#demacianbrawn

“Y’know, big guy—when people invite someone to their house, they usually take them out to dinner first.”

His tone was light; teasing as he spoke, hand waving around as he spoke, his lap nestled within blankets in the plush mattress—much more comfortable then the dirt and cobblestone floors of the temples he had been raiding before he had gotten to Demacia. Lithe arms stretched over his head, a loud yawn leaving the blonde as he arched his back, feeling it crack in three different places as he did so.

“And here I thought flirting with your sister all the time woulda put a bad taste in your mouth when it comes to me! Buuuut, I’m kind of a big deal, so I totally get it.” Playfully, his tongue stuck out of his mouth, his body suddenly cringing and a soft sound of pain leaving him as he brought his hand to the bandaged wound on his chest. That’s why he was here—because he got hurt. Wrong place, wrong time—if Garen didn’t show up, he swore he would have been in worse condition. Maybe even dead! No, he had been through worse, but, he was appreciative all the same.

He’s sensitive—it shows by the way his skin seems to twitch from every kiss pressed against it; Garen’s lips trailing down slowly; agonizingly so. Ezreal can feel calloused thumbs rub against his flesh as strong hands hold him firmly by his hips; Ezreal’s fingertips toying with dark strands of hair as his other arm kept him slightly propped up so he could carefully watch the other. A soft, relaxed sigh leaves through his nostrils; a shaky breath escaping his lips as Garen proceeded to move lower, and lower; down, down, down Ezreal’s bare form.

There was a sound of sputtering that left the blonde as he nearly choked on the water he had been drinking, nestled in the blankets of the bigger man’s bed; one hand covering his mouth as to not get water everywhere, and the other moving the glass to the night stand. The question caught him off guard; cheeks suddenly flushed a deep crimson as blue gaze flickered over to Garen who had been sitting next to him—Why did he look so sad when he asked?

“Yeeeah, a little. This is… what, day two? You really did a number on me, Garen!” Mock whining left him; a way to tease the bigger man before the smaller gave a slight, nonchalant shrug. “Worth it, though.”

crooked kingdom starters

"Talk, talk." Kayn's reclined on a low bough of a tree, his thick braid hanging down as he indulges in a honeyfruit he found. With one leg crossed over the other, he's the perfect picture of relaxation. Utterly unbothered by the man on the ground beneath him. He rips at the fruit with his teeth, discarding the stem and seeds just by extending an arm and letting them slip between his fingers.

@demacianbrawn sent: look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

making demands (always accepting)

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  grunted  at  him  unintelligibly  .  he  kept  his  glowing  eyes  descended  ;  realizing  he’d  accidentally  torn  a  corner  clean  of  the  wool  cloth  draping  garen’s  thigh  .  it  was  hard  to  detach  his  claws  from  the  man’s  flesh  ,  digging  harder  the  firmer  garen  tried  to  gouge  any  signs  of  consciousness  within  the  half  -  beast  .  the  predator  ,  salivating  with  hooked  teeth  protruding  in  threads  of  hostility  —  &  the  prey  ;  a  very  sturdy  one  ;  kept  planted  before  the  predator’s  jaws  .  slowly  did  the  crimson  beast  meet  garen’s  eyes.

❝  stop  —  garen  —  ❞  𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  growled  ,  obviously  failing  the  attempt  of  passable  facsimile  of  normalcy  .  he  didn’t  want  to  bring  attention  to  the  tenuous  grasp  on  himself  .  disturbingly  intense  ,  the  adrenaline  still  buzzing  in  his  fingers  .  it  was  deeply  unsettling  to  know  he  could  be  overwhelmed  by  panic  to  the  point  of  barely  recognizing  where  he  was  .  ❝  i  will  fucking  …  hurt  you  .  ❞

he’s  forced  to  stare  at  him  when  the  demacian  kept  a  firm  grasp  on  his  face  ,  not  allowing  him  to  leave  .  even  if  𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  threatened  with  bared  teeth  &  clenching  hands  surrounding  the  width  of  the  man’s  wrists  ,  tendrils  digging  into  ivory  flesh  .

