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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[ the distraction of adam's body, of the heat between them, and the sweet slide of their lips, is driving the nerves that came with wandering the house away, his world zeroing down to the boy in his arms, and the virginal little flips his stomach is doing in nervous excitement, as andyr's hand trails further up his naked side.

hooking his thumbs, andyr drags the shirt up as well, pulling it to rest just under adam's arm pits, leaving his smooth, young chest exposed and beautiful in the dim light of the room. ]

If you want me to stop, just say so. [ andyr tells him quietly, but he's dipping forward, sucking the the side of adam's neck, and lower, along his collar bones. down his chest, straying to a nipple, to kiss and lick lightly, glancing back up to his eyes now and again, to gauge if he ought to pull away. ]

[ Adam doesn't want to stop but he likes that Andyr says so. It's a given but there's something powerful in him verbalizing it and Adam appreciates it more than he'd ever be willing to express. As his shirt is dragged up, his skin exposed to Andyr and the air he shivers briefly but Andyr's mouth is quick to warm him and as it moves lower adam shifts just enough to pull the shirt the rest of the way and discard it.

The attention to his nipple sends a jolt of pleasure and he bites back a moan but there's a strangled sound as a result. It's quite possible his bit of fetish for teasing Ronan's nipples comes from the fact his own are indeed very sensitive too.

Adam meets his gaze, his own lip sliding from between his teeth and his hand reaches to the back of Andyr's head, fingers curling in it in silent encouragement.]

[ it's important to him to verbalize it, not only for his own experiences, but because this is all still very, very new and uncertain for them. andyr doesn't want to be a source of regret for him. but the hand at the back of his head tells him to press on, and andyr lets out a quiet sound, a pleased hum, against his skin, laving attention to adam's nipple a moment of so longer, before passing to the other, a thumb taking the place of his mouth on the abandoned one to massage over it.

adam's chest is bared to him, and though the room's dim as it is, andyr takes a second to look him over, exploring his hands and eyes, but mostly hands, feeling across his chest, the set of his bones, the swell of muscle. along his shoulders and his arms, down to his hands. adam's a beautiful, beautiful creature, and andyr's lips seek his own against, a slow, languid kiss, before moving down to his neck.

he's quiet, not sure he should speak, and break the moment. it's such a soothing one. ]

[The dark helps to hide most of the scars, cigarette burns and otherwise that he has. He feels safer that way not exposing them to Andyr right away. Not here. He bites back moans as Andyr works over his nipples with his mouth and hand and they're taunt and sensitive, the pleasure cascading through his body like aftershocks.

They're both silent and it doesn't feel wrong. If anything it feels very right. He presses closer to him, his hand brushing through his hair and the back of his neck as they kiss. He's sure Andyr can feel how hard he's gotten pressed against his thigh.

Adam's head lulls to the side, closing his eyes at the pleasure. He doesn't think to speak just savoring this to its fullest. They're learning each other slowly and its good.]

[ with the darkness all around them, and the silence engulfing, there's a wonderful kind of stillness and honesty in it. just emotion and sensation and movement. the sensory deprivation isn't something andyr would've thought he'd like, but he finds he does. just bodies and souls getting all tangled up, and the soft gasps shuddering from the boy in his arms.

andyr's body isn't teenage anymore, like adam's, but while he doesn't grow so hard so fast, he's definitely on his way there, especially with adam's firmed cock pressed so obviously into his hip, nothing but thin boxers separating the two of them.

as he's still showering kisses along his torso, andyr's hips move, rolling their together, so it's obvious that andyr's on the same page as him, feeling the desire building between them, and the need of their bodies. ]

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

8< sweet babbin

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