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[for hellion_king] Work Lies Sex Love Fear Hate Friendship

Oct 12, 2009 23:24

[ooc: Just a note to those who follow Devon. Delving briefly into New York Devon to see what is to come. Warnings for possible NSFW content. This is taking place tonight and Devon still works at Stark Industries. He's just making bad decisions.]

( Production line chasing mechanical dreams. I'm not just a number. )

verse: work lies sex love, who: julian

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hellion_king October 13 2009, 03:46:44 UTC

He wasn't a thinker, he went with his blood. He went with his passion. Things were... bad. Julian wasn't thinking straight, he never was but today was pretty bad. Pressure from his school, pressure from his past, pressure from just being a mutant in a world that hated them. Well... pressure in general ( ... )

criminal_issues October 13 2009, 03:50:28 UTC

As he came out into the main room, he heard the knock and saw the subsequent tapping of the door. It opened slightly so as to let the telekenetic know the door was open. But, that concept was too difficult for him - or - he was just a knockout ... knocker. Knocker. One...who knocked.

Pushing that thought out of his mind, he opened the door and took a big breath.

"It's cold tonight."

Casual. Keeping the conversation casual. This was his new plan.

hellion_king October 13 2009, 04:01:57 UTC

Was it so wrong for him to want something relatively normal? Julian was a mutant, his girlfriend was a mutant, his girlfriend with a dad that wanted to kill him. Everything around him was always such chaos, and Devon? He was a seed of normality in the midst of such madness. The door opened and Devon was standing there, casual conversation as Julian lifted his blue eyes to him.

...So...normal

He didn't wait. Knowing this was probably wrong but not able to resist the urge he had to want to run his hands all over Devons body the telekinetic gave the older man a look of desperation before stepping in to the apartment and crushed his lips against Devons. Julian broke away after a moment, keeping his head close as he muttered. "...Yeah. Cold."

criminal_issues October 13 2009, 04:09:35 UTC

He wasn't surprised. If Devon could use one word that didn't describe him in that moment. It would've been surprise. He expected it. And still - he felt - he couldn't quite place it. But, Julian's body was cold and strong and bigger than his and this was - it was something he couldn't describe.

But, he liked it. He knew that much. Julian's lips tasted nothing like the first time. Somehow, this was new, different, and not in a bad way at that moment. He tasted different in New York than he had in L.A. Of course, it could've been the alcohol. Devon should've been drunk. This would have been - different. Better. Less - better.

"Cold," he repeated, a hitched breath escaping before licking his lips. He closed the door behind Julian and took another breath before turning around. The leather jacket caught his eye, then the white t-shirt, the ripped jeans. He hoped he didn't look like he was ogling but, hell, he was.

He was going to hell. He was going straight to hell.

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hellion_king October 13 2009, 21:35:44 UTC

"Very important." Julian muttered, his lips traveling back down the older mans neck, his tongue licking across the adams apple gently. He let out a hot breath on the now moist spot, his hands now beneath the sweatshirt material as they gently ran up the others stomach and torso, his fingers brushing over every muscle and every curve of the others body as he bit down in to the crook of Devons neck softly.

criminal_issues October 14 2009, 03:35:36 UTC

Devon let out a small cry of pleasure that was only audible if Julian tried his hardest to hear. It wasn't hard to get because hard to get would've meant saying no, pushing the other man away. But, he wasn't. He wasn't reciprocating yet but he wasn't pushing him away.

hellion_king October 14 2009, 03:40:38 UTC

He didn't hear the pleasure filled cry, but he also didn't hear any words of protest such as 'No, stop please don't' so the telekinetic could only assume that for some reason Devon was being silent while enjoying this. Julian could only think that Devon was enjoying himself, and why wouldn't he be? Last time they had such a good time.

So Julian gently pushed Devon back against the couch so that the older mans legs were pressed against the back. He licked his own lips after pulling off the older mans neck and rolled his sweat shirt up, baring the skin for all to see. Julian held the shirt up, leaned and began to kiss the center of his chest, slowly drifting to the side before his tongue began to swirl around the nipple, nipping and sucking at it at just the right times.

criminal_issues October 15 2009, 15:10:13 UTC

Devon didn't fight back. He gave in. It was at this specific point that he gave in. His hand came to the back of Julian's head and he tilted his head back a bit, leaned against the couch behind him.

"I'm cold, now," he managed, a small shiver passing through him now that he was without a shirt.

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