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forgettheclan replied to your post: [OOC]: Wow these Gamertags sure are am…
[ i spy carri =w= ]
[[ Where? Oh, right your Drivatar was almost in last place. OOPS. ]]
[ yuuuup, curse that damn car. ;A; are you playing right meow? ]
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"Wh-what…?" Barth only caught a glimpse of shark-like teeth, grinning, beckoning, before they sank into his flesh, hungry to taste him. He knew not the origin of Kharn’s desires, nor did he know what brought this upon him, but far be it for Barth to complain. He moaned lowly, feeling sharp bone poking at his body, not breaking skin but deep enough for a krogan to feel through his tough hide.
He’d thought such primal conveyance of want to be below the elder man, who’d previously expressed disdain, even disgust at the thought of laying with another man. And yet he’d done that, shoved him out like a one night stand, and now reeled him back in, tightly collared and under the control of his fingers. His arms ached from the tight grip still shackling his arms. Weakly, he moved his arms to touch Kharn’s larger hump, barely able to see in the dim darkness of his home. “Rrr, I thought you hated me…” he rumbled, blowing air out of his nose, biting back another moan of pleasure.
For a few moments they both stood quiet, Barth’s confused breaths hitching when he felt the fingers creep around his arms. He yelped when he felt hands nearly crushing his forearms, claws digging into cloth and skin. Thrown inside his home, his hearts were racing as he was treated like a ragdoll, quickly shoved and held tightly against the wall. Had he fallen for a trap? Was Kharn here, reappearing for him and trapping him in a vice-grip, just to capture him, or—
The questions ceased when he felt Kharn’s head bump against his chest again. Right, he had said inside… Now Barth thought himself silly for thinking Kharn was hired to take him down; what purpose would that serve? From the uttered Stay into his heaving chest, Barth hazarded a guess that maybe Kharn had just missed him excessively. He would almost laugh if it were anyone else; the big brute of a soldier who claimed him as an annoyance… missing him terribly? “Rrrm, sure,” he rumbled in reply, unsure of how to tread further.
The last thing he wanted Barth to feel for him was pity, such a disgusting waste of emotion, but he did earn the reply he aspired for. It brought his glum feeling to a reassurance, another burst of air passed his nostrils, fingers loosening but he would not let go. The scent was so indistinguishable, and it gave Kharn a meager moment of comfort transposed to greed, mind reaching back to the night he ran into this stranger, and to the bed they shared. Amusing to think that he felt such repulsion towards him in the beginning, and now to fall this far where a few months without sight of him stirred worry and pain, but he would never admit that, he was too proud.
A low growl rumbled in his chest and in his throat, letting a devious smile slither onto his lips, masking it from the other. He wore it proudly and traveled with him, slowly lifting his head , and letting his teeth trace a favored destination. Nothing came to mind of what to say, so his actions would be his voice.
Never look down on someone, unless you’re getting head.
GucciMane. (via carlachristinee)
This was hardly the greeting he’d been expecting. Uncertain of what would meet him upon hearing the slither of the door, he silently braced himself when the looming figure of the towering green krogan appeared behind the doorway. A fist in the face, like last time? Would that be the sole exchange before the door shut in his face? Or would there simply be an awkward silence between them as Kharn gathered his thoughts? He certainly looked haggard enough, in spite of his usual demeanour.
Instead, Kharn’s head flew straight toward him, and Barth instinctively pulled up his arms to brace himself. It was only a moment later when he realized he was still standing, a green crest buried in his chest, and the rest of the lumbering krogan stuffed between his guarding arms. He relaxed a bit, letting his hands rest on his shoulders. “Uhh,” he began after a few moments, tapping the other man, “This is flattering and all, and I’m glad you missed me so much, but can we take this inside?”
Every time Barth spoke, the breath from his words climbed his hide, letting another exhale follow the other's voice. His legs felt heavy, and so did his chest, but it didn't persuade him to stand still. The last of his speech is what peeked his interest: Inside. It was a lengthy while since the two of them returned here, and on positive terms. His fingers reached up and wrapped around the arms that sat on his shoulders, gripping tightly at his skin, he yanked him through the frame, door shutting behind them, roughly pushing him onto the wall next to the entrance. A sizable amount of anger gathered, both forms now hidden by the darkness that blanketed the room. All this time he had nothing to say, no idea what he could murmur, now only one word came to thought, one that became the most sense, and one that he had the most trouble saying. His eyes closed again, his head finding that familiar spot on his chest, "Stay..", he muttered.

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It had been quite a long while since he’d heard from the old man. Barth’s own absence hadn’t helped, actually having landed a job guarding a caravan holding precious supplies for various colonies. Yet, time to time, Kharn crossed his mind, whether willingly or not. Being messaged suddenly out of the blue was intriguing, and he couldn’t wait to find out what the older krogan desired of him. Though not bad terms, they hadn’t parted on especially good terms either, though they remained amical at best (excepting the little fun they had one night).
He stretched his arms and back, working a few kinks out of his muscles. Maybe he should have cleaned up a bit after his job at the bar, but he knew how impatient Kharn could get. Probably broke his bed in impatience, he thought to himself, and laughed. He was still humming in anticipation as he strode up to his door, sending a quick message through his omnitool before calling out, “Hey! You in there? I’m here.”
Kharn sat still as he felt his stomach turn, he hadn't seen Barth in a long while, the last time they spoke ended with the old Krogan giving the other a fist into his face. The light ping from his omni-tool caused his hushed heart beats to spike, followed by the familiar tone of the stranger that retained heavily in his thoughts. Sitting up, his feet lightly thudded against the floor, reaching hesitantly to the key pad, talons tracing the button before watching the door shoot open. His eyes looked down to the familiar face before him, it felt like a punch to the chest, no words came to his mind, and none left his mouth.
Throughout his life he never felt guilt, his actions never obtained one bit of shame, and it was a feeling he did not cherish, constantly questioning whether Barth loathed him for what he did. Eyes now hidden by lids, Kharn leaned his head down, pressing his crest against the younger Krogan's chest, letting his scent gently fill his lungs, and the warmth wrap around his skull, still not a thing to mutter, as if it sat in his throat.
It was getting late, every minute felt like an hour inching and creeping by. Making Kharn's small apartment feel so empty, so quiet, the sound of both his hearts beating in an vapid beat. He let out a heavy, silent sigh, the room would be pitch dark if not for the dim light that hung near the corner of the room, and for the orange glow from his omni-tool, reading the text outloud in his head. Kharn was never patient, he was used to getting what he wanted, or just simply taking it, any time he spent waiting would only fuel the fire to his frustration. Standing up he leaned his hump against the wall, exiting the message, letting the black of the room fall over his form, eyes slowly closing as his back slid down the wall until he fell on his rump, exhaling any air in his lungs out through his nostrils. "Nng...", broke the long silence, eyes still shut tight.
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