we wander

“Suits are so hard to paint.” Not entirely a lie, Peeta preferred to capture the human body in all of its beauty anyway and he found painting someone while they were bare all much more fun. “You can put on a suit afterwards, okay?” The artist smiled and snapped another picture of the naked male. “I’ve seen you naked a million times and suddenly you want to put clothes on?”

"You can pair an entire landscape with your eyes close and you're telling me that a suit is harder to draw?" Jaegar argued, standing up as he began picking up his clothes. He kept a little of his posture, though. He knew he really couldn't stop the boy. "Then what's the purpose of the suit? And I wanna put some clothes on because taking pictures of my naked body without prior permission is rude. Are you done?"

➟ Pull on their hair/clothing ➡ Smack dat ass ➢Grope them ➣ Slap their hand away ➤ Punch/Slap/Assault them ➥ Rub their back ➧ Massage their shoulders ➨ Put their hand between mine’s legs ➚Tickle them ➙ Pinch them ➛Poke them ➜ Play with mine’s hair ➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat

“That’s a bit unfair. A fireman versus a chef? You have better aim.” Jaegar said, raising an eyebrow then he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “I’m pretty sure we can get to an agreement about that. Do you have anything in mind?”

“Maybe but you’ve seen your arms, right? Bigger than mine.” he said, and Jaegar having his arms crosser wasn’t helping making his biceps smaller. “Anything the winner ask, he gets it? Seems fair to me.”

"Bigger doesn't always mean a better performance, darling." Jaegar said, chuckling softly as he took the ball from the man. With a shrug, he gave a nod. "That's a good deal. I'll take it. So, who goes first?"

“We should make a bet, the one who throw it the farther away wins. But what to bet?”

"That's a bit unfair. A fireman versus a chef? You have better aim." Jaegar said, raising an eyebrow then he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "I'm pretty sure we can get to an agreement about that. Do you have anything in mind?"

Adam turned around, looking back at the other with a smile. “He made life. That’s enough, right? Can’t be choosers.” They’re built in two different times, with different materials, but for some reason he felt attached to the man. Like how humans felt attached to a brother … or maybe how lovers are attached to each other. He walked a little closer to Zane, his hand running over the other’s own scars. “You’re prettier than me. I like you.”

“Well he could learn how to make better stitches at least.” Zane shrugged as he watched the other. Different times and different parts but he had to admit they were both made pretty perfectly. Forever frozen and a step between living and dead. Placing a hand on Adam’s hip he gently pulled him closer. There was an attachment for the other. Had Frankenstien done that? Made him for him? “Most of my body is from the same person. Most, not all. He just managed to pick a pretty face.”

"He could if only he's still alive. I miss him." Adam said, looking up at the other with his eyes full of innocence, wonder and attraction for the other. For so long he's been alone, accepted the fact that he's the only one left before Zane came along. Now, he'd rather not let the other leave. He'll do everything to keep him beside him. Serve him if he must. When he was pulled closer, he smirked as his hands run lower and lower down the other's body. "He made me from an old friend. But I was not enough for him." he whispered, leaning against the other as his hand continue it's travel down. "You're much more perfect."

“The first time was fun even though I was in the middle of a desperate moment. But a second time … ” William said, his tongue running over the tip of his sharp fangs. He smirked. “Are you getting, Bucky?”

Bucky hummed in response, eyes momentarily glued to the movement of William’s tongue. “Maybe.” He barely managed to keep himself from rolling his eyes at the sight of the others smirk. “Just bite me.”

"I may not have killed you the last time but what's to say I can't kill you now? Bucky . . . you're one risky man, you know that right?" William muttered, walking toward the other and hugging him from behind. His groin was rubbing against Bucky's ass already as his fangs run slowly over the skin of his neck. "Are you sure about this, baby?"