cleaning up for breakfast, while Equius and I use the kitchen sink?

[Yes, both of them could easily share, but he wants to have a discussion, alright. Please!]

"Uh, yeah, 'like that'. As in I am doing your STRONG dad, that's for sure. Hm-?"

[Feels a tug on his arm as Darkleer directs him and his wings rustle a little bit, glancing at him with a questioning look. It doesn't take him long at all to realize he wants some alone time with Equius so Summoner just smiles and nods, not at all minding how long his touch lasts. Just like he didn't seem to even notice Equius comment about his language. Because, yeah, Gamzee? Shove it, Equius. Gosh.]

Sure thing, babe.

[A smirk, looking at Gamzee now. Summoner moves forward and in one swooping motion puts his shoulder near the joint of his hips and swings him up. Gamzee's legs bent near one side of his head, dangling behind him like a sack of root vegetables.]

Up we go kid, time to clean those grimy hands o' yours.

[And with that he'll make his way out of the kitchen and to the bathroom. Try not to get a mouth full of bare back, Gamzee, he's carrying you all the way there.]

[Gamzee yelps in surprise for a moment, and then there is nothing but laughter. Go ahead, Summmoner. Cart him off to wherever you want. He's cool with it. He does push himself upright against his back for a moment to give Equius a little wave, before he is all to happy to let himself be hauled away. Hey, he doesn't get carried often, okay. It is awesome when it does happen.]

[Equius watches Gamzee and Summoner go, then turns and walks up to the kitchen sink, standing beside Darkleer. He doesn't normally sass the older troll, but he's pretty irritated right now... in no small part because he wanted to spend some quality time with his ancestor that he hasn't seen much of, and now there's this interloper in their hive, and he doesn't like it!]

Really, Darkleer? Really?

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