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Doc Scratch shrugged openly. "I'm not /afraid/ you'll do anything. There really is nothing to hide here. Some things may prove to be confusing but that's merely my nature." Scratch couldn't relate to Slick's childhood and early familial woes, in truth; he lacked them both. He hadn't "grown up"- he'd simply existed, and for a rather extensive period of time. It wasn't the most cheering path of thought, and certainly not what he should have been focusing on right now, but it was unavoidable still. The fact was he was a bit emotionally stifled, yes, and sometimes found it difficult to properly express himself without coming across as static, flat, or offensively apathetic. He was still working on it, and slowly was getting better.

"And... No." Scratch smirked to himself. "Not many do. Some get invited to the sitting room, but... Not many. You needn't worry."

Scratch had to wonder why his chambers were so big, too; he honestly could have made due with a room half the area of what he had, and the same went for the size of his bed. He felt it was mocking him, in a way; not only was he small, but the size seemed to accentuate the fact that, not only was it designated for him alone, but it was cold as well. That was symbolic in and of itself, but seeing Slick simply sit on the edge of the bed made a soft green glow return to his cheeks; the rise wasn't caused by anything that was considered illicit or salacious, he was just experiencing that feeling, the near-intoxicating sense of captivation that was so new to him and seemed to strike at the oddest of times when with Spades Slick.

It wasn't wise. He really should have known better. Some part of Scratch chastised him for giving in so easily to his affections, but wasn't that what the very purpose was? It wasn't a weakness, it was simply emotion, selfless in its entirety. So when Slick pulled him closer, he didn't fight, or even give a major indication of surprise. He did blush further, however, but relaxed into Slick's grasp, aware he meant no harm toward the other. He let his arms slip under Slick's, crossing loosely behind his back.

2014-09-05 02:41:35
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It was a good thing Scratch hadn't refused Slick's tug or given much hesitation, for if he did, Slick would have firstly felt the other wasn't wanting of the situation, and that the taller would undoubtedly call off the planned... 'Interrogation', before it escalated. He didn't want the other to be uncomfortable at all, and would rather they both want the same thing before taking that first step. So, when the pale looped his arms around Slick's torso, hands at his back, the darkly dressed of the two merely nuzzled affectionately into the crook of his neck. He wished to set down a rule or two, not for himself, but if necessary he could use it.

"A'ighty, real quick. I'm pretty damned sure ya know what a safe-word is, so if there's anythin' I do, or am gonna do, that ya absolutely don't wanna, say..." He thought for a brief moment. "-oh, I dunno, broom, I guess." He has to stifle a snicker, not knowing why such an object of choice came to mind, but he rolled with it anyway. He doubted it would be used anyway, seeing that Spades Slick intended to be quite sweet and almost loving in his actions, still a very rare side of himself, but pleasant.

His arms rested at the other's lower back, but one shifted to thumb over the back of his suspenders and feel the metal clasp. It was his new favorite accessory the other adorned, for obvious reasons, but it was the first on the list to get off. It wasn't hard either, just a flip of a clasp and the straps could be slid off before carelessly being dropped to the floor somewhere. The only indication it even hit the floor was the dull sound of the metal hitting wooden floor, and even then Slick didn't pay the sound much attention since he was rather entranced by his own actions. He knew he should be undoing the other's shirt now, but he felt that he shouldn't have him getting bare with himself still clothed, so he decides to instead unbutton his own black flannel. It didn't take much either; a few jerky potions of tugging one side of the shirt, making the buttons slip from their slots, especially after constant jerks from former attempts at yanking it off. He really was aggressive in almost everything he did, but hesitated for a fraction of a second when undoing his shirt.

Unlike Scratch, Spades Slick was not in any shape or form of perfection or flawlessness (as if that was a secret). Where the other's skin was a porcelain white, his own was a bit tanned, and even perminately bruised in some areas. It came as no surprise that he had scars of variating sizes, though none were wider then an inch or longer then half a foot. The only massive wound was the one on his side from the shooting, but even that was healing up nicely and Droog had allowed him to toss the sling. It was still wrapped up in gauze for protection purposes however, but Slick didn't feel as much pain as he usually did from it, and found it was pretty bearable now. Most of the time, he didn't even notice it was there, then again, he had a sort of high tolerance for pain. Though, his body itself was weak, and thus he grew exhausted quicker the first few days after the heist gone bad incident. He didn't feel self conscious about that certain wound, but the few streaks of pale, jagged scars across his chest had him fidgeting slightly, especially under Scratch's sight. He did have the torso of a swimmer though, but has never touched a pool in his lifetime so far. It was more then likely due to the constant scuffles and strifes he found himself thrown into, or starting more often then not.

2014-09-05 06:28:16
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Though if he had his way it would never be admitted, Doc Scratch was secretly very relieved that Slick had initiated all this. He'd feared being too, well, stiff and awkward, if he'd tried to do it himself. Scratch was sure he would have sent the wrong message across in that. He'd have to be careful in his expressions, then, not wanting to make Slick think he was remotely hesitant. He considered the Midnight Crew leader noble in that regard, at least- he would not press on if he suspected for a moment that Scratch was uncomfortable, and had even implemented a safe word for the two (Scratch could not foresee himself using it, however the gesture did not go without suitable note). That, along with the affectionate nuzzling into his neck, had given him more reason to allow a deeper flush begin to creep over him. He suspected that, in the near future, he'd be doing that noticeably more than usual.

Embarrassingly enough, Scratch almost had to bend his knees a bit so as not to let his pants begin slipping down after Slick removed his suspenders. Realistically, he knew they wouldn't be on for a great deal of time longer, but he was still a little touchy on that subject. He didn't let it show, however; point was the pale man was just thin enough to actually require the suspenders. It was legitimately irksome for Scratch, but more of a personal qualm than any issue with the situation. At least while he was still standing, he was taller than Spades Slick was. Scratch knew that even that was especially subject to changing, but until that time, he'd enjoy the switch-up. Though he did have the urge to put the suspenders away somewhere, it was suppressed; any other time he was undressed, he obviously was doing it himself, and clothes were put away immediately, so it felt a bit odd to leave the suspenders lay.

He was sufficiently distracted, however, when Slick began to unbutton his own shirt and pull it open. Scratch found himself actually moving to aid him in removing the garment entirely (Another thing on his floor he'd have to ignore). He knew Slick felt a bit offset by the drastic difference between their appearance, but Scratch couldn't say that he was; he admired it, in a way. Slick was able to do something he wasn't, which was keep a scar. Scratch's only one had been there since he'd come into existence, and it looked more like the result of a surgical procedure than a brawl. Even so, Scratch allowed one hand to trail down the right side of Slick's chest, slow and calculated. His fingers just barely grazed the seam where metal met flesh, and he seemed to marvel in it in and of his own. His pale fingertips outlined the much more prominent definition of Spades Slick's muscles, taking his time. After it seemed he'd drank in his fill, he glanced back up to Slick.

