#becomewant

@becomewant​​   said   :    sometimes, events that required ren's old title prompted them to dress up, no matter how infuriating. they were part of an echelon long since past, but they had to do what little they could to preserve family name. this particular night found them home tired, coat hung over the counter with the white sleeves of their shirt rolled up, unbuttoned to mid chest and exposing collarbones while they cooled down from event. magenta hue caught lavender with a smirk, voice playful. " like what you see ? "

      is  this  what  ren  had  to  put  up  with  for  so  long    ?    it ‘ s  exhausting  to  say  the  least   ,   even  for  someone  so  incredibly  sociable   &.   outgoing  as  yang.  people  around  every  corner   ,   all  of  them  seeing  her  looped  around  ren ‘ s  arm  like  she  belongs  there   ,   which  is  perfect  because  she  definitely  does.  this  reminds  her  of  all  the  family  gatherings  yang  has  had  to  endure  on  her  fathers’  side   ,   though  certainly  amped  up   &.  on  a  much  larger  scale  with   more  on  the  line   ;   what  if  she  says  the  wrong  thing   &.   messes  this  up    ?   what  if  she  ruins  ren ‘ s  image  somehow  in  front  of  everyone   ?   she ‘ s  good  at  keeping  her  cool   ,   but  that  can  only  last  for  so  long.  contained  yet  awkward  laughter  flits  betwixt  peachy  tiers   ,   tonality  akin  to  that  of  a  sweet  chime  on  summer  breeze   &.  every  so  often  shall  scathing  eyes  glance  to  slightly  marred  magenta   ,   waiting  for  that  little  glimmer  within  the  irises  signaling  their  social  battery  has  run  empty.  that ‘ s  exactly  how  it  goes  in  this  moment   ;   she  can  just  tell  how  tired  stormborne  is   ,   how  much  the  desire  to  leave  radiates  off  their  form  like  unwanted  heat.   she  politely  dismisses  them  from  this  mess   ,   dragging  them  out   by  the  arm    &.   back  home  where  tensions  are  non  -  existent   &.   where  air  can  fill  their  lungs  once  more.   gold  dragon  will  never  be  fond  of  seeing  her  beloved  so  tense   ,  surrounded  by  a  past  yang  knows  brings  them  pain   &.   everything  else  awful  in  the  world.   (   &.   oh   ,   how  she ‘ ll  always  carry  a  silent  grudge  against  them  for  taking  ren ‘ s  self  worth  so  early    &.   crumbling  it  as  if  mere  paper.   )   she ‘ s  silent  the  entire  bike  ride  home   ,   opting  not  to  shout  over  the  deafening  engine  of  bumblebee   &.   simply  relish  in  the  way  ren  wraps  their  arms  so  tight  around  waist.  

     when  they  finally  step  back  into  sanctum  of  home   ,   it  isn ‘ t  without  a  dramatic  exhale   &.   stretch  on  yang ‘ s  end.   like  a  child  happy  to  be  back  in  their  space  of  comfort.  gatherings  like  that  are  something  dragoness  hopes  they  can  avoid  for  another  long   ,   long   time   to  be  truthful   ,   but  if  anything  good  is  to  ever  come  out  of  them  . . .  it ‘ s  seeing  ren  dressed  like  this.  so  prim   &.   proper   ,   garbs  so  well  tailored   &.   fashioned  that  one  would  assume  they  came  straight  off  a  runway  at moments  notice.   they  always  look  so  pretty   ,   so  handsome  regardless  of  what  the  ocassion  calls  for.  formal  ,  casual   ,   even  in  lounge  wear  &.  every  time  shall  scathing  eyes  wander  to  admire  this  ethereal  elegance  that  ren  wears  like  a  second  skin.  tonight  is  no  different.  lilac  hue  settles  unto  their  form  across  the  way   ,   distracted  in  admiration  from  wanting  to  slip  into  something  more  comfortable  than  this  damned  dress.   she  can  stare   ,   can ‘ t  she    ?   in  awe    ?   in  such  a  way  where  golden  heart  breaks  into  a  sprint  akin  to  that  of  a  lovestruck  teenager    ?   one  would  assume  a  flustered  countenance   upon  being  caught  in  the  act   ,   but  yang  simply  owns  up  to  it  with  an  ever  mischievous  grin  blossoming  o ‘ er  stardust  glossed  tiers.   

@becomewant​  said  :   ' shh, měilì. ' they're lain behind her, pressed to her back, one leg tangled with hers to keep her against them. one hand reaching 'round curled devilish fingers into her wet heat while the other snaked under her form, gripping yang at the base of her neck, fingers resting against her pulse. they made torturous work of stimulating her slowly, loving kisses lain to the back of her neck, occasional bites. all of it abruptly stopping when she made too much noise or came too close to climax. :)

unprompted.

      ren  never  fails  to  surprise  her  ,  do  they   ?   &.  that ‘ s  just  one  of  the  many  things  yang  loves  about  them.  well  ,  the  sex  part  is  nice  ,  but  that ‘ s  not  the  only  thing  ;  how  they  manage  to  spice  things  up  &.  bring  life  to  any  situation  they  pull  her  into  will  never  not  spark  adventurous  feelings  within  gold  dragon ‘ s  gut  ,  just  like  beloved ‘ s  touch  upon  her  flesh  will  never  not  bring  an  intense  rush  of  heat  over  her  whole  body.  this  wasn ‘ t  exactly  what  yang  was  expecting  when  ren  pulled  her  down  on  the  couch  with  them  ,  but  you  won ‘ t  exactly  find  her  complaining  either.  breathless  sigh  mixed  moan  ,  goddess  -  esque  build  slotting  perfectly  to  ren ‘ s  ,  moving  in  tandem  with  the  way  they  guide  her  legs  apart  ,  tilting  head  up  as  their  hand  graces  the  length  of  her  neck.  yang  can  feel  her  pulse  thrumming  like  a  piston  against  her  palm  ,  further  amplifying  the  volume  of  whimpers  flitting  from  lips  each  passing  moment.  her  hips  ,  albeit  slightly  pinned  with  how  they  lay  with  one  another  ,  buck  into  their  fingers  ,  a  shiver  traveling  along  spine  something  wild  &.  fierce  as  her  body  quickly  registers  the  sensation  of  ren  pumping  skilled  fingers  into  wanting  heat.  it ‘ s  not  fast  like  normal  ;  slow  &.  steady  ,  yet  it  does  not  fail  to  set  each  &.  every  one  of  her  senses  ablaze  like  usual  ,  in  fact  dare  she  say  it  feels  more  intense  this  way   ?   when  ren ‘ s  not  going  fast  ,  her  mind  can  more  easily  focus  on  what  she ‘ s  feeling  ,  like  how  completely  amazing  the  sensation  of  fingertips  continuously  brushing  against  sensitive  bundle  of  nerves  is  &.  how  close  it  brings  her  to  climax.

@becomewant​  said  :   'měilì.' honeyed coo was sweet and gentle, a barely there sigh against her lips, bordering on yawn truth be told. exhaustion cloaked them, coaxed them to sleep with sandman's touch but sleepy magenta hue stoked just enough fire to meet yang halfway, rolling their hips into hers. breathless gasp as pleasure drove them, their hold on sweetheart hips tightened, pulling beloved closer to kiss, softly, thrust again even slower. had they been more awake, this would have been torturous. now? perfect.

      she ‘ s  tired  ,  &.  a  little  irritable  ,  to  be  truthful  :  long  /  strenuous  missions  one  after  the  other  is  enough  to  bring  even  the  most  golden  of  minds  to  temporary  darkness  ,  especially  when  faced  with  grimm  after  grimm  ,  one  child  or  family  torn  apart  due  to  chaos  incarnates  wretched  little  claws  rending  the  light  out  of  something  once  vibrant  &.  breathing  ,  so  one  would  have  to  forgive  gold  dragon  when  the  only  thing  she  wishes  for  is  the  solace  of  bed  upon  returning  home.  grime  &.  blood  (  fresh  &.  dried  )  can  easily  be  washed  away  with  a  shower  ,  yes  ,  but  the  mental  fractures  similar  to  the  moon  looming  in  their  night  sky   ?  not  as  easily.  drifting  to  sleep  on  her  own  ,  in  this  silence  ,  would  be  ideal  &.  anyone  else  would  be  cast  away  with  fire  &.  blackened  smog  ,  but  ren . . .  the  calm  to  her  firestorm  ,  a  sacred  yin  to  quell  the  internal  rage  of  their  yang  &.  a  being  far  beyond  the  realms  of  welcome  in  this  very  moment.  yang  clings  to  them  like  her  life  depends  on  it  ,  build  swathed  in  naught  but  their  robe  conforming  perfectly  to  stormborne  as  if  she  belongs  there  ,  because  she  does.  just  as  ren  belongs  here  with  her.  they  can  always  tell  when  their  sunshine  is  off  ,  can ‘ t  they   ?   even  despite  fighting  off  the  perils  of  sleep  ,  despite  lids  wanting  to  close  ,  but  lips  &.  gentle  coaxing  has  other  plans  in  mind.  &.  she  embraces  them  with  open  arms.  ren ‘ s  kisses  are  a  stroke  of  utmost  bliss  ,  plush  lips  pressing  &.  near  bruising  ‘ gainst  their  own  ,  goddess  -  esque  leg  coming  to  rest  ‘ pon  lotus  dragon ‘ s  hip  &.  an  airy  gasp  into  their  mouth  when  they  ultimately  thrust  into  heat.  

@becomewant​  said  :   atlas missions weren't their favourites, but ren could think of a few ways to celebrate a job well done. after resting in the hotel room, killing time before their flight back to mistral ren's hands, still cold from unforgiving climate snaked into the folds of huntress gear. over trousers, trailing cold fingertips along hip scales and /scratching/ up her spine. hands trail up abdominals and into sports bra, tugging at piercings before sliding down to slowly pull pants and underwear down.

      one  would  never  have  guessed  ,  but  yang  thrives  here  amongst  the  snow  &.  ice.   why  wouldn ‘ t  she  ?  equipped  with  claws  made  for  grasping  unto  ice  -  slicked  grimm  &.  a  fire  so  unbearably  hot  that  it  never  fails  to  completely  scorch  everything  around  her  ;  it ‘ s  perfect  in  every  sense  of  the  word.  this  also  means  she  can  better  cover  ren  without  much  worry  in  the  slightest  ,  especially  when  the  mission  takes  a turn  &.  leaves  both  of  them  exposed  to  the  dangers  of  grimm  infested  tundra.  she  can  easily  race  by  them  ,  taking  hits  &.  dealing  the  damage  back  twice  as  hard  as  a  final  send  off  to  their  foes  ,  all  done  with  a  cheeky  little  wink  &.  other  verbal  flirtations  sure  to  frustrate  ren  to  a  degree  only  yang  is  aware  of.  maybe  . . .  joint  missions  aren ‘ t  the  best  to  be  doing  this  sort  of  thing  on  ,  but  if  they  couldn ‘ t  balance  the  combat  with  heartfelt  ease  for  just  a  moment  ,  then  could  you  imagine  how  boring  &.  even  more  tedious  these  things  would  be   ?  she  has  too  see  ren  roll  their  eyes  at  her  just  once  ,  see  how  a  faint  accent  of  pink  adorns  bronze  expressionism  for  just  a  moment.  heh.  they ‘ d  get  their  revenge  soon  enough  ,  after  all.  only  when  the  sun  starts  to  set  o ‘ er  snowy  hill  do  twin  dragons  call  this  job  finished  ,  a  dramatic  &.  tired  sigh  expelling  betwixt  yang ‘ s  lips  before  they ‘ re  making  the  journey  back  to  their  cozy  little  hotel  room  until  the  next  day.  

@becomewant     »   unprompted.

      this  is  something  they  do  more  often  than  some  are  willing  to  admit   ,   like  hormonal  teenagers  committed  to  relearning  their  bodies  over   &.   over  until  engraved  in  memory   ,   so  why  does  yang  suddenly  feel  so  short  of  breath   ?   why  does  she  look  upon  ren’s  person  with  such  an  awe  that   ,   for  once   ,   leaves  her  silent   &.   only  able  to  stare  with  mouth  slightly  agape   &.   a  flourish  of  deep  red  scattered  across  her  cheeks   ?   ah   ,   right.  because  of  those  body  chains  that  make  them  look  like  living   ,   breathing  treasure.  this  must  be  what  ren  feels  like  when  yang  does  this  to  them   ,   huh   ?   phoenix  gulps   ,   breathes  like  she’s  been  holding  her  breath  underwater  for  gods  know  how  long   ,   scathing  eyes  all  starry  with  her  adoration.  ren’s  always  been  attractive  in  her  eyes   ,   even  before  yang  realized  she  liked  them  outside  of  an  aesthetic  sense.  they’re  beautiful   ,   the  only  thing  yang  can  focus  on  in  this  moment   &.   she’s  certain  this  trance  -  like  state  will  last  until  the  sun  rises  above  the  moon.  in  spite  of  heart  being  in  her  throat   ,   yang  moves  closer  to  her  partner   ,   ren’s  flames  met  with  a  little  puff  of  her  own  as  hands  start  to  learn  the  frame  of  exposed  chest  all  over  again   ,   this  time  adorned  with  gold  chains  mimicking  stars  in  the  sky.  

mercury's morning selfies had made it particularly hard sticking out the rest of their graveyard shift. tumbling into their bed, ren started exacting revenge by hitting record on their phone, hand sliding past the band of their sleep pants as voice took on breathless, lustful tonality, sighing moans in the shape of mercury's name as they buried their face into his pillow. slight shift of blankets, and then a hitch of breath. a shuddering gasp, and then a swear in mother tongue. ' mercury ... '

     that morning, while getting himself ready for work, mercury had found himself standing in front of the bathroom mirror with his shirt unbuttoned and the zipper of his slacks undone. he'd pulled the waistband down his hips some and opened the front as far as it would go, so obviously showing the curve of the hard on he was sporting rather early in the morning, and he'd taken a couple pictures from different angles on his phone. he rubbed himself absently through grey-blue fabric of underwear as he considered what more to show. he took a pic while he was handling his clothed arousal, he took a pic after tugging down the waist of his underwear too, and he took a couple pics while he leaned against the wall to stroke himself off before work. by the time he'd finished, he managed to get one more picture of the strand of come that clung to the tip of his cock. cleaning up, he'd finished getting ready and went about his day, heading off to work on a newly appointed case with the body of a young woman. she'd died without anyone around at the time, so an autopsy was ordered. those always complicate an embalming.

     silver had sent three of the selfies to ren, knowing full well that they were working today, with the intention of riling them up just as much as he was. he sent the first and the final pictures he took, as well as one of him leaning back, length in hand, a picture he managed to capture mid-gasp. truthfully, he should have known it would come back to bite him — he knew ren, he knew their competitive nature, not to be outdone by anyone, and revenge would be in order. but when he received naught but a voice message in response, with a few hours left of mercury's workday, he knew exactly what he was in for. quicksilver stared at his phone for a minute, weighing his options, despite the fact that the mere idea of what might be in that message was leaving him a little hot under the collar. he slipped phone into pocket and shed his work gear, making sure the body on which he was working was in a stable condition to walk away, and headed off to the bathroom.

     soft gasp. uneven breathing, mercury's name. panting moan. muffled whimper. one groan, then two. foreign words. mercury's name. mercury's name.

     black lost all sense of time and focus in that recording; it could have been minutes or it could have been hours that he stood alone in the bathroom, palming himself through his pants, listening back to specific sounds that felt like individual hot coals between his hips. the noises ren was making were positively licentious and mercury wanted every last drop of them, he would have bled that recording until it no longer held power over him if he'd had the chance. alas, he was still at work, still knee deep in awaiting cadavers, and his ability to balance patient detail work with getting home to jump his tease of a boyfriend was dwindling by the second. his frustrated rubbing only grew in intensity as he pictured the scene before him — already beautiful with clothing on, ren was even more so when clothing started to come off. he imagined, maybe they had stripped for this recording, maybe they'd teased themselves like mercury is wont to do. more likely, however, was that they'd stayed well controlled, slid one hand below the belt and moaned just how they knew silver would like it. they weren't wrong, either way. mercury was a mess.

     he slowed his movements to a stop, standing up straight — albeit a little shakily — and he ran a hand through his hair, frazzled and a little upset with himself for listening while at work in the first place. lips pursed, phone returned to his pocket, and mercury leant over one of the sinks and ran some cold water, splashing his face a couple times before standing once more to grab paper towels. he needed to find his focus again, he knew that, and in reality it wasn't impossible to ignore the way ren moaned for him in his head. difficult, perhaps, but not impossible. trying to think of literally any other earworm than his partner's voice, he left the bathroom and headed back to work. at the very least the apron he wore would cover his arousal. this was one of those times he was glad he worked mostly alone — it meant he could have ren visit when he pleased, but it also meant there wasn't a lot to distract him from thoughts of them. conveniently, or maybe inconveniently, the only ghost around to keep company simply hovered silently near the refrigerator doorway, staring off with a forlorn expression. mercury sighed, and got back to work.

     the ghostly company was far more lively around his house, so he instinctively avoided the spirit of the woman standing right inside his front door, shouldering past her as he haphazardly dropped his work bag to the floor. of the consecrated and soundproofed areas over the house, his first instinct was the living room couch, and when he didn't find ren there, he made his way to the bedroom. upon entering, mercury locked eyes with his partner, lotus sitting pretty on their bed, and silver-tongue walked calmly to their side of the bed. "you couldn't just take a picture, no," he began, voice low and collected. he crawled onto the mattress, and one hand felt up their calf as he settled over them on his knees. "you couldn't have sent a picture of your ass and called it a day." grabbing onto their hips, he tugged their body towards him down the bed, feeling incredibly possessive as heat built up low in his abdomen. "of course not, where's the fun in that?" voice grew darker as his fingers crept up ren's stomach, before slowly dragging nails down the planes of their skin, hooking fingertips into the waistband of their sleep pants. settling himself between their parted thighs, mercury ground his hips down into witch's own, and he lowered himself to be able to pull their shirt collar aside and press heated kisses to exposed skin. "no, you had to go with the one thing…" a shuddered breath. he licked a stripe of skin over their collarbone. "the one thing you could do to make me touch myself while at work." other hand slid under ren's shirt again, brushing nails over pec and nipple, and mercury basked in the feeling of how the bud hardened in response. sucking rather hard on one soft spot at their neck, quicksilver soothed over the bruised area with his tongue.