he  was  still  heaving  raggedly  &  slowly  gripping  harder  .  trying  to  reclaim  his  mental  faculties  as  he  maintained  his  state  upon  garen’s  hardened  face  .  evidently  laced  with  concern  .  he  groveled  under  his  breath  ,  nodding  slowly  as  he  was  carefully  swayed  to  calmness  .  his  scarred  chest  still  churning  with  quickened  breaths  ,  but  the  magic  suffusing  his  eyes  bled  into  a  more  dull  orange  .  ❝  f  …  fineph…  let  go  of  m’  face  …  ❞  he  tried  to  speak  through  sharpened  teeth  .

he  slowly  retracted  his  claws  ,  using  the  remaining  strength  in  his  hands  to  pry  the  captain’s  hands  off  his  head  ,  his  brows  digging  downwards  .  ❝  don’t  —  do  that  .  ❞  he  breathed  .

“G—Garen—“

Lithe fingers gently made their way to nestle into short, dark locks; chipped nails gently digging into Garen’s scalp as lips had pressed themselves down into his neck; the blonde shivering slightly, and even more so as those kisses slowly started to descend downwards. Soft breathes had left the smaller; chest still heaving from kisses stolen from lips they had now slightly swollen from teeth and pressure; head tilting to give her other more access to flesh as Ezreal remained straddling his lap. His skin was flushed differently shades of red; like watercolour on paper—the colour making the freckles that danced upon the bridge of his nose and is shoulders and down his arms more noticeable; like an artist who used their thumb against a brush’s bristle to gently splatter paint to their canvas. The blue runes on his cheeks buzzing to life with a slight glow before simmering down; briefly shining only because Ezreal’s concentration wasn’t focused on withholding small slivers of magic to light up his face.

“Mmn..” a soft grunt left him; one hand untangling itself from the other man’s hair and slowly trailing down the back of his neck before moving to meet his shoulder, gently squeezing it to urge the other that he didn’t have to stop. Ezreal’s body felt hot from the attention; his goggles, shirt, jacket and gauntlet tossed to the floor forever ago; the blonde half bare in the soldier’s lap and trying to keep himself from going crazy from every little kiss or touch that Garen had blessed him with. Lips parted ever so slightly; soft breaths of air leaving him as he gently shifted against Garen’s lap. A snort left him, amused. “Really going at it, huh, lover boy?”

A grin crept onto his features—familiar. Cocky, but this time it seemed much softer than usual—as if he was being less full of himself. Regardless, arousal burned within him, gasping softly as he felt teeth brush against his collar bone and strong, calloused hands squeezing his smaller waist, causing Ezreal’s hips to press downwards.

His head tilts over to the side ever so lightly; blonde bangs falling into his face which proceeds to have him flick some of his hair out of his eyes; blue gaze not leaving the taller whatsoever—No, instead it seemed like they were scanning him, almost, until blue met blue once more and a shrug was given. “Yeah, and? Maybe I wanna get to know you a little better, big guy! Nothing wrong with that, right?” He pulled his hand from the wall, opting to lean his shoulder against it instead with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Uuuugh, how many times do I gotta say it? I hate that word! I liberate! Ooor procure! Don’t those have a much better ring to it? Besides! I don’t need you helping me take anything! I got that all under control myself.” A snort leaves him; head tilting in the other direction as his goggles slide down his face and around his neck, causing Ezreal to quickly put them back on his head and fix his hair. He don’t expect much from this interaction with Garen, knowing that maybe the bigger man was still wary of him, but, he had to give it a shot, right?

“How do I get this through your thick skull? You’re a good looking guy, I’m a good looking guy—You can look past the magic, right? I won’t use it! I don’t get to really wander much of Demarcus since I’m always just…mostly passing through, Y’know? Here for a couple days and I’m outta here! But I thought, why not have Demacia’s finest show me around, huh? Lux is busy, anyway—“ he brought up a hand to pat the others arm, ignoring the fact that Ezreal was now avoiding eye contact and that his cheeks were slightly flushed. Man, he thought he was better at this…