2014-09-05 11:27:22
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Slick could practically feel the heat radiating off the other's face from his blush, and chuckled lightly at witnessing such a display. He doesn't think he'll ever tire of seeing such a color on the other's features, though the vanilla color on him wasn't bad either. Slick didn't even notice the internal dislike towards their clothing (well mainly the taller's at this point) being tossed to the floor. If anything, he probably would have still continued to drop them to the floor anyway, a peice of himself might've enjoyed being an annoying prick, even in this predicament.

He didn't exactly expect Scratch to help slip his shirt off, however it wasn't an unwanted attention even in the slightest. Though, he did glance off to the side for a brief second as he fel the other looking his scars over. It wasn't until a pale hand was placed to his skin did he finally let out that small breath of air he had been holding in. It was a silent, relaxed exhaled, blue hue glancing down at the other's roaming fingertips and finding his own skin starting to ripple with goosebumps. Hopefully, the other wouldn't notice he took subtle delight out of his actions, his jaw clenching for a moment and only slightly since a purr craved to slip from him at the gentle attention. He couldn't help but feel comfortable at this point, if not completey enamored at the paler man. When those matching brilliant green orbs were flicking back up to him, Slick felt a creeping sensation to yank the bastard onto the bed and give him anything and everything he wanted. It was nothing short of adoration that the Crew leader held for the Felt leader, and though that was wrong on more levels then a few, Slick wasn't really one to abide by rules anyway.

After scooting back just slightly on the bed, a hand came up to hook a thumb in one of the other's belt loops, then ease him down a bit so he'd have to rest a knee on the bed. His other hand moved up to curl into the front of Scratch's shirt, pulling him down into a hard kiss similar to that very first one the two shared during their meeting. That first one may have been filled with mixed feelings, mainly despise and a need to see that so smug face turned to horror, but this one wasn't necessarily filled with any bitter intentions. It was slow and passionate.

2014-09-05 12:48:53
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It was next to impossible for Scratch to neglect to notice the goosebumps that he'd raised on the taller male. This was not only because he was insanely perceptive, but because the only thing his attention was on right now was Spades Slick. That he only considered common courtesy, so he took note of every change, external and internal, that overtook the other. He knew Slick enjoyed his blushing, and he was almost about to inform him that it had been a very rare occurrence before all this had began. But that was no longer viable, and now, with Slick around, it was always just a matter of waiting before a decent green flush had occurred to him. Scratch didn't particularly want teased about it, but what was going to happen was going to happen. It was attention nonetheless, and not exactly negative by nature- he might not have minded it after all.

Scratch's mouth twisted into a very brief grin as he was pulled forward by Slick; his knee did come up to rest on the side of the mattress, between Slick's own spread ones, as he was yanked down into a kiss reminiscent of the one they'd first shared. It still amused him to recall it, how Slick had expected him to pitch a fit, and how he'd legitimately considered it, but instead decided against it. Odd to think, but that was the occurrence that had started the whole thing between them; Slick's return, the eventual romance, and now this. Scratch did not exactly find something wrong with engaging in this sort of thing with Slick- besides their obvious partition, there was nothing wrong with it. Once one cared to look past the fact they belonged to opposing factions, there was nothing wrong, and it became identical to every other instance of this behavior between two people. And since sleeping together really didn't come to the benefit or detriment of either group, Scratch saw it as outside of both organizations entirely. If he forced himself to affiliate, things would not go well- the same was true with Slick, if he tried to constantly connect their relationship with the Felt's activities.

Not minding at all the hand clutching at his button up, Scratch returned the kiss to Slick, much like he had at the close of their very first meeting. This time was different due not only to the intent behind it, but the fact Scratch felt no inward twinge that came with wanting to bat the other man away for infringing on his personal space. He enjoyed it, even; it was still a relatively novel concept, this invasion of his proximity, and when it was done carefully and with explicit permission, he could not find it overtly disagreeable. Scratch's hands went to hold either side of Slick's face; his thumbs carefully traced his jawline, and the heels of his palms met the sides of his neck. His fingers met the other man's dark hairline, but it was a light touch and he made no attempts to twine through his hair, though Scratch personally enjoyed doing as much.

2014-09-05 17:22:21
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The feeling of the other kissing him back just as he had the first time was overly satisfying in a way that coaxed a light and almost inaudible groan from him. It wasn't as if he hasn't been kissed before, nor would do doing this sort of intimacy be a first, however this would be a foreign feeling relationship between himself and another. He hasn't had such intimacy between himself and another like this before, and finds himself deeply liking such affections being cast his way. It was an almost ego booster really, and in turn the taller unashamedly showed his own affections towards the paler man. Idly, he wonders after this night, would their status change from 'couple' to 'lovers', or was it the definition the same either way? He felt like there was a difference somewhere in there, however he couldn't necessarily pinpoint where, and supposed he'd figure it out eventually, if ever really.

The hands placed at either side of his neck were, at first and only for a second, alarming. It wasn't as if Scratch had done something to him or cause pain or anything of that sort, but the habit of keeping such a vital point on his body protected at all costs was a habit that refused to die down. Though, the only indication of this slight hesitation was the fluttering of a small muscle in his jaw. After that brief second or so however, he was relaxed once more and actually found himself leaning into the gentle touch. The kiss itself was a bit heated, the touch along his jawline and the fingertips grazing his hairline was quite the opposite and coaxed him to half lid his blue hue. The hand at his chest slid around to wrap around his waist, then ease himself back a bit so Slick could tug Doc further upon the mattress with a smirk.

Once the paler and shorter man was atop himself, the taller started to unbutton the other's shirt once more. The action in itself was a lot surer then it had originally been in the kitchen, and he was able to finish the task in no longer then ten seconds or so. He had tugged the other onto himself in a sort of silent attempt at comfort. Slick didn't think it would be advised to just shove him straight down upon the bed at the first chance, and wanted to be a bit careful with his actions and take the steps easy. Of course, once he's able to get the lime green shirt off the Felt leader, he tosses it to the floor with the rest of the articles, not once leaving the other's lips to do this either. He had merely depended upon his sense of touch, and even now his hands scratched lightly over the other's back with blunt nails and careful mechanical claws.

2014-09-05 18:54:17
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Scratch could feel the muscles beneath Slick's skin work as he clenched his jaw. Doc Scratch would likely never stoop so low as to strike someone when all their defenses were lowered in a position such as this. That would be perhaps the dirtiest move he could think of, and he did not blame Spades Slick for reacting as he had- the man was practically born and bred into strife and discord, he had every right to express his alarm as he had. Scratch figured he must have trusted him at least marginally, then; he hadn't been too disturbed at the touch, and had responded well after. It helped relax the porcelain man as well, and his lips had curled into a brief smirk after recognizing the groan he'd made. That was good, he thought. He'd do well to attempt to draw more from the other man, just as Slick tried to get him to blush.

Even as Slick's eye fell half-closed, both of Scratch's were already shut; he saw no real reason to keep them open, and even considered it a bit awkward, personally. But, as with the aforementioned reason for tensing when his neck was touched, Scratch could understand Slick's purpose for acting as he had.

When he was pulled forward further, Scratch again did not protest in any way, shape, or form, which resulted in a position wherein he was bent slightly over Slick, left hand pressed to the mattress and soft blankets now, above Slick's shoulder; his right was close to the taller man's hip, not exactly touching it. Scratch, of course, had to shift his arms when Slick went to pull his dress shirt off, doing his part to remove it. Miraculously, their kiss did not break throughout it, which was almost impressive to him.

Doc Scratch did pull away after, however, head tilting minutely and eyes reopening slightly. His warm breath touched Slick's neck, and they were just barely further apart than they had been while kissing. Though the main purpose of breaking away had been to get his breath back, Scratch still found himself brushing his lips against the other's skin, at the top of his jaw near his ear. Slick hadn't hesitated thus far in displaying his affection to Scratch, so he'd decided at the very least he could attempt the same and hope he didn't embarrass himself during the process.

2014-09-05 20:07:03
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Slick didn't particularly have a problem with the other atop himself, and was actually a bit comfortable, especially since the bed itself was much softer then he was use to. The closest thing he's gotten to a fabric such as this would be Droog's velvet tie, and even then it didn't even compare to the green blanket and sheets. When Scratch had to break the kiss, Slick gave a quiet pant, fangs parted slightly as he had the ever so familiar and delightful taste of vanilla upon his tongue. He had been so consumed in marveling in the other's signature flavor that when the lips brushed against his jawline, the claws of a shiver ran up his shoulder blades and then back down his spine sharply. They were gentle and soft, and the ghosting of the other's warm breath caressing his skin woke up something wanting in the taller man. The hand that had been drawing up Scratch's back was now curled solidly, though not roughly, in his platinum locks as Slick stifled a pleased groan at his actions. Though the Felt member may have a tendency to blush unintentionally at odd times around the mobster, Slick was finding himself becoming more vocal then usual.

In a swift movement and careful placement of leverage, he twists an soon as the paler man switching positions with himself, both of the taller's hands placed on either side of the other's head as he was straddling Scratch to the bed lightly. His blue hue narrows just slightly, but there's a certain predatory glint in it that wasn't necessarily aggressive, but more so greedy. His actions don't grow rougher even slightly, but he grows more heated with his actions as he starts to press open mouthed kisses to his jaw and spot where his blood pumped visibly through a vessel. One hand, careful and slow, slides down the porcelain chest, ghosting over the dips and curves of his abdomen before dipping his fingers into the hem of the paler's slacks, gripping the hem and shifting his index slightly up and down at the lower point of the shorter's abdominal area.

He had basically been asking for permission to take the pants off, knowing he could have just slid them down on his own will, but wanted to 'behave' for another second or so, then he would cut all ties to such and act, only if he was given the 'ok' of course. Another thing he had to keep in mind was that he didn't wish to over stimulate Scratch, so he would do his best to stick to the vanilla (pun not intended) intimacy and wouldn't do more then necessary... Well, he did enjoy making the other blush, so maybe a bit more touching here and there, but nothing too extreme or anything he couldn't handle for his first time. Slick felt a bit... Almost special(?) that this would be the first time Scratch would be sleeping with someone.

2014-09-05 23:43:46
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The next series of reactions Doc Scratch garnered were all ones he enjoyed to high degrees; simply hearing Slick vocalize about something he'd liked helped ease him a bit, and made him feel just a bit less hesitant. It informed him that, without a doubt, something he had done had affected the Midnight Crew's leader enough to make him groan. Scratch felt proud, as he always did when Slick was this expressive in regards to how he communicated his feelings- particularly these ones, which Scratch had undoubtedly had a hand in rising up. It was a sort of confirmation he was doing things correctly. And evidently he was, because the next thing he knew, Slick had flipped their positions and had him pinned to his mattress. Scratch didn't struggle, not even out of surprise; he let Slick go on as he pleased.

He caught notice of the gleam in the taller man's cold blue eye, however, and recognized the luster that was present there. It sent a pleasurable tremor up and down the First Guardian's spine; there was no doubt that Scratch enjoyed the newer, almost more assertive overtone that Slick had employed, for what reason exactly, he couldn't place. He simply enjoyed the open kisses to his jaw and jugular, sure that Slick wouldn't purposely rend his skin with those fangs of his- at least not without permission. If he'd asked, Scratch didn't know if he could refuse him that. No permanent damage could be done to him, at the least, and he knew some people enjoyed it. But he'd realized Slick had the intent to take things a bit slower this first time around, which he was also a bit grateful for.

When Slick's hand found the top of his spotless dress pants, Scratch cast a quick look down to where his fingers had slid underneath the material. He raised a hand and took that same one in it. Slowly, he shifted Slick's hand across his white skin and to the button and zipper of his pants. He gave the other man's hand a brief squeeze before withdrawing it altogether, permission expressly granted to remove his pants. Scratch was a bit nervous for this part, really, but he assumed he could handle it- in all reality, he did not think Slick would bully him for any inexperience he might have displayed, and would instead take things at a pace suitable for them both. That was what Scratch considered truly sweet, and Slick was doing surprisingly well at it.

2014-09-06 05:26:56
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Whilst half of his attention was directed towards the pale skin that had healed up considerably from former ministrations, the other part of his attention was with the hand curling around his own and directing it towards the button and zipper to the man's slacks. Briefly, his thumb brushed over the button, his actions with littering love bites and hickeys over the other's skin coming to a small pause as he glanced down to make sure he didn't mess up in undoing the paler's pants. Slick coincidentally let out a rather audible exhale in sync when he undid the white slacks, so the noise of doing such a thing was basically silent. To avoid any embarrassment on Scratch's side, the taller nuzzles under his chin with a dark purr, easing the other to tilt his chin up and expose his neck a bit more so he could glance down as the one in action slid the article of clothing down. It took the effort of both of his hands, and had to manuver himself so he could ease the pants off without a fuss, and with Scratch's help of course. He does leave the paler's undergarment on, however, only because he didn't want him to feel overexposed whilst the Crew leader undid his own black slacks.

Doc Scratch undoubtedly had smooth to touch skin, and the shiver that had noticing racked up the deity's spine had Slick reeling in satisfaction. He adored such a reaction, and hoped he could earn more such as that. For now though, he was busy undoing his own clothing, finally getting that done an shoving it past his hips and letting it drop somewhere off to the side on the floor with little to no noise. Surprisingly, he hadn't gone commando that day, and had boxers on instead. What was still a bit embarrassing besides his normal avoidance of briefs or boxers was the fact he was now indeed turned on. A bit more then he had been in the kitchen, and with such flawless and chiseled to perfection physically attributes, he ended up feeling his boxers become tighter then normal as he couldn't help but eye the other for a moment. Without even thinking about it, he's quoting himself from earlier.

"Shit, you're... You're jus' fuckin' gorgeous..." He mumbled, looking back up to the shorter's gaze and lowering himself so he could give the other a proper kiss, both hands on either thigh of Scratch as he slowly slid them upward and dipped them under the fabric of his undergarment, before sliding them back down again.

A part of himself felt like he should have asked, but before that thought can really hit him hard, he's finding his hand pressed against the front of the Felt leader's garment and palming over the fabric with an expert and gentle press. In a way, he was testing the waters, seeing what was okay, and what was definitely not all right. Another thing that soon hit him was the fact he didn't have any lube. Of course, how was he suppose to know that he'd be in need of such a substance this night? That meant he'd have to, more then likely, improvise. He didn't want to cause Scratch much or any pain, he wanted this to be nice, sweet, and undoubtedly smooth. Slick was aware of what moves to make, and the ones to completely avoid. At least, for the first night or so. Maybe after a couple more times, or if Scratxh was feeling comfortable with it, Slick would start to leave bite marks on the other, or more. It depended upon where this all went really, but he can contemplate that later.

2014-09-06 14:30:22
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Doc Scratch's thin, now-bare chest rose and fell steadily under Slick's attentions, with each and every kiss and hickey. When it hit him Slick really was opening up his pants and had begun to tug them down, his heart jumped and fluttered, due to something he'd succinctly write off as being caught just slightly off guard. That might not have been the exact case, however, as he displayed no indication of surprise on his features; he was still caught up in Slick's mouth traveling across his neck and chest, head tilting back further as the other urged it. When the time to do as much came, he lifted his hips up a bit so his pants could slide down easier, and nudged them off from around his ankles after (this was also the most opportune time for him to slip his shoes and socks off, which came easily- it just felt uncomfortably strange to be wearing them without much else). After, the contact of the topmost blanket on his skin seemed oddly foreign- he usually didn't feel it with this much bare skin, but it felt good to him. He understood now why Slick had enjoyed it, though the latter was largely unaccustomed to things the fibre of which Doc Scratch was in possession of.

Scratch might not have watched Slick while he'd worked at the other's pants, but he did see the Midnight Crew leader take his own off, glancing down just slightly to see the black garment be dropped to the floor to join its white counterpart. Unsurprisingly enough, Scratch's briefs were white as well, though in comparison to his skin they almost seemed an off shade of the color (though it wasn't exactly the color of Slick's underwear he was taking into account, though he'd never want to fess up to it). Scratch's eyes were brought back forward when Slick spoke again, reiterating a bit of what he'd said after opening his shirt in the kitchen. It had the same effect, however; Scratch's blush was renewed, and it was all he could do to mumble a thanks in response before he was kissed again. Scratch then raised his arms to cross over Spades Slick's back, resting loosely on his shoulder blades.

Though it'd likely embarrass him to no end to bring it up, Doc Scratch had, after all, seen this coming and known they were to... Engage in such activities. Thus, when out and purchasing what had been necessary for dinner, he'd acquired what was needed in that aspect, too. He'd known as well Slick would be at a loss, but there was absolutely no reason for someone who knew everything that was going to occur should have been. In a way he considered it courtesy, but he honestly felt as if it were downright mortifying as well. He knew he should have been just a tad bit more mature, if not businesslike, on the matter, but- oh god was that his hand. Scratch hadn't exactly anticipated that, though he knew he should have. Even so, he made sure not to react in a way that would make Slick think he'd overstepped some line. That was the very last thing he wanted. Thankfully, his reaction was still natural- breaking off from their kiss with a quiet gasp, shuddering breaths following just behind.

2014-09-06 17:16:38
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When the sound of shoes hitting the floor caught Slick's mild attention, he took that as a hint to ease his own off, but left his socks on since he was too impatient to deal with such an article. It wouldn't have been the first time, at least. He doesn't really give their clothing on the floor a second glance, but he knows he's going to have to untangle their shirts from each other later.

His own hand that was currently preoccupied was gripping the silky blankets in a death-like grip. It wasn't out of tension or aggression, but more so a way to hold himself back as Scratch broke their kiss and a gasp, one Slick had not been expecting, slipped from his lips and was followed by stuttering intakes of breath. He knew then that his action was an advisable one, and smirked deviously down at the other with a chill running up his spine. The reaction was undoubtedly perfect, just as his meek gratitude of thanks towards the mobster's compliment had been. It was then he realized he was doing something he hadn't done quite often, and that was make sure his partner was as pleased as himself.

Usually, he couldn't care less whether the person he was sleeping with had as much fun as himself; he did what he wanted, where he wanted it, and once done he would leave or kick them out of the hideout (except that concept with Droog wouldn't be advised, he'd end up leaving on his own). But, here he was, not only being careful, but making sure Scratch wasn't simply laying their awkwardly or nervously. He'd rather the paler man let himself relax into his touch and just let go, drop all the 'business'-like tendencies of his and enjoy a little luxury that wasn't of the 'finest' degree, but was affectionate and foreign. The arms wrapped around his chest had him planted, and in turn, instead of kissing the other once more, nuzzled into his platinum locks slightly. The main reason being, he enjoyed earning such gasps, and knew they would be a rarity outside this sort of intimacy, so he'd take advantage of that just a bit. Whilst continuing his gentle palming, he decided now out of all times would be perfect to explain that he didn't bring the necessary item to help progress their situation.

"Jus' so y'know, I didn't being any lube..." Some part of himself urged to continue; he doubted himself, but the urge resisted to fade away.

"-'less, ya have any?" That was a long shot, but it vaguely occurred to him that Doc could very well have such a substance; he was able to predict precisely what was next to occur after all and-wait. If he does have it... That would mean he was aware Slick would do this. That's a given, yes, but that means he would have known all along that Slick's subtle hints would lead up to this, and how the actual hell was he not nervous throughout the night? Maybe he was, but he gave Spades Slick no solid indication that he was uncomfortable with such a thought and... Oh. Well, that was oddly attractive to the taller. The realization that Doc Scratch could have very well wanted Slick to bring up this sort of intimacy made the Crew leader feel quite pleased, if not a bit hot. Of course, all of this was a mere assumption, but nonetheless the growl that emanated from him was undoubtedly like that of a predator. Oh, the things he could do to Doc Scratch.

2014-09-06 19:35:45
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Doc Scratch blushed fervently at the smirk Spades had given him; how else was he expected to react to the fondling he was being treated to? That aside, it was a completely underhanded, enchanting smirk that only served to further fluster the First Guardian beneath Slick. Scratch nuzzled closer to the nape of Slick's neck when the other did the same with his hair. He could only assume he'd done this because he knew Slick enjoyed hearing his various soft sounds. Scratch gave him the softest of whines for that, though it was more of a stubborn than pleading kind. He felt embarrassed, yes, but that fact was overshadowed by the notion Slick actually did care whether he was enjoying himself one way or another. Scratch did have feelings for the other man, that much was clear, but one of the things he dreaded most was Slick simply taking his pleasure and then leaving. It might have been silly, but it certainly was not ill-founded, as hard as that was to say. Slick was not perfect, but Scratch seemed to serve as an exception to some of his habits.

But when Spades Slick mentioned softly he did not bring any lubricant with him, Scratch couldn't stop himself from grinning widely against the other's skin as he put it together in his own head that, Oh, Doc Scratch very well could have had his own, because he knew this was all going to happen, and he'd have gotten it himself. Whenever someone happened to forget his omniscience, however briefly, he drew amusement from the behavior that occurred after they remembered. But when Slick realized this, his reaction was not one that made Scratch laugh- it was a growl that almost made him freeze before sinking into the pit of the paler man's stomach and lower. It was void of words, yes, but it was communication enough to bear its own illicit implications, and oh, but the other man loved it.

"... Well, I do believe you have caught me." Scratch said, pressing his forehead to low on Slick's shoulder. He spoke as if owning such a personal item as a lubricant was something he was not allowed to do. "I did acquire some prior to tonight because, yes, I was fully aware all this would transpire. I also did not expect you to provide your own, so there is no need for you to feel as if you were unprepared."

The item which they both spoke of was simply stored in his nightstand, an inconspicuous-looking and labeled bottle, not at all large, and with the seal still unbroken. He'd indicate to the other man where it was, aware he wished to continue further. And if Slick was willing to, Scratch couldn't find any issues with it on his half.

2014-09-06 22:27:27
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Seeing someone so flustered that was usually quite composed and smug was almost foreign to Slick, however he didn't mind at all the new characteristic Doc was capable of. The green tinge to his usual snow white features was attractive, regardless of the peculiar color, it meant all the same in Slick's books. That being said, he also hadn't expected him to nuzzle into his neck as well; for someone with immense power, he was gentle and soft, if not hesitant and careful. Almost as if he wanted to make sure every move wouldn't embarrass himself, when Slick couldn't care less what he did. The action earned a light purr, but the noise itself halted as soft whines, certainly not needy by the sound of it, were picked up by the mobster. There was a total of three shivers that racked up Slick's spine and caressed his bare skin. He soon found himself inhaling sharply as well and biting his lower lip with the bit of a hazy expression on his features. He hadn't necessarily expected that as a reaction, but made no move to stop it as he attempted to calm the heavy hammering in his chest.

When the other pressed his forehead to Slick's shoulder, almost bashful really and seemingly embarrassed at confessing he had what the taller had asked for, Slick could only smile gently and press a kiss to his upper jaw, then a lingering one to his neck. The usually collected Felt leader could be extremely adoring at times, and Slick hesitated for not even a second in responding positively to such reactions. He doesn't comment on how Doc Scratch knew to get such a substance, mainly because he found it a bit helpful, and though one may have been a bit upset that he had known what was going to occur, but neglected to say so, Slick did not. In a way, he was glad the other hadn't, since then Slick wouldn't have tried so hard to make it evident as to what he desired. Plus, he couldn't picture himself getting riled up in irritation at a time like this; that was next to impossible currently.

As the lubricant's hiding spot was pointed out, Slick had to pause his fondling and lean over the side before opening the drawer and fumbling around for a moment before pulling said bottle out and rearranging himself back to his former perch. He broke the plastic seal around the bottle and popped the cap open swiftly, then glanced reassuringly down at the other. Now, how does he word his next steps? Does he say what his next step is to be? This was the first time he'd actually dealt with someone who hadn't had the pleasure of experiencing something so explicit, though that wasn't a problem at all. He was slightly at a loss, and just did what came natural.

"... This is gonna prolly hurt at first, ain't gonna lie. But'ta, it'll feel good eventually." He added the last sentence nonchalantly, pretty sure of himself, or else Droog was a pretty good actor in bed. That aside, he situated himself so he could hook his index into the other's briefs, now noticing the effects of his former palming and unable to hide the slight tinge of red that appears on his cheeks.

"I can... Take this off?" He questioned, glancing back up at Scratch and feeling his chest throb with a pounding heart and his lower abdomen curl with arousal.

2014-09-06 23:46:48
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Normally Scratch was not rough in any sense of the word, and was not treated as such either. It went without saying he was the most calm and collected of the Felt, as well as the one who'd been subject to the least physical distress thus far. And in his and Slick's, ah... Line of employment, things such as gentility and compassion were very rare to come by. If anybody was to be either of those things to Slick, it would be him. By his nature he was both, and that was deeply-rooted in ways the other mobster didn't comprehend. But he'd share them with him, especially now. That partnered with the fact it was Scratch's first time well, in reality; he didn't want someone who would completely disregard any reservations he might have had, whatever they might have been. He had seen that Slick wouldn't and felt strangely grateful; that one feeling did not leave him overall, for some reason. He was grateful to Slick for all this, though it might have been considered odd.

Doc Scratch was glad he had garnered no sideways looks after telling Slick he had lube on hand; if he had, he would have fidgeted a bit, as if guilty. But no, Slick simply kissed him before pulling away to retrieve it. Scratch lowered his arms then and watched the other man, almost sitting up a little. The now more obvious tent in his briefs almost distressed him (that was certainly new) but Slick stole his attention back before any of that could take hold of him. He almost felt a bit high maintenance for it, but there was no helping that. When he was informed that the entire preparation process would hurt at first, it was a strain to say something to the effect of "I know".

It wasn't through firsthand knowledge Scratch was aware of this, but another "perk" of his omniscience. It was also just plain logic, but that was neither here nor there. He didn't want to come off in the wrong way, however, so he did not speak, and merely nodded, eyes level with Slick. When he slipped his finger into Scratch's briefs, however, it was harder to keep silent; in fact, he bit the inside of his cheek, swiftly working out what to respond with.

"Of course you may." He said softly. "After all, you've been very well-behaved tonight." A smile curled on his thin lips, complementary to his emerald green blush. "And I am not going to be the one to shut you down after letting you proceed so far, so... Please, go on."

2014-09-07 01:35:13
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It almost amazed Slick as to how Scratch could still act so calm, even in a scenario such as their current one. It was a wonder as to how he could still fully explain himself in more then a few words, where Slick was use to the usual stuttering and cursing of past partners. It was somewhat annoying at times where they spoke and he could barely garner what they had said, leaving him in a blank patch and expecting him to understand such gibberish. Then again, this was Doc Scratch he was dealing with, and though he wasn't like most beings Slick has dealt with (hell, he's more of a deity then a human), the mobster can't deny this is the first time he's actually enjoyed taking his time and making sure everything was as close to relaxed as possible. Well, maybe not entirely relaxed considering their predicament, but at least comfortable then.

