The Hidden Episode one of the Three Anti-OTP Whores (alternately, Musketeers) of Angelic Debauchery
Metatron: *closes his eyes* ...All right. *kisses back fiercely*
Famine: *closes his eyes too and leans into the kiss, pulling Meta closer and running his free hand through Meta's hair*
Metatron: *presses up against Famine, running hands down Famine's sides and tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss*
Famine: *makes a slightly strangled noise in his throat and moves closer, shivering and running his nails lightly down the back of Meta's neck*
Metatron: *purrs, um, angelically into Famine's mouth and situates himself on the horseman's lap, pushing his hands under Famine's shirt*
Famine: *makes the noise again and wraps his hand around the back of Meta's neck, gently pushing him more into the kiss, and slides his other hand under Meta's shirt*
Metatron: *hums softly under his breath, running his tongue along Famine's lips, and angelmods Famine's buttons undone impatiently*
Famine: *moans and nips the tip of Meta?s tongue, moving one hand up his back and the other to tug on his collar, trying to convey to Meta to do the same with his own shirt*
Metatron: *thoroughly angelically debauches Famine's mouth with his totally angelic tongue* *oh, right* *angelmods his buttons undone*
Famine: *thoroughly enjoys being thoroughly angelically debauched, and more than pleased to lend his own apocalyptic debauchery to Meta's mouth* *slides Meta's shirt off and runs a hand up his chest*
Metatron: *moans softly and breaks away to kiss slowly down Famine's chest, absently folding his shirt with angelmodding powers and depositing it neatly in a corner*
Famine: *makes the strangled sound again, tangling a hand in Meta's hair and tracing up his spine with his nails lightly*
Metatron: *pins Famine to the back of the couch by his shoulders, shivering but definitely feeling very forgetful* *traces patterns on Famine's skin lightly with his fingernails*
Famine: *shivers and moves his hand to the small of Meta's back, pressing him closer* *tilts his head up with his other hand and moves down to kiss him deeply*
Famine: *would definitely be breathing heavily did he need to breathe, but as he doesn't, just continues kissing with apocalyptic debauchery* *shivers and moves against Meta, trailing his nails across Meta's back*
Metatron: *would be positively panting, but there you have it* *drums the fingers of one hand on Famine's stomach and uses the other to tug at Famine's belt buckle*
Famine: *kisses deeper and arches his hips a bit, sliding his hand over Meta's, the one that's on his stomach* *moves his other hand to toy with the waistband of Meta's pants*
Metatron: *trills softly in the back of his throat and squirms against Famine's hips distractingly* ... *angelmods Famine's belt out of existence*
Famine: *is extremely distracted and rests his hand on Meta's hip, holding their hips together* *would probably mention that he's rather fond of the belt and would like it back later, but...y'know...totally distracted by angelic debauchery* *kisses deeper still, with urgency*
Metatron: *moans, more loudly this time, then looks briefly embarrassed before forgetting it* *deftly undoes Famine's pants before kissing back forcibly*
Famine: *moans against Meta's mouth, arching his hips and sliding a hand down to undo Meta's pants as well*
Metatron: *shudders and arches into Famine's touch, making a low sound of pleasure, and pulls away to trail kisses down Famine's chest*
Famine: *makes a strangled sound and tangles his hand into Meta's hair again, using his other hand to slide Meta's pants off his hips*
Metatron: *pantslessness!* *smiles vacantly and nuzzles Famine's stomach, grinding the heel of his palm against the horseman's groin*
Famine: *closes his eyes and moans, arching hard into Meta's touch, and moves his hand to tug on the waistband of Meta's undergarments, whatever they may be*
Famine: *moves against Meta's hand, slipping a finger between the waistband of his boxers and his waist, and runs his free hand through Meta's hair again*
Metatron: *bites his lip to stifle a sound of some kind and angelmods Famine's pants away, too, running a hand up the inside of Famine's thigh*
Famine: *moans and closes his thighs around Meta's hand, sliding his entire hand under the waistband and moving his grip to Meta's hip*
Metatron: *completely fails to stifle his strangled, breathless moan, bucking into Famine's hand involuntarily* *angelmods Famine's boxers away impatiently and smiles dizzily*
Famine: *makes a strangled sound at finding himself boxerless, but grins and slides underneath Meta's hand, tugging on the waistband of the still-present boxers pointedly*
Metatron: *turns rather bright red and disappears his boxers* *places his hands on the insides of Famine's thighs and pushes the legs attached to said thighs apart gently*
Famine: *moans loudly and doesn't resist, arching forward and moving his hands to Meta's hips, gripping them tightly*
Metatron: *leans forward and kisses his way down Famine's chest* *looks up shyly through his lashes before taking Famine's cock gently into his mouth*
Famine: *makes an incoherent sound and closes his eyes, trailing a hand up Meta's back to tangle in his hair again and arches forward into Meta's mouth*
Metatron: *runs his tongue along Famine's cock, fingernails digging very slightly into the skin of Famine's thighs, and closes his eyes*
Famine: *closes his eyes and moans, grinding harder into Meta's mouth and letting his own hang open* *would be breathless if he needed to breathe, but sounds breathless anyway* More...
