( Lilah. Warnings for all SORTS of unpleasant things. Blood, violence, and unwanted sex, at the very least. )

( You do not, in fact, want to read this. Trust me on this one. It is WOE. )

[ downstairs, last night ]

He's been awake for a while, if silent, hand combing absently through Alex's hair.

His arm is no longer pink.

[ downstairs ]

It's a headboard behind him, instead of the booth, but his hands are still pinned to the wall with Alex's help.

( A Conversation On Earth )

Parry's asleep, for once, still curled around Alex.

At some point, in the night, they've shifted so that it's Parry's head on Alex's shoulder, instead of the other way 'round.

Rating: Um. It's gotten naughty. R? At least.
Warnings for piano, French, boysmut, not!wings, and handcuffs. So far.
Wordcount: Just about 3350. In less than a day and a half. Oh lordy me.

( It's been a long time since he's played, really. )

[ downstairs ]

And it's probably cheating, really, as he pushes Alex back down on the bed when he was still expecting booth behind him, and he doesn't really seem to care, as he goes back to kissing a trail of heat down his neck and chest.

And wouldn't you know it, there's a bit of chocolate still along the line between his ribs.

[ downstairs ]

The change from couch to bed, gentle though it may be, is nonetheless unexpected. But he distracts Alex with a kiss, as green eyes go wide in startlement, grey eyes asking - almost pleading, perhaps - for trust.

Trust me. I love you.A shaky nod, and he gives Alex no time for any other response, warmer-than-most hands roving freely ( Read more... )

At some point, he's sitting in Their Booth, for all that he's not sure they count as a They anymore ( Read more... )