Let's all hold hands and sing Kumbaya

[notzubats]

Who: Everybody! It's a planet mingle!
Broadcast: If You want!
Action: On the Holding Hands plant!
When: From June 23 until whenever we need a new mingle.

[At long last, the fleet has arrived to a new planet. This means it's time for a mingle guys! Get in! ]

Comments

[precedented]

I know.

[ He cups Loki's face. ] I know.

[complicatedliar]

You should have bent me unto the breaking point.

[A thought of hand moving over skin. A voice wordlessly begging for relief.]

It is what I would do to you.

[precedented]

I am not you, Loki. I could not do such a thing.

[complicatedliar]

Then scorn me, for being so vile as to wish it.

[precedented]

[ He shakes his head, brushing his fingers against Loki's cheek. ]

How could I?

[complicatedliar]

[He turns his face lightly into that touch.]

For monstrous want.

[precedented]

No. Wanting is normal. Necessary.

You want me. How could I ever dismiss it?

[complicatedliar]

[Hah. Normal. Once he might have wished for that. Now he would rather not be so ordinary.]

Do you not want me?

[precedented]

You know that I do.

[complicatedliar]

Then let me feel it. [If he can have nothing more than that, it would still be sweet indeed.]

[precedented]

[ Leto nods, placing his hand on top of Loki's. Love, fierce and bright seeps through along with need and want. For Leto, these feelings do not burn, but simmer under the current. ]

[complicatedliar]

[He feels it though, and the echo of it low in his belly, that simply physical want that he can offer back in turn. He tilts his face, nose against Leto's cheek for a moment, and kisses him with parted lips.]

[precedented]

[ He kisses back, calm and serene. ]

[complicatedliar]

[He wishes to devour that serenity, that control. He wants to hear Leto gasp again with a voice like music.]

[precedented]

[ He hums, sinking into it. He's never shared feelings like this before and he tends to maintain a placid demeanor. This kind of sharing makes his body sigh and breathe, as the Worm rumbles below the surface. ]

[complicatedliar]

[It's a new sort of sharing for him as well, something he might wish to share with Rogue, but she is still in her coma. So it is something for Leto alone, and this emotions are for him alone as well: the restlessness, the hunger, the desire always for more.

The desire to possess Leto totally, to have him first and always and to undo him.]

[precedented]

[ Such a desire is alien to Leto. He's never had anyone feel that way about him and his breath hitches when he hears that feeling in his veins. ]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki devours that little sound like a feast, greedy and already wanting more.]

[He murmurs against Leto's lips:] Yes. You are mine and I shall have you.

[precedented]

[ He breathes out, awed. ] Loki.

[complicatedliar]

[That is something Rogue had never felt fully comfortable with, his innate possessiveness, his need to declare something as his and hold it closely.

He strokes Leto's cheeks with his thumbs, searching for the thin line of his dagger's blade. Probably already gone, but he simply thirsts to have left some mark.

He kisses those lips to taste the awe, and bites the lower sharply, to bruise, to leave another mark no matter how briefly.]

Mine.

[precedented]

[ He sighs into the kiss, submissive. ]

Yours.

[complicatedliar]

[No protest, no argument on terminology, just a surrender. He consumes that word with the same hunger, a shiver passing through his body.

Perhaps this is why Leto failed to act, he thinks. He wishes to be taken rather than the one who would take. With the confidence of memory returned to him, he's pleased to oblige as much as he can without crossing that last, remaining line.

It means a kiss, forceful to the point of near bruising, and then Loki sinks the fingers of one hand into Leto's hair to tug his head back. Of all points of vulnerability, he like the neck the best, with its graceful lines.]

[precedented]

[ Leto cries out, though not in pain. He's never experienced this kind of forcefulness, this kind of need. He rests his palms against Loki's chest as his body trembles. The Worm bellows deep within the recess of his mind. ]

[complicatedliar]

[That is the sound he wants, and it excites him, a sensation he offers to Leto because in this moment, sharing is all right, is perhaps even necessary. He can't ply Leto's body as he would like, something simultaneously frustrating and fascinating. So he shall feed them both on lust until one of them bends.

He scrapes his teeth over the hard line of Leto's windpipe, covered so thinly by skin, then presses a soft, shivering kiss in the hollow of his throat. ]

[precedented]

[ The Worm growls, an animalistic sound that is torn from Leto's throat. His eyes glaze over and for a second, it doesn't seem like Leto is there, but something else, something primal and deadly that seethes beneath the surface. ]