Metatron: *would respond, but, is, um, occupied and thus a bit unable to actually speak* *demonstrates angelic lack of gag reflex*
Famine: *tangles his hand into Meta's hair, holding on tightly and thrusting forward, coming into Meta's mouth with a strangled cry*
Metatron: *opens his eyes halfway, looking vaguely surprised, but silently swallows* ...All right there? *grins, a bit smugly, like the duck-cat-manwhore who got the cream filling*
Famine: *makes a choked sound, then grins weakly* Yes. Very much so. Better than alright. Downright...well. *recovering, gives Meta a full-on sexy Faminegrin of DOOM before practically pouncing to kiss him fiercely* *murmurs* My turn.
Metatron: *flushes, but keeps smiling* I'm glad - mmf! *pounced, and kisses back happily*
Famine: *grins and moves to kiss Meta's jaw before nipping down his neck, running his tongue over Meta's collarbone while trailing down his sides with his nails*
Metatron: *squirms under Famine's hands and mouth, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut*
Famine: *continues nipping down Meta's chest, flicking his tongue lightly over a nipple, until he reaches Meta's crotch* *grins faintly and kisses the inside of Meta's thighs lightly before taking Meta's cock into his mouth*
Metatron: *moans quietly and bites his lip, arching his hips towards Famine's mouth, hands tightening into fists*
Famine: *grins faintly, as best as he can with, um, his mouth full* *grips Meta's hips and makes with the apocalyptic debauchery*
Metatron: *digs into the fabric of the couch cushions with his fingers, making a low-pitched, slightly broken sound* F-Famine -
Famine: *hums quietly in approval and continues sliding his tongue over Meta's cock, brushing Meta's stomach with a finger gently before returning his hands to Meta's hips*
Metatron: *takes a shuddering breath despite not really needing to, mumbling something incoherent under his breath, possibly in German*
Famine: *grins again, sliding his hands down to Meta's thighs, and starts to use his teeth in addition to his tongue*
Metatron: *lets out a long, low-pitched moan, collapsing slightly to prop himself up by his elbows, half-lidded eyes staring in amazement at Famine* F... Famine...
Famine: *looks up, sliding half of Meta's cock out of his mouth to have enough room to speak* *raises an eyebrow and looks half-amused, half intensely focused* Yes?
Metatron: *smiles, looking profoundly embarrassed and turned on, duh* N-nothing, I'm just. Um. Nothing.
Famine: *grins and brushes a hand up Meta's chest also obviously quite turned on* Good. *goes back to, uh, work* *and works overtime*
Metatron: Y-yes - *cuts himself off with a quiet cry as he comes, eyes closing, managing to tear through the couch slightly with his fingernails*
Famine: *makes a low, satisfied noise and swallows, moving up to kiss Meta again with a slight grin* *murmurs* So?
Metatron: *kisses back tentatively, sighing, and collapses back on the couch, smiling dazedly* "So" what?
Famine: *grins a bit wider, looking a tiny bit self-conscious* How was it?
Metatron: *laughs dryly, running a hand through his sweat-drenched* Amazing. Of course.
Famine: *grins wider, looking pleased and a bit relieved* Oh, good. I wouldn't've wanted to disappoint you, after...well...that. *grins again and kisses Meta gently but deeply*
Metatron: *kisses back softly, cupping Famine's cheek in his hand* Of course you wouldn't disappoint me. And, so, you, um. *looks embarrassed* ...Er.
Famine: *smiles slightly, brushing Meta's hair back and reaching his other hand up to cover Meta's* What?
Metatron: *entwines his fingers with Famine's tightly* Are you... still not regretting this? *bites his lip* Because, I really don't want you to be unhappy. Ever.
Famine: *melts, a little bit, and squeezes Meta's hand lightly, trailing his other hand down Meta's jaw and stopping at his lips* *softly* No. No, I don't regret it. ...do you? I don't want you to be unhappy either. *small smile*
Metatron: *shakes his head very slightly, smiling back shyly* N - no... I don't. But... I wanted to make sure. *swallows* And - I'm glad. Very much so.
Famine: *smiles and brushes over Meta's lips lightly* I'm glad too. And very glad that you're glad. *kisses again*
Metatron: *kisses back happily, one hand tracing the line of Famine's jaw, the other trailing down his chest*
Famine: *makes a pleased noise in his throat and tangles a hand in Meta's hair, curling the other around his shoulder*
Metatron: *pokes his tongue into Famine's mouth, purring softly and running his hands down Famine's thighs*
Famine: *moans softly and twines his tongue with Meta's, running a finger over Meta's collarbone and trailing down to brush a nipple*
Metatron: *kisses fiercely, humming with pleasure into Famine's mouth, squirming slightly*
Famine: *kisses back with equal ferocity, moving closer to Meta and running his thumb over the nipple*
Metatron: *shudders and moans quietly, pressing close and moving his hips against Famine's*
Famine: *reciprocates with the hip motion, continuing to do Shadwell-worthy things to the nipple of doom, and nips at Meta's tongue lightly*
Metatron: *makes a rather loud noise of contentment, biting down gently on Famine's lower lip and stroking the insides of Famine's thighs with his thumbs*
Famine: *moans and moves against Meta, arching his hips and sliding his nails around the nipple, running his tongue over Meta's upper lip*
Metatron: *shudders and pulls away to kiss from the hollow of Famine's neck to his hipbone, hands trailing down Famine's sides*
Famine: *moans and leans his head back, arching into Meta's touch, tangling a hand deeper into his hair and clinging to his shoulder, keeping his thumb on the Nipple*
Metatron: *looks up, grins slowly, and brushes his thumb over the head of Famine's cock, other hand taking hold of Famine's chin so as to kiss him*
Famine: *moans and arches into Meta's hand, kissing him fiercely and urgently, pulling him closer with the hand in his hair*
Famine: *continues kissing with increasing need, grinding against Meta's hand, and trails his free hand just below Meta's hip, holding on tightly*
Metatron: *makes a muffled sound of pleasure into Famine's mouth and breaks away to stare at him, eyes slightly glazed* Fa-Famine--...
Famine: *turns his eyes to Meta, gaze intense and smiles faintly, letting his hand slip a bit lower* *sounding a little breathless despite the whole...no need of breath thing* Yes?
Metatron: *turns red and stares at the cushions* Er, oh, um. *bites his lip* N-nothing. Right. Er. *buries his face in Famine's neck*
Famine: *laughs softly and strokes Meta's hair, letting his hand move...lower still?* *murmuring into Meta's hair* If you're sure.
Metatron: *shivers slightly and kisses Famine's neck softly* ...Right. Um. Right. *lightly traces words on Famine's thighs with his fingernails*
Famine: *shivers, breaking out in goosebumps from the kiss and the nails, and tilts his head back a little, kissing the top of Meta's head and smiling faintly* Sure you're all right?
Famine: *shivers, breaking out in goosebumps from the kiss and the nails, and tilts his head back a little, kissing the top of Meta's head and smiling faintly* Sure you're all right?
Metatron: *nods slightly, nuzzling at Famine's neck and squirming Distractingly against Famine* *quietly* ...Yes. I, um... right. Yes. Ithink.
Famine: *most definitely Distracted, and still a little unconvinced, but...dude...Distracted* *reaches down further and...yeah, is pretty much resting his hand on Meta's ass by now* Well. If you're sure. *slight grin*
Metatron: *is groped, apparently* ...Um. *turns bright red and attempts to hide behind Famine while not actually moving more than an inch or so* I. Er. Yes? ...Er.
Famine: *laughs softly again and leans down to nip at Meta's nose lightly with a small smile* I'm sorry. Do you want me to move my hand?
Famine: *laughs again, looking amused, and settles his hand a bit more firmly* Good. *grins slightly and nips at Meta's lip* A bit what?
Metatron: *shifts uncomfortably, shaking his head* I'm... nothing, really. *kisses Famine quickly to shut himself up, bracing his hands on Famine's chest*
Famine: *raises an eyebrow, but is kissed so just makes a slight noise of "yeah right" before firmly kissing back, sliding his non-groping hand to Meta's other hip and pulling him closer*
Metatron: *is willing pulled closer and breaks off to look embarrassedly at Famine* I... um. That is. *buries his face in Famine's neck again and murmurs/squeaks* Ium.Youum.Er.Thatis.I.Um. *looks horribly embarrassed* I'dsortofumlikeitifum. ...Er. *stops and flails*
Metatron: *blushes in large quantities and stares at Famine with huge, round eyes* I. ...Um. *mumbles* ...Ican't.Ican'tsayit.
Famine: *totally still thinking Meta is the cutest thing ever, smiles and kisses him lightly* *murmurs* Maybe you can show me?
Metatron: ...Um. *bites his lip* It's just... we, um. *stares resolutely at everything except Famine* We'veum. Done everything and.. Idon'tknowifwe'llevergettoseeachotheragainlikethis and... I um just. Wouldum. Like it if... maybe... we could. Um. *flails so much* Takeittoum.Thenextlevel? ...Ohdear.
Famine: *still totally finding nervous!Meta the cutest ever, raises an eyebrow* *blinks, then eyes widen slowly* Oh. *Oh.* *flushes lightly* You mean...*lowers his hand a little and brushes across with a fingertip*
Metatron: *nods quickly, quite mortified* ...Er. ...Yes. *squirms at Famine's touch, approximately the colour of a bottle of baby lotion (read: bright pink)*
Famine: *grins slowly, then leans in and kisses Meta deeply* *pulls away after a bit and grins again* Of course. Turn around.
Metatron: *kisses back with much relief* A-all right. I'm um. Sorry about being so... inarticulate. *shudders and turns around slowly, still blushing*
Famine: *smiles slightly and leans down to Meta's ear* It's all right. I should think it wasn't a request you made often. *grins dryly and nips Meta's earlobe lightly* Or I hope not, anyway. *trails his other hand down Meta's back and pauses at his hip*
Metatron: *laughs nervously* No... definitely not. *shivers again, slightly, and presses closer to Famine* Not as far as I know.
Famine: *smiles slightly and presses closer in return* That's all right, then. *brushes a finger down again and hesitates* Er...I think I'm going to, er...*hesitates again*
Metatron: ...Um. Right. *continues to look vaguely embarrassed whilst angelmodding lubrication to cover Famine's fingers* ...Er. See, I'm useful...!
Famine: *grins faintly and leans down to nip at Meta's neck, applying the lube* *murmurs* Mmm. *Quite* useful. *pushes a finger into Meta's ass, gripping his hip tighter*
Metatron: *makes a muffled noise of surprise, hovering between pleasure and pain* ...R-right. *squirms tentatively, then relaxes a bit*
Famine: *moves his finger around a bit, testing* *sounding a bit breathless* All right? *shifts position a bit, grinning faintly*
Metatron: *nods quickly* Y-yes... fine. Very fine. *lets out a long breath, as had apparently been holding it despite lack of need for oxygen* ...Keepgoing.
Famine: *grins a bit broader and kisses Meta's shoulder* Right. *slides his hand out, moving it to Meta's other hip, and thrusts his cock in, hissing quietly and tightening his grip on Meta's hips just slightly*
Metatron: *whimpers slightly, torn again between pain and pleasure, and hisses between his teeth* F-Famine... *closes his eyes halfway*
Famine: *pulls half out, closing his eyes a little dizzily, moving a hand to trail halfway up Meta's chest* *sounding a bit breathless despite the whole not-needing-to-breathe thing* I'm not hurting you, am I?
Metatron: Oh, er - no - I mean, wellyes but it's fine please don't stop - *stops to brace his palms on Famine's thighs, looking slightly dazed*
Famine: *grins dizzily, sliding his hand back down to Meta's hip and pressing his lips gently to the back of Meta's neck* Let me know if it starts to...*breaks off and slides all the way in again, before pulling out and thrusting again, a bit harder*
Metatron: *sucks in a breath suddenly and arches towards Famine, fingernails digging into skin slightly* A-all... right... *closes his eyes completely, licking his dry lips absently* ...Don'tstop...
Famine: *grips Meta's hips tighter again and continues moving in and out, unconsciously biting his lip as he slowly increases the speed of his thrusts*