( open ) let's dance

[dyskinesia]

Who: the teen population of the Moira
When: at some point after arriving at the Luminous Sea, late afternoon/evening
Where: recreation area
What: a very 80's party thrown by Peter takeitslow! Is your character currently a teenager? If yes, then assume they have somehow magically gotten an invitation and come party with us!
Warnings: none for the moment, will change if necessary




So maybe there's a lot of young people suddenly around the Moira. The best way to deal with it is obviously by throwing a party. Because adults are boring people who can't have fun and how can you not go wild at a party with a disco ball?

The rec area has been decorated just a bit for the occasion: there's a few tables with quick snacks, sweets and drinks, and 80's music playing from some strategically placed speakers. A good portion of the area is unimpeded so people can dance, and there are balloons of different colors a little bit all over.

The pool's decorated with tiny glitter confetti too, so it gives off a very glow-y vibe. Probably not a good idea to jump in but hey, you do you.

People are free to start up their own activities during the party, be it games like Spin the Bottle or Never Have I Ever, or something like attempting synchronized dancing. Seriously, go wild! (Not too wild, though. Just because there are no parents around doesn't mean you all should do whatever the hell you want. Yes it does.)


(Everyone feel free to put up specific starters for your characters, or for 'group' activities, go ahead and put up a top level so that everyone who wants to can jump in!)

Comments

[dyskinesia]

[ The question has Bruce tipping his head back down to look at Eggsy, feeling his face hot even around his eyes and up to his ears, his throat a little dry. He nods, though, managing in a weak voice. ]

That's... uh, okay. Yeah.

[ Bruce licks his lips, gaze dropping in a show of embarrassment, feeling particularly awkward when he speaks up again. ]

Is this okay? I'm not even doing anything.

[commontype]

[Eggsy tips up and kisses Bruce, hoping to kiss away that embarrassment and any lingering shyness. He knows that this is all about learning each other, and if Bruce isn’t ready for more than Eggsy kissing and touching him right now, that’s what’ll happen.]

You don’t have to.

[He kisses Bruce’s jaw.]

Ain’t gotta. I can.

[Angling his body closer, he trails back down Bruce’s throat. He skips over the mark he’d made and goes a little lower, sliding his hand down to Bruce’s hip, fingers splayed out.]

[dyskinesia]

[ Well, good luck with that. That's a lifetime of awkwardness and embarrassment that seems to be culminating into this moment, although Bruce is perfectly aware that he's not uncomfortable with any of this. If he were, he'd have said something, because somehow he just knows that would be perfectly fine with Eggsy. That of all people, this one guy he supposedly barely knows is someone he can trust completely. ]

No, but I... I want to. [ He manages that a little shakily, closing his eyes again and swallowing dryly as Eggsy's lips trail farther down his throat, his hips shifting on the bed in response to the hand settling on his side. ]

I just don't know how— I mean, what you like. [ Okay yes, this is particularly embarrassing. Bruce just takes comfort in the fact Eggsy's not actually looking him in the eye and exhales audibly before he goes on. ] How I should touch you. If you show me, I... I'll do it.

[commontype]

[Eggsy can’t remember the last time he was so in sync with someone else. When Bruce moves, he moves, when Bruce wants to try and give Eggsy what he likes, that’s all that he wants, too. It’s almost as if he doesn’t want anything unless it’s what Bruce wants.]

I like havin’ my neck kissed.

[He leans up on an elbow, looking down at Bruce with a soft smile.]

Everythin’ I just did, yeah, I fuckin’ love that.

[He arches a brow, dragging his hand further down Bruce’s hip to the top of his thigh, squeezing gently and resting it there.]

But you can do anythin’ you want.

[dyskinesia]

[ It still feels a little weird to him. He figures it must be one of those things that won't come naturally until he starts doing it, or until he stops overthinking. Since the latter isn't happening, he may as well jump in head first and hope for the best.

Tipping his head up, he presses a brief kiss to Eggsy's lips, then slowly moves down to his chin, lower so his lips trace the lump in Eggsy's throat. His kisses as soft and lingering, almost tentative, but he explores every bit of Eggsy's skin that he can reach.

One of his hands slides down Eggsy's front too, curling around his side. If he likes everything he just did to Bruce, then he must like it when Bruce's own hand dips even lower and his thumb slides underneath the hem of his shirt, tracing along his hipbone. ]

[commontype]

[Eggsy rolls his head back to give Bruce room, and shifts over on one elbow so he can free up his hand for better things like running his fingers through Bruce's hair again. His stomach jumps when Bruce's thumb traces his hipbone and he unconsciously rocks his hips forward and down.]

Just like that, yeah?

[He presses his teeth into his lower lip, and tugs on Bruce's hair when he kisses him in a place that his body is particularly sensitive to.

His patience doesn't last for very long before he's twisting his head down and tugging Bruce's back to kiss him with a lot more heat and tongue and teeth than he had before. It's not a polite kiss or exploratory, but a kiss just because it feels good.]