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Bond post: gifts

Who: Heroes
When: Day 37, evening
Where: All the Cabins

[Rean is visiting YOUR cabin with a big big pot of hot pot and a smile. Or if you don't answer several knocks he'll leave it on your doorstep and your team can spirit it inside to share.]

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Should I carry you?

I think you just like showing off.

[ Crow grins at him. ]

But sure, go ahead and sweep me away.

Can't I like you in my arms?

[He will in fact sweep Crow up though. Time to cart him to the bedroom.]

It can be both.

[ He leans against Rean as he carries him off to his room. ]

[This is his! He's gently shutting Crow's door with his foot and setting Crow on the bed.]

[ No wings this time makes this easier! He grabs Rean's shirt and tugs him forward for a kiss. ]

[Much easier. He misses Crow warmly, breaking it off after a while to lean up and look down at him, then he tugs the headband down over his eyes.]

Think that'll stay?

[ He considers it for a moment, his fingers brushing against the headband before he nods. ]

Should be good.

[ Rean really is considerate. ....And maybe a little kinky. Crow grins at that thought. ]

Now let's get back to kissing.

[Definitely both. But look he can't hold his hands over Crow's eyes the while time.]

Mmhm. Yes dear.

[Leaning in to do just that.]

[ It's true, there's much better uses for those hands.

Crow starts kissing him, warm and languid at first but it doesn't take long before it gets hungrier, with Crow blindly groping to drag Rean in even closer. His hands start to drift, quite possibly predictably, towards Rean's ass. ]

[Nice as that is he leans back and catches Crow's wrists, pinning them to the bed as he dips down to nip at Crow's jaw.]

[ Crow's breath hitches slightly, a lewd and decidedly turned-on sound falling from his lips. ]

Getting kinky, huh?

[ He's so into it. ]

You're into it.

[Just pointing that out as he nibbles Crow's neck, holding his weists down with casual strength as he moves to more comfortably lean over Crow.]

Can't deny that.

[ He tilts his head to allow Rean easier access to his neck, his hips rolling slightly to try and get some friction against Rean. He's already half-hard and growing moreso by the second. ]

[Enticing, but his hands are busy. Hmm, how to free them... he lets go of Crow's wrists, working his shirt open and off as quickly as he can.]

Mind if I tie you up a little?

[ The grin on Crow's face somehow manages to be both lewd and delighted. ]

Mind? I thought you'd never ask!

[What a cute boy. Leaning over him to bring his wrists together and start using the shirt as a makeshift tie.]

If you wanted it that badly you only had to ask.

I would've gotten around to it!

[ He really would have, too. ]

But I thought it'd be more fun if you asked first.

[Doubt. But that's fine he's securing Crow's wrists not too tightly, then leaning back to survey a bound and blindfolded Crow.]

... this look suits you pretty well.

[ Crow tests the bindings, tugging lightly on them. They seem secure enough for now-- they won't cut off any circulation but they won't give away with the slightest pull, either. Good, that'll work for now. ]

Y'know, I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult.

[ His tone is teasing. ]

[If Crow worked at it, he'd escape no problem, but it'll stand up to a little writhing and tugging.

He takes in the sight Crow makes, blindfolded with his hands bound, and he can't help the husky note in his voice. ]

Definitely a compliment.

[ Fffffffuck, the way he says that sends electric shivers throughout his body and he can't help but groan. ]

So you gonna get back here or what?

[ Not being able to see or anticipate Rean's next move is some kind of delicious torture. ]

Hm.

I'll think about it.

[He's smiling but Crow can't see it. And he lightly traces his fingers up Crow's chest before pulling them away, leaning over to nip his collarbone, suck a hickey on it before again pulling away. ]

Somehow having you like this just really, really makes me want to bully you.

Sadist.

[ As if that wasn't obvious. He writhes against the bed, not hard enough to put his binds at risk but definitely enough to convey how impatient he's feeling. He's hard and wanting, not to the point of panting from it yet but there's still time for that. ]

Reaaaaan.

[ It's a breathy, turned-on sound somewhere between cajoling and whining. ]

Yeah?

[Is he responding to being called a sadist or his name? Either way he brushes his thumb over one of Crow's nipples, leaning close to murmur against his ear.]

Should I ask about all your masochistic fantasies while I have you this way, and play them out one by one until you beg me to have mercy?

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