When given the go-ahead, he smiles nonchalantly, fangs slightly apparent in a small grin, especially at the small 'please' at the last part of Scratch's vocal permission. The smaller's white smile, that was as pale as the rest of himself, made the blush on his features look almost innocent really, and it was all Slick had not to pepper kisses amongst such an expression. The digit curled into the hem of the other's briefs shifted just slightly before doing as allowed and pulled the fabric down. He kept in mind to be quite careful with the other's lower situation when doing this, then tossed aside the last article of clothing Scratch had on with the rest that were laying hazardously on the floor. His gaze flickered up at Scratch, then back down at the task before himself as he maneuvered the others legs to bend up at the knees, and allow himself to situate between them. By this point, he was biting his lower lip, a couple fangs protruding from his upper lip to do this, and pressing threateningly against his own skin in warning he may indeed bite himself too hard.

"If 's too much, jus' lemme know." He mumbled, proceeding to coat his first two digits with the drippy and clear substance from the bottle and allow the cold liquid to warm up a bit in his hand before pressing those same fingertips against the other's entrance.

Now here was the careful part, and Slick in admittedly was a bit more careful and tedious with his work as he circled Scratch's entrance, then carefully pressed his index in once he deemed the outside slick enough. He pressed it enough that it slid to the first knuckle, pause, second knuckle, another paused moment, and then down to the final. The whole while, he kept glancing upward as if awaiting to stop the entire process. He still continued to bit his lower lip though, awaiting for the other's go-ahead before pressing the second digit in, the process of sliding the second almost as tedious as the first.

2014-09-07 02:39:59
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Speech had always been some strong suit of Scratch's, for one reason or another. Words were easy to play with, he'd found, and bending them equally as simple. And with a voice as smooth and polished as his, making people listen was no real challenge. It was the most supernatural of his human features, really; none of his First Guardian abilities influenced the pitch and timbre of his voice, and Scratch was sure that if he were fully human his voice would not change as a sort of side effect. That being said, it was hard to get him to raise it too loud, and it was a possibility those soft whines from earlier were all Slick received throughout the night. Predictably, being too loud, especially in a situation such as this, made Scratch cringe. Though Slick did revel in the sounds he'd thus far coaxed out of the Felt's leader, and likely would continue to, they always made Scratch feel, for lack of a better word, dirty. The feeling was alien and strange, as if he'd been subject to a blind taste test and the food was unrecognizable- and he still was not sure if he liked it either way.

Slick's careful tending to him was sweet, and that was what Doc Scratch would categorize it as, no matter what the other said later on about it. Slick was being gentle and, Scratch would even venture to say, selfless in making sure the porcelain man was neither uncomfortable nor nervous. It made his heart ache in the oddest of ways, but he adored it, especially considering the way Slick had handled past partners. The taller man likely wouldn't appreciate the fact Scratch knew all about that, whether he wanted to or not, but he couldn't help it, and it wasn't as if he thought any less of the other because of it. Scratch was a tolerant man- on most things.

Scratch let Slick set his legs apart, which was done with ease; he was rather flexible himself, and sat up on his elbows to observe Slick as he went about this process. He had a sudden impulse to cover himself, having never been naked in front of anybody before now, but knew that wouldn't do. Scratch nodded when he was told to inform Slick if it hurt too much, but in all reality that wasn't likely at all; Scratch had a high pain tolerance, though it was not frequently exercised, and it was likely this wouldn't be anything too harmful to him. When the lubricant, still cool on Slick's fingers, first made contact with his skin, however, he could not help the clenching of his abdominal muscles accompanied by his heart jumping straight into his throat and pounding there. There was no noticeable outward change, however, so he forced himself to relax, knowing that the tenser he was, the tougher this would all be. When Slick's first finger entered him, though, it seemed that was in vain, as his first and inadvertent reaction was to tighten around it. It did sting, Slick hadn't been wrong, but it was nothing to warrant Scratch telling him to stop, and eventually the pain subsided. It didn't feel quite good, of course, just different and vaguely uncomfortable. The proper cues were provided Slick, however; nodding when he silently questioned if it was alright to add the second, and wincing menially when it was, further stretching him out.

2014-09-07 04:26:19
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For what seemed to be the first time in Slick's entire experience, he was feeling the growing urge to stop his actions and pull away. Watching the other closely, the taller grimaced slightly at the slight wince Scratch gave, and gave a subtle worried glance with the upward crease of his brows. He doesn't halt however, concluding that the more thorough he was with this, the better it would get for the other. Personally, Slick didn't particularly know how how being on the receiving end really felt; he was too prideful and cocky to do such a thing, but was aware about what felt good and didn't. He'd had enough experience to decide that much, at least, and when he started to slowly stretch the by doing small scissoring manuvers with the two digits, he eventually glanced back up for a moment with a brief pause, almost in warning really, before finding that certain bundle of nerves and rubbing his lubricated digits against the sweet spot.

He doesn't wish to do too much, and keeps the action to a light press before continueing his stretching. From past experience, he was aware if he pressed too roughly, he could very well hurt the other, and that's exactly the opposite of what he was attempting to achieve at the moment. As the stretching progressed and Doc was becoming more prepped, Slick slowly an carefully added a third digit for the best effect, seeing that sometimes two was not enough. He didn't have to lube that one up, the entrance was already slick enough, and though he didn't press too deep after the last digit, he did however press once again against that specified sweet spot, pressing a bit harder and rubbing slightly against it with tension obvious in his shoulders. He obviously did not want to be playing his cards wrong.

More then likely, if it had been anyone else to do this task, it could have very well been someone who wasn't willing to be this patient, nor deal with someone who was as inexperienced in such intimacy. Maybe it was because Slick hadn't gotten laid in over a week or so, or maybe it was because he honestly did care for Scratch's benefit, but either way, he took quiet pleasure out of being the one to help the other wall through this sort of process. For some strange reason Spades Slick did not wish to think about, just vaguely picturing someone else doing the same task he was, was a bit... Perturbing. It certainly wouldn't happen, not as long as the mobster could help it, as possessive as that sounded, he wasn't comfortable with someone else looking at the Felt leader the same as he did.

2014-09-07 05:06:32
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As Spades Slick continued, almost in a way that could be described as dutiful, to stretch Scratch thoroughly, the smaller man found his breath coming in shorter bouts; previously steady, it began to slowly segue into hushed and brief pants, that were purposely kept quiet. Their volume spiked, however, when Slick began to scissor him gradually. He let his eyes flutter shut for a moment, finding the particular sensation that had produced wasn't very similar to pain at all. He half opened his eyes, watching the other man and meeting his eye whenever it happened to glance up toward him. When he got the sense Slick was growing nervous with his work, Scratch thought it appropriate to speak up.

"Slick," His voice was breathier than usual, his sentences shorter, "Please relax. You're doing just fine."

More than fine, if the soft whimper Scratch produced when Slick rubbed his prostate gently was any indication. The contact had sent not a lance of pain, but of pleasure through Scratch's nerves. His eyes squeezed shut again, and he let a quiet exhale slip from him. He could feel the tension in Slick's shoulders himself; the degree of control he was using in the preparation process was intense, and nothing short of respectable. Scratch was both touched and grateful Slick was being so gentle and aware of his own needs; it made him want to turn away and blush violently. The notion someone so rough could conduct himself so tenderly was enough on its own, but acting that way toward Scratch was... Almost too much.

