"If it involves getting shot at, I'm just not interested."
*MS/MV heteroflexible: Jean or slow burn Rogue pref, mindfucking Mystique encouraged; Deadpool treated as crack
*LOTS of substance abuse and cursing
*Triggers: PTSD, body horror, psychological fuckery, physical violence
//New account, not new to the character
Rogue/Anna Marie
Mutant, skin absorption abilities
MS with Chem and mv
Writer's 28 both character and writer uses She/Her
@OfHisPhoenix He shivered, feeling him in his head, and it just makes him deepen the kiss, hungry for him, his loose grip tightening unintentionally. His other hand grasps at warm flesh, and he lets out a pleased purr.
Needs him now...
@OfHisPhoenix He hums into the kiss, answering with a tease of tongue, slowing his pace to mirror John's. His other hand moves to the small of his back, trailing his nails over his skin, loose and light.
@OfHisPhoenix "I can /see/ that," he mused. He nuzzled closer, not sure if this is a kissing kind of venture. Feels very much like John is calling all the shots here, which is actually not bad just... He wants to make sure he's following his lead properly. He quickens the pace of his hand. +
@OfHisPhoenix Oh.
An eyebrow goes up, and his eyes go back down. "...Bound to happen." He steps closer. "Lucky me, I guess." A smirk, and he reaches out to touch the waiting erection, touch light and teasing.
@OfHisPhoenix + sudden... "Oh. My." He licked his lips again, and forced his eyes back up to meet his face. "I..." He cleared his throat. "Should I dress to match?"
@OfHisPhoenix His mouth opened, ready to say something... "You ah... Convinced him?" This feels like a plot. A plot to get him... Here. Part of him is very flattered to be the focus of a plot, but the lack of a permanent end to Scott is... A concern.
Which is a concern replaced by the very +
@OfHisPhoenix He glanced over his shoulder as the door shut behind him, with an unseen hand. /Right. Telekinesis/. He hadn't considered some of the more practical uses of his powers... But his eyes turned back to John, as he made a generous display of undressing.
And he drank it in, licking +
@OfHisPhoenix He hesitates, that lovely voice floating through his head... But it's /definitely/ an invitation. He swallowed hard, trailing him towards the bathroom, his eyes glazing over at the... Very tempting imagery. Seen and given.
He cleared his throat as he followed... Watching.
@OfHisPhoenix ...Is that /his/? How did he...?
He opens his mouth to protest, but bites his lip. Damn it. That's a /trap/. That's a...
...That's a very pretty trap.
"/Fuck me/," he muttered to himself, putting out the cigar, and following.