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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[ andyr moans, worn and low and wanton, his forehead pressed against adam's neck as he shivers through the sweet pleasure of adam's hand around his rock hard cock. he twitches in his hand, precome dripping onto adam's fingers, and andyr's hips roll to meet him, needing so much more. ]

Wish I could've seen it. You're so fucking beautiful together.

[ the mind theatre plays behind his eyes, adam spread out underneath ronan, ronan's long, inked body arched over him as his hips thrust, cock pulsing into adam's body as the both of them shudder and cry out. god, he wants to be inside adam so badly, right now. wants to be between the both of them in something like that. a thought comes to mind. ]

Can I try something? Promise I won't break the rules.

[ Adam smiles and he thinks about it, Andyr watching them and he loves that. He loves when he's there with them. Before he says anything, Andyr's asking a question and he furrows a brow briefly at the assurance of not breaking the rules because why would that be a concern? He's not sure.

But he already trusts Andyr quite a bit. His body is hot, flushed, exhausted and worn out but not enough that he'll stop. ]

Okay. Anything as long as it doesn't break the rules. [ Adam's fingers rub over the head of Andyr's cock, covering his fingers in his precum and then he presses his hand up to his lips to lick them off. ]

[ his eyes follow the motion, heavily lidded with lust and thrumming desire, as andyr's lips follow after adam's hand, wanting to taste himself on his tongue, sucking at his lips and pressing deeper to lick inside his mouth.

andyr's body quakes, and the urge for what he's wanting only gets louder, pulling away with a woeful sigh, mournful to part from the kiss, but andyr moves to shuffle them. gentle, he turns them, letting adam lay with his stomach to the mattress, as andyr shifts around him, arms still circled snug around his chest and his stomach, until he presses flush against his back.

their bodies fit together just so, and with a brief squirm of his hips, andyr's wet cock slots between adam's cheeks, slickness from his arousal making the slide along the soft, hot crevice of him easy, the curves and texture of his length dragging intimately close to adam's abused and sensitive hole and he thrusts, grinding against him.

a moan almost like a whimper or a whