#codedfaith

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to display such a loss of control, to allow himself to express how good he feels -- it is something vanderwood feels the need to fight against, even in this moment, even when he trusts saeyoung so much. half the fun is making saeyoung work for it, isn't it? isn't half the fun in goading saeyoung to work harder, to pin him down and go deeper, to hold both vanderwood's wrists in his grasp and go harder, deeper, to give him more, more--

vanderwood has been biting his lip, holding back any noises he can -- truthfully, he would be biting his own hand, had he been able, but instead he turns his head to the side, trying to bury his face into his own shoulder, into the blanket, but he can't.

instead, as saeyoung grinds against him, slowly, hitting just the right spot instead him, a tiny moan escapes vanderwood, brows furrowing. he tries his best to fight the noise down, to bite it back, but-- oh, it just feels so good.

vanderwood twists in saeyoung's grasp, unsure if he is trying to get more, or to get away from the pleasure. saeyoung's grip holds him in place, their hips pressed flush, fingernails biting into vanderwood's wrists, and oh, that adds to the sensation that threatens to overwhelm vanderwood.

and then: praise, saeyoung saying look at that pretty expression--

vanderwood arches up into saeyoung, moan escaping him as he is praised. he finds himself rolling his hips, fucking himself on saeyoung, trying to get more, more.

" please-- " it is half-whimpered, something vanderwood would be loathe to admit to later. " please, i need-- " vanderwood stops himself, hands twisting in saeyoung's grasp, reaching for something, anything, to steady himself.

brows knitting together, vanderwood's lips fall open into a pretty little oh-- as saeyoung pulls back, thrusting into him harder, harder, fucking the breath out of him, vanderwood's mind beginning to blank as the pleasure mounts.

“ what is this place? ” is the first question she sneers once her eyes flicker open from darkness, scanning the surroundings which are so cold before landing upon @codedfaith. truthfully, she already has an idea what the answer is. she's been scaling what was suspected to be mint eye's headquarters for weeks now on orders of her superior and partner in justice. of course she got caught this time and knocked out cold before waking up here.

it was cults like these that made her skin crawl. how pretentious, vain, and full of it organizations like mint eye are. selfish sinners who take advantage of the vulnerable and manipulate innocent human hearts for their own gain. “ what is it your savior has promised you, i wonder . . . everlasting happiness? if only you serve with your life, naturally. despicable. ”

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꧁⁕༻♕༺⁕꧂ "Mon ami..." The prince's voice was soft and warm. While his charismatic personality was never a shield to hide behind, he felt there was no room for flattery in this situation. A merry twinkle as fond memories filtered through his mind's eye as he remembered the past.

"Kyoya, you know what I think about?" He asked rhetorically and he clicked his tongue against his teeth as he lifted his gaze to meet Kyoya's. "I think about the day we first met. Here, at the academy. That was only a couple years ago. I cannot believe how quickly time is flying by, my friend. I feel like it was only yesterday." The twinkle in his eyes grew far away, and he shook his head gently before placing his hands on his best friend's shoulders.

"I think about how lucky I am to have met someone like you, Kyoya Ootori. I don't know where I would be without you." He would certainly be a lot lonelier and probably in deeper trouble than he'd like to admit, if he didn't have someone like Kyoya by his side. His constant. His family. A home where he could visit and snuggle under the warmth of a kotatsu. His best friend. Tamaki pulled his hands back and hugged himself as he looked away. "You'll never know how grateful I am to you."

she straightened in her seat just a little, kicking one leg over the other and tucking her cold, calloused hands into the pockets of her jacket. how badly she wanted to smoke, if only to offer comfort to her anxious nerves since she could now sit. it didn't matter that her lungs currently ached and her body felt weak. yet, this was a stranger's vehicle and she wasn't about to assume she had any right to do so.

antigone leaned her head against her fist as her elbow rest against the door, listening to his insistence on what a good samaritan would do. in her world, a good soul was difficult to find. she hadn't expected anyone to even lend her assistance. when she had fled from her home, it had been under the impression that she would be stumbling about until she found her way to the city. his kind gesture simply sped up the process, and worked to her advantage.

" no worries. " she waved aside his concern about comfort, her voice quiet with a hoarse edge from the way that the cold had sunk into her body. she knew she was definitely catching a cold. " my name is ann. " she states quickly, speaking in a half truth. she didn't go by any nicknames, but her own name stood out far too much for her to speak it.