Quality time is defined by sticking my teeth in your skin.

[likeagoodson]

Who: not_heavens_adam & likeagoodson
Where: hobagRayflo's (new) apartment
When: very late [ or very early]; they're vampires, it's dark out.
Style: [ action ]
Status: closed



[ It had started off pleasant—like the reunion he'd always wanted. But now, it's the same again. Their old game of baiting and running and stepping circles around one another until there's nothing left. Charley doesn't know what he should be thinking when he steps inside the apartment, doesn't know what he should do when he finds it empty. He misses coming home to their condo, their place. But things are different now. Very different.

Charley prepares for Master's arrival with determined efficiency.

He removes his jacket and drapes it over the arm of the sofa so that it's out of the way, and he proceeds to roll the sleeves of his shirt up to the elbow. Afterwards, he fills a bowl with water and leaves it to sit, undisturbed, on the nearby table. It's a peculiar, lengthy method of preparation, but the hunger is gnawing at him, making him red around the edges. Charley bites his lip, the pressure of his fangs evident inside his mouth.

And he sits, waiting for him to return. ]

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[likeagoodson]

[ His attention diverts for only a moment, following Minea's movements - and the swords? - across the apartment before settling on the man slowly wrapping himself around him. Charley can smell so many things on him, odd and slightly off things he hadn't noticed before, but he can't focus on any one of them through his sweat. Physical exertion—what had he been doing exactly?

But he's quiet, fingers moving up to touch his cheek. His thumb slides over the cheekbone, still wondering at the differences now that his hands are his own original parts. ]

Always? [ Almost nonchalant, that word. His eyes flicker to the lone bowl he'd filled, and his mouth thins; it wouldn't do since Master had gotten himself so filthy. ] You should take a shower. I'll help you.

[ And without another word, he grips that wrist and forcefully drags him along. Steady, strong, and hungry. ]

[not_heavens_adam]

[Johnny goes along, a smaller smirk gracing his lips. This mood Cherry was in, he liked it.]

If you insist, Cherry~

How could I possibly turn down an offer like that~?

[likeagoodson]

[ He feels very self-conscious walking into that bathroom, not so confident even as he gently shoves Master toward the shower and locks the door. Charley slowly draws in a breath, the tip of his tongue to a fang as if to remind him... ]

I thought we could spend some time together. [ He purposely loosens the tie he wears, walking closer to him. A hand on the other man's chest now, against skin. ] That's what you want, isn't it? [ Teasing, he traces a finger down to touch what few buttons are holding his shirt together. Carefully, he slips them free until it's completely open, and Charley steps in close to him. Nose to nose. ]

I want you... [ He pushes the glass door to the shower that's behind him aside. ] — in there, Master. Now.

[not_heavens_adam]

[He can't help the small shiver at both the touch and the words. And he briefly wonders what would happen if he leaned forward and kissed Cherry right now.

They were close enough...]

It's what I want.

[He smirks.]

Hnn..Cherry~ Will you be joining me? [He strips the shirt, carelessly dropping it onto the floor. His smirk widens a bit more and he moves his arms back around Charley's neck.]

Cherry~ I'm still partly dressed...you can't expect me to shower with my clothes on, do you?

[likeagoodson]

[ It's the same act he always puts on, but Charley isn't fooled by it. Far from it. He glances at the shirt as it's tossed on the ground, back to Master. He glances at the tile of the shower wall, back to Master. A touch to his bicep, and he steps forward, guiding him into the shower with another push. ]

Yes, and I... [ Answering him, voice a little rough even as he slides that hand down the length of Master's side to skim over his hip and slip between them. Charley's fingers graze the belt he wears. ] I haven't decided yet. [ He gives him a hard look before pressing his face against bare skin, between the juncture of neck and shoulder. His fingers jerk at the belt, loosening it so that the buckle is undone. A breath, and he shivers just a little. ]

I don't want to fight you this time.