[Closed] misteaks' mistakes - the sequel (catchall)

[gluttoning]

Who: Mr_Misteaks and also some other people
What: In person catchall + dungeon runs
When: October thru November
Where: various, please note in headers
Content Warnings: nsfw, ED discussion Please cw in headers.

[overflow and log space for October and November]

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[gluttoning]

[Barrett's far from a therapist, far from the kind of person that knows how to handle something delicate like this. All he knows is that the touch reminds Morgan of a horrible part of his life, and Barrett wasn't about to press that. He could draw a firm line if it meant Morgan could stay comfortable.

When his hands lift back up to cup Morgan's face against his fingers, he tries to keep it simple. The careful push of two fingers to each side to catch what strands of hair frames Morgan's face, pushing it back as he lets his touch trace his ears, the locket earrings getting a careful touch of curiosity as well before he moves back down to his jaw.]

I think I liked what we were doing before. And now I can see even more of you this way.

So... can I keep kissing you?

[tablescraps]

( The shift of topic comes with the shift of touch - carefully pushing back his hair to the more affectionate touch at his jaw.

He exhales, quiet but deep. Letting go of the memory, the past, if only for this moment, because... this is more important than that, he thinks. )

... Yes.

( Please, his tone almost seems to ask. )

[gluttoning]

[He doesn't need any further prompting, taking back the small distance between them to press their lips together. A light kiss, then a second, a third, before he nuzzles the heat of his face into Morgan's neck. Mouthing at one heated earlobe, the redhead quickly buries himself into a peppering line of kisses beyond the sheer coverage of the veil, hoping quantity would earn him a reward for his insistence.

His hands travel down to squarely rest at Mithrun's hips, eager to go further and find that warm pocket of exposed leg that he could feel against his own thighs. But he waits, content with tasting.]