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send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed

LUST.

The first time was anything but gentle. By the account of them both, it would remain little morethan a haze of carnal pleasure and agonizing desire. It HURT. It felt strange: a combination of debased longing and burning need. 

It was all teeth and tongue - pulling at bruised lipsand blood spilling from the corners of mouths.Fingernails raked across flesh, interlacing patternsof pink and red left in their wake. It was not a kiss – it was an attempt to devour the other man whole. 

And yet, all physical want was sated in a matter of minutes - and afterwards, when all was said and done,t i m e  seemed to drag onward. 

DESPERATION. 

While the pair of them remained eager for each encounter following the first, further visits seemed tostir the mess of memory quietly simmering withinHavoc’s chest. It was a past born of disownment and scarification, and each time he shook beneath hisnew-found companion, it was as though the world were willing two impossible forces to collide. 

The pain stopped for Doc a fair bit faster than it didthe other - and not a month into the bid for closenessdid Havoc spill fragments of torture against his lips. Strangely - albeit with some fortune - the doctor didnot flinch. 

Instead, a hand came to cup the other’s jaw, lips brushing ever-so gingerly as they moved forward against that resistance together. 

FEAR.

Evidently, ‘together’ became a word that both hauntedand held insurance in its grasp. For Doc, it meant partnership: a person whom he could trust ( and cover,and shelter, and protect – ). For Havoc, the prospect of being alone stood defiantly within nightmares, and often in his realities as well. Their definitions of partnership did not often align. 

“I can’t do this,” Doc had said. “I have to leave.”

“Please… don’t go…”

Weakly, fingers curled into the belt of his coat, blue eyes glistening with wetness. The doctor would’ve sworn he could hear his own resolve crumbling, in spite of the sheer terror that gripped him. Experimentation had cometo a grinding halt, and as he craned over to cover the other’s mouth with his own, a entirely different beast wassettling itself into his rib cage. 

They stayed like that for a long while, breathing as one between prolonged kisses.

PASSION.

Months were stockpiled until a year was made, and thetwo remained content - finding in one another the sole source of light and satisfaction the realms had left to provide. Still, a distinct melancholy lingered in the air of the house they’d come to share. 

Doc grew increasingly fond of Havoc with each passing day, and this the other knew well. At times, he’d purposefully settle himself between the doctor and whatever last scraps of work he still clung to. He knew it was possible to horde that attention, to arch back into secure arms as an open mouth traversed the expanseof his chest…

Havoc made it clear that Doc had been lulled into arhythm of subservience. This was met with only half-hearted protest, for the other’s primary ambition seemed mapping and memorizing the interior of Havoc’s mouth– a distraction which somehow always tabled the subject of his submission.  

LOVE.

It began before they’d even entered the house, returning from a drawn-out night of frivolities - Havochaving complained the entire drive home. Protestswere cut short, however, as his back met with the door,hands pinned high above his head. 

While Doc wasn’t smiling, the warmth in his gazewas evident, forehead coming to rest against theother man’s in a brief moment of serenity. Strange as it was, the pair had come to live for the momentary PEACE that they were occasionally granted. Fingerstwined together, Havoc was pulled across the threshold,and soon found himself staring up at the other amidst a tangle of blankets and furs. 

“I love you,” came as a whisper, tattooed into the hollow of Havoc’s throat - repeated as his head dipped, and those lips came to rest over his stomach.

While unexpected, the words were anything but unwelcome. Havoc’s fingers knotted in thick, darkhair, dragging the other up to taste the chardonnay from his tongue. More pleasant than the residualsweetness was a murmur of those same three words, emptied into his mouth as though a fevered prayer.

Hands joined above Havoc’s heart, the doctoradmiring the steady, powerful pulse beneath - asthough, for a brief moment, it cried out in proof of the life held captive within.

“Believe me when I say it, Hav…”

ah em.

“Stay the fuck out of my bedroom, Jack.”

ur gdi. idk how okay i am with that. X,D

wtaf how dare u

how dur u

OH MY GOD SEVEN THOUSAND

[ Thranduil’s bringing Loki seven thousand cakes.