thisavrou_log | away with us he's going, the solemn-eyed.

Who: Residents of St. Monmouth & OPEN to their various guests
When: Throughout February
Where: St. Monmouth in Kauto R2
What: The Backstreet Boys move into their magical farm of dreams.
Warnings: Look to the subject headers.
Notes: This is a mingle/catch-all log. Start your own threads! Tag around!

[Ronan didn't hesitate. Almost as soon as they arrived, he was making arrangements and picking out a plot of land. No payment necessary as long as he agreed to feed the locals? Fine. Perfect. He'd signed whatever he had to and picked out his favorite place in the lot, then he'd laid down in the grass and dreamt.

When he closed his eyes, he wasn't sure what he would build. The idea of "home" conjured up so many images in his mind. He thought of the Barns, of course, but also of Henrietta as a whole. He thought of Monmouth Manufacturing and dusty old books and the scent of mint. He thought of St. Agnes and its magnificent stained glass and the cramped coziness of Adam's bedroom above the office. He found Cabeswater sprouting up in the strangest places as the landscape shifted around him, spilling out of the walls and claiming rooms all for its own. Corridors and staircases emerged out of his memories, leading him through a maze of rooms both familiar and not-quite. In the end, when Ronan stepped outside to take a look at his work, he found he'd made himself a palace of nostalgia. Then he imagined a set of house keys, turned the lock of the front door, and woke up.

Ronan woke with his head resting on the welcome mat, sprawled across the front steps, gazing up at the spire of what he would dub St. Monmouth. It would be the main building of several he'd end up creating. Their new home.

Like God, he didn't rest for several days. Every time he shut his eyes, he devoted himself to dreaming something new. A farm needed animals and crops and barns and feed and equipment. Home needed streams and fish and bridges and flower gardens and glittering lights. He let his imagination run wild, and this meant that his dream things often emerged strange and senseless, but that reminded him of his father, which made the place more beautiful.

When he was finally satisfied - although not completely finished - he invited the others to join him.]

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[ ronan and adam both give andyr such beautiful, heartfelt things when he hadn't been expecting to receive anything, both because this holiday is practically ignored in his time, and none of them seem particularly sold on things like this. for a while, andyr holes up in his room, holding tight to his gifts, running fingers over them and smiling doltishly at them, touched by the gestures.

he'll still be getting them something in return, though it'll take some time to do it right. there's some ideas, but first, andyr wants to be certain to thank them properly. the first time he passes by ronan's room, there's the sound of them getting their own illicit thank yous out, so he leaves them be, a small, knowing smirk on his lips. when he makes it back, they'd just left the bedroom proper, and he hears the water in the adjacent shower being turned on.

andyr leaves a trail of clothes over ronan's floor, mixed in with the others' as well, as he makes his way towards the bathroom, feet padding across the tile before he slides his way into the generous, spacious shower. ] Don't wash yet.

[ Said to adam, as he stands under the spray, the necklace adam'd gifted him hanging around his throat, and lower, the dogtags he never takes off. the necklace will be treated the same. hands on adam's shoulders, he turns him to face ronan, chest to chest, as andyr lowers to his knees behind him, hair soaking in the warmth of the shower spray. andyr's lips trail open mouthed kisses across the back of his hip, and lower, hands cupping the firm globes of his ass, as he starts to part the cheeks. ]

[ Adam's surprised but not bothered by Andyr's sudden appearance, clothes shed and joining them in the heat of the shower. He's lucky as Adam had been about to do just what Andyr had said not to. He'd noticed before he turned him around that he was wearing the necklace he'd got him and it made him smile.

Adam inhales sharply when Andyr parts his cheeks, shifting to lean into Ronan more. He presses his face brief against Ronan's shoulder, the sensitive entrance twitches a little once his cheeks are spread. ]

Jesus [ Because by now he's already figured out what Andyr is planning to do. ]

[It takes Ronan several more seconds to figure out what Andyr's about to do, though his presence is a pleasant sort of surprise. He hadn't expected Andyr to suddenly pop into the shower with them, but he definitely didn't expect more sex out of it.]

...Oh.

[He watches Andyr over Adam's shoulder, one hand coming to rest on Adam's hip to support him in case he gets weak in the knees, the other running fingers through Adam's wet hair.

Is Andyr really going to..? After they just..?]

[ yes, he is. because he loves ronan, and he's beginning to feel something very poignant about adam, and the thought of them coming together, or ronan filling him up like this, leaving evidence of his love inside him, just gets him so beyond turned on. so, if no one's planning to tell him otherwise, he's doing it.

and after those gifts, he's feeling such an immense surge of emotion for the two of them, wanting to give them everything he can in gratitude for all they've been to him and all they've given to him.

a soft laugh comes from him, listening to the both of them, lips quirking with perhaps some self-satisfaction for shocking the two of them, and adam likely feels the puff of way air against the vulnerable, abused skin exposed when andyr eases him spread. a knee against the tile bumps at one of adam's ankles, suggesting he spread a little bit more, but it's enough now that he can lick, a long, slow path, from just behind the boy's balls, over the strip of skin between, and up along the seam of him, over his stretched, worn entrance.

kissing his way back down, his lips seal over the ring of muscle there, licking and sucking at him, lapping him up, and tasting ronan's seed, in drops that remain. ]

[Adam grips Ronan's sides to center himself. The way the air hits him as Andyr spreads him has the stretched and abused skin quivering. He can't imagine really getting rimmed now when he's sensitive and a little sore but Andyrs tongue starts to lick as Adam spreds his legs a little more, a quiet moan coming from him.

The moan turns into more of a whimper as Andyr's mouth starts to lick and suck at the over sensitive skin and its hard not to arch away from it. It feels good in the way that's almost more than he can take but he manages to stay mostly still though he knows the quivering is worse already.

His head is bowed, face flushed at the reaction.]

Fuck.

away with us he's going, the solemn-eyed.

NSFW; V-DAY - dat one shower thing we were going to do : D

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Urgh sorry this sucks