#rtrograde

oh, he absolutely knows that nezha is in the next room over, is that going to stop him from edging ren while he slowly pumps fingers in and out of him, tongue teasing on the underside of ren's cock ? absolutely not.

     he'd spent a good amount of time trying to stay quiet, trying to stay focused on keeping himself together knowing his brother was sitting on the opposite side of the wall his bed was against. small, nearly inaudible gasps and panted sighs made up most of his reactions when caelum had started touching him, undressing him, teasing him. he'd clawed into killer's shoulders as they'd kissed, he'd ground his hips into silver's touch and opened his mouth in a silent moan, only for his strained attempts to keep quiet to fail completely. a desperate groan rumbled in his chest when caelum slipped one slicked finger into his body, and rèn rocked down on his hand, curling his own fingers into strewn black hair. when rèn felt the other's skilled tongue brush over his length, he gave up on caring about whether or not nezha could hear what was going on — caelum's onslaught of pleasure was all that his clouded mind could focus on.

if salem doesn’t kill you , i will.

sleep had always been a difficult affair for mercury, having spent so much of his childhood sleeping with a knife under his pillow. it was different now that he had ren with him, arms locked 'round lotus' waist in a vice grip, face buried into black hair. shaking him free without waking him up at this point would be an impossibility.

     there was something about sleeping with mercury that calmed rèn, in ways he'd never really known before. many a time throughout the last decade had he shared a bed with someone, most notably nora, rather early on in and throughout their friendship, but it was nowhere near as peaceful and heavy then as it was now with quicksilver curled around him. besides the obvious differences, rèn found that he felt safe with the assassin; sleep came easier, deeper, longer than it had in the past. some part of him knew it was a most unlikely scenario — feeling safe in the arms of a killer — but when silver's strong grip wrapped around his waist and he could feel mercury breathing against his back, he really couldn't bring himself to care.

     there they slept, as hours ticked by, and rèn only shifted a couple times in his sleep; every so often he'd let out a sigh, a most gentle sign of changing dreams. it was rare for the lotus to dream sweetly, most often sleeping very lightly, body on high alert despite trying to recharge for the coming day. when he'd started sleeping with mercury rèn slept in short bursts, waking up at the slightest movement or smallest sound, checking his surroundings before drifting off back into light slumber. by now it had been a common enough occurrence that rèn's body grew used to the other's presence beside him, and the warrior could tell he was beginning to rely on mercury for solid rest. tonight was no different — rèn slept soundly, curled into himself, breathing synced up with mercury's own. 

crucial muse development questions | (accepting)

     loving this freedom, thank u nine

10. what would your character make a scene in public about?

     this one is super obvious but discrimination 👏 against  👏 faunus!!!!! people bothering him in particular isn’t likely to get him worked up but he’s very quick to step in and defend someone else, and nothing will get him to play the ‘i’m a cop’ card quicker than that. the only thing he’s ever done to potentially warrant any kind of disciplinary action in his life is get into fights with civilians over treatment of other faunus, and he may have a penchant for low-key provoking people like this into hitting him first so he has an excuse to arrest them 🙃

15. what is your character afraid of?