The addition of the third finger was, by comparison to the two previous, not as bad in regards to pain or discomfort. It was tolerable, at the least, and by this point Slick was eliciting very soft pants from the First Guardian, who was understandably flustered. He did seem to communicate any form of regret, however, and he hoped Slick knew that if he were to do anything that the other man did not like, he would have been stopped and corrected. While clearly very submissive in this instance, Scratch was not about to allow blatant flaunting or disregard of his own comfort. He'd do the same on his part, though that wasn't much considering their positions.

2014-09-07 16:31:45
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Slick was a bit surprised at the hints of increased ventilated breathing. When told to relax, visibly the man did so, shoulders slacking as he'd slowly come to the conclusion that the other was die with why was occurring and not necessarily feeling much pain anymore. That was good, and as the pants increased to a more audible tone, Slick felt the creeping sensation to be much like a prick and tease the other. Not verbally, no, more so physically, but he recalled this would be the first time the other would experience something as this, so he pushed that thought away and finished stretching the other out thoroughly. The whine Scratch had barely emitted a whine, such a noise hadn't helped the taller concentrate more upon his task. At least his lip biting had halted, but was no replaced by the swallowing of urges and smothering of past tendencies. One could not comprehend the amount of self control it took to not take Scratch right at that moment, unless one knew Slick through-and-through.

Once he seemed the other prepped, he withdrew his digits, taking his time and attempting to avoid causing more distress then necessary. At this point, the Crew leader was quite hot and bothered, and had started to notice the other's growing predicament. He decided now would be a better time then ever to finally ditch his charcoal colored boxers, the last article being dropped to the floor. He wasn't as embarrassed as one would think with being fully exposed, in fact he seemed to find it comfortable and occasionally slept with such lack of clothing without hesitation. His own manhood had taken some effect from the Doc's unusual soft panting and light whine, and allowed his thumb to brush over his own tip to rid it of pre with a slight shiver at his own antics. Almost immediately, he went back to his former lip chewing, knowing some sort of noise would escape him as he carefully took the other's hip in one hand, using it to keep him still and also a necessity for leverage, and guided himself with the other. His hazy gaze was fixated upon his task, a flush from something that certainly wasn't embarrassment tinging his cheeks and the tops of his shoulders.

"U-uhmm... Lemme know..." He couldn't even finish his sentence, but he knew the other caught the gist to let the mobster know when to pace himself or not. The taller eased himself into pressing against Scratch's entrance, sinking in to mid-length before forcing himself to stop. He couldn't press any further without wanting to do so in an moderately quick action, and had his mechanical claws curled up tightly in the silk blankets as a heavy exhale came from him and sparkles of white stars blinded his vision.

"Oh fuck..." He hissed quietly, leaning over and resting his forehead against the other's neck. Even with all the preparation, he was still tight, and Slick would be holding up his reputation of a liar if he said he didn't enjoy it.

2014-09-07 17:54:31
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As odd as it was, once Slick had removed his fingers, Scratch found himself shifting as a reaction to the emptiness. One might have anticipated an exhale or something else denoting a form of relief, but remained silent. He still did when Slick went to remove his boxers, though he'd swallowed minutely after the garment was tossed aside. It seemed to just now occur to him what they were really doing, but backing out was not considered for even a moment. He really wasn't surprised that Slick was, well, more endowed than he was, which was pronounced now more than ever, but by something else- Doc Scratch would have been taking a page from the dishonesty chapter of Slick's book if he'd said to anyone that the sight didn't make desire twine through his core and thread into his body, pulling it tight. Though it seemed to be kicking in a bit later for him, he certainly did want Slick, and watched him with bated breath as he drew nearer.

In reply to the half-formed sentence Slick had offered him beforehand, Scratch could only give a small, breathy smile. He did understand what was trying to be communicated, yes, and to a point it did not even need to be said. Most of what Slick wanted to say (and a fair deal more) could be communicated through mere thought. And Slick's thoughts, well... They were certainly something. Not bad by any means but very, very illicit.

The initial penetration was a bit rough, as he'd expected, but he only bit his lip in response; not a sound slipped from him to indicate discomfort, not only because he didn't want to dissuade Slick, but because it was wholly tolerable. He adjusted to the length within him in silence, until a contraction of his walls did wrench a gasp from him- it went without saying that the Crew leader's cock was bigger than his fingers, and Scratch could certainly feel that now. The single gasp had lead the way for a succession of pants that weren't as soft as those before, with Scratch working only menially to restrict his volume now.

Scratch's legs spread a bit wider on some reflex, to allow Slick closer, and his back arched slightly, further displaying the almost feminine curve of his back; when the other man put his forehead on Scratch's shoulder, he released the fabric he'd been gripping with one hand and replaced it under the other man's arm and across his shoulder blade. Scratch's breath came in short, warm exhalations against the other's skin; his other hand was clenching the topmost sheet tightly, and with his eyes lightly closed, it was up to Slick to interpret how much pleasure the other man was experiencing. He didn't put it to words, but it did presently outweigh any pain that was present, and through another soft whine after the other had grown still, he hoped to communicate the fact he wanted Spades Slick to continue.

2014-09-07 19:08:00
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Scratch's contraction not only rendered the reactor breathless, but also earned a surprising shaky breathed noise from the taller. He couldn't precisely describe what on Earth had slipped from his lips, however it was a sound like that of a groan at first, then dissipating swiftly and almost shockingly into an off-guard moan. He hadn't expected such a noise to come from himself and clenched his fangs tight together in an effort to keep any further embarrassing noises such as that from escaping him. By the inclining panting the other was breathing out, Slick could tell that he was doing something right with the pale man. Not only that, but a porcelain arm was wrapped around his shoulder blades and the mobster made no move to remove it. He couldn't necessarily tell whether there was an okay to continue or not, but soon Scratch huffed out a subtle whine and Spades Slick took that as his cue to keep going. Whether or not that was it's intended purpose, he couldn't tell, nor did he pause to ask of such a thing.

He had to take a hesitating moment, inhaling enough that his chest expanded as the caress of the other's warm exhales urged him to move his hips forward. He pressed deep enough to get the entire length in, another low, pleasured groan escaping him as his blue hue scrunched closed and glistening white fangs were bared slightly at the paler's skin. Not necessarily threatening, but in temptation to leave more marks then he had earlier. The ones previously had already vanished, and Spades Slick may not have sink his fangs into the other's perfect skin, he certainly wasn't above marring it with his shark-like teeth. If anything, it would be in the heat of the moment rather then purposely wanting to inflict pain, aftercare being a major necessity if he does go down that path.

Scratch was just perfect, hot, and tight in all the right places that could certainly drive any one person insane. With that in mind, he allows himself to shift from the crook of his neck, to be in a close proximity of the other's lips that couldn't have been more then a breath away. His hand curled in the blankets shifted up to brush a thumb along the other's jawline carefully, gently, coaxing the man to open his eyes if only slightly before closing the space between their panting mouths. It was in that moment that he also started to move, sliding his hips back so he slides his shaft past the midpoint, and presses back into him in a paced, rythmic motion. It was steady, and at the third or fourth movement, he dipped his hips in a certain way to hit against that sweet spot of Scratch's he'd found earlier. There was a feeling that was nothing short of utter adoration the Crew leader held for the Felt member, and poured out such a fact in every little motion he did.

2014-09-07 20:30:09
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In any other situation, Doc Scratch would've found it in him to smirk at what he'd garnered from Spades Slick, which could only be truthfully classified as a moan. He knew the other would try to sell it off as something, anything other than what it had been if he addressed the topic. He wasn't about to, but would enjoy what it for what it was on his own part. Scratch could feel the other man pressed against him and, through his flesh, his heartbeat; he didn't know if it was a result of him simply knowing it was there, or if Slick's heart was truly beating that hard in his chest. But the skin contact was delectable to him, every variety of it. With another, quieter groan, Slick pressed the remainder of his member inside, and Scratch shuddered violently, stifling one of his own.

There was a brief pause, and though Scratch's eyes were closed, he was still aware of Slick's dangerously sharp teeth near his shoulder. Given Slick's nature, he wouldn't be surprised if he was bitten at least once tonight. Pain was not something he often experienced, and it did not frequently last when applied to him; it usually hit him all at once like a wave of heat, then died down, and ended up being more bracing than tortuous. If Slick did bite, once, twice, it didn't matter- Scratch wouldn't hold it against him. He knew the taller's habits, after all.

But what occurred after was nothing even reminiscent of violent; it was more tender, and when Slick's thumb ran down his jaw, Scratch's eyes fluttered open, almost seeming hazy as he viewed the opposing man. Scratch felt another surge of affection, translated as a brief tightness in his chest, and when Slick kissed him, he returned it with a heated passion he'd reserved for now.

When Slick began to withdraw from him, Scratch's fingers poised on his back, his short fingernails making contact with the other's skin. As Slick thrusted back inside him, they scraped along his back, a sensation Scratch was sure the other man was at least vaguely familiar with from past encounters. The first few had him releasing sharp pants, and the one which happened to contact that bundle of nerves from earlier caused him to let out a louder moan and make his nails dig further into the other's skin. He didn't intend to harm him, of course, but perhaps it was a bit of Slick's inclination to mark Scratch up coming back to him.

2014-09-07 21:55:16
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The violent shiver that Scratch emitted almost startled Slick, however he's been expecting a sort of reaction for his efforts, and wasn't as surprised as he originally would have been had he not recalled his past encounters. Speaking of which, the blunt nails that were pressed against the scarred flesh at his back were more then vaguely familiar, and it took almost every fiber of himself to not purr at such a touch. He honestly didn't mind the clawing and would actually be found coaxing one to do such a thing to him, though it being Scratch who was doing the nail digging was actually quite... Revelating. It was something he didn't particularly expect out of the shorter man, but once he had done such an action, he had Spades Slick wrapped around that dainty finger of his. Really, if one paid attention, they would see the violent and hostile mobster being almost obedient to Scratch, though he would swear up and down he couldn't give less of a damn what the other thought or acted in perspective towards Slick, that certainly wasn't true.

His back arched up just slightly into the clawing, seeing that it wasn't necessarily Scratch's "action", but just the pair itself being pressed firmly against his skin as he jerked his hips forward and-did... Did Doc just... Moan? A sound akin to that of a canary chirping an ear candy-like tune could be heard after the mobster grazed against the other's sweet spot, and was answered with a growl that almost startled his own self. He hadn't meant for such a noise to slip out either, and once again the thought of being wrapped up in the other's dexterous hands was in the prominate forefront of his thoughts. Almost as soon as the thought occurred however, it was soon shoved out a nonexistent mental window and replaced by utter... Need. Need for why exactly? Slick didn't particularly understand, but he did know that such a craving was being drawn towards Doc Scratch. That simple and audible moan that had been louder and more pleasant sounding then the harsh pants was down thing Slick /needed/ again, not simply wanted. A child could want a puppy, or a candy bar, but Slick was indeed not as childish as he liked to put on, and desperately needed the Felt leader.

In more ways then one, really, where he lacked affection and common sense, the paler seemed to make up for such, and didn't seem at all perturbed by it. With this thought in mind, he practically swallows the other's pants, mouth watering at the intoxicating scent and taste of vanilla as the hand on the porcelain man' ship shifted. It moved to timidly, then surely curl around his length, taking hold of the member that had quite the quick pulse throbbing in it's veins. He doesn't give much if a warning before proceeding to stroke him in sync with his thrustings, which have indeed picked up pace just a bit. Their heated kissing was broken then as well, pants hot as Slick placed himself back at the other's shoulder, hazy hue looking over the perfect flesh before parting his lips. He doesn't give an open mouthed kiss, nor does he nip, but instead he sinks his sharp fangs into such snow white skin and tasted the dripping of iron upon his tongue that mixes with that of vanilla. Deep purrs escape him at that, more then pleasured at the taste and feel of the Felt leader.

2014-09-07 22:55:35
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For a second, Doc Scratch legitimately questioned what he'd gotten himself into with this- but that was quickly wiped from his mind as more waves of pleasure wracked his system. This was undoubtedly a result of the porcelain man attempting to find some sort of purchase on the other via the nails to his back, though none of his actual strength had been applied. Slick had enjoyed marginally rough contact, as was indicated by the growl sounded afterward. Scratch didn't know what part of him it appealed to, but hearing the almost animalistic sound out of the Crew's leader was nothing short of arousing. Going into it he hadn't given that sort of thing, but the coarser side of Slick did appeal to him in this particular situation.

At that moment, Scratch could have almost smelled the lust off of Spades Slick- and to some degree, it was there, hiding in the nuances of his scent, bitter black licorice, the musty tang of cigarettes, and now skin and sweat that seemed to overtake him and he made no effort to stop it from doing so. It was something he wanted, something he'd allow, Slick to completely overcome him and simply take hold of him by the core. The desire he was radiating was near-tangible, and Scratch found he was the sole object of it, something he'd never been. Slick was in the palm of his hand, yes, but Scratch was certainly not about to abuse it. This was give and take, and Scratch discovered he was ready to give Slick whatever he wanted from him, for he was the only one who had ever legitimately desired it.

Doc Scratch had no real reason for having neglected his own erection for so long save the fact he knew that eventually Slick would be the one to take the matter into his own hands- literally, even. And when he did, it only further channelled the pleasure he was experiencing, straight to his synapses and through his nerves. Scratch felt the muscles in his abdomen winding tighter, and he pressed back somewhat against the taller man. This had him gasping and moaning further, but when those sharp teeth sank into his ivory flesh, he let out a sharp cry forged into the other man's name, a bit higher than his moans had been, and it was not the last time he'd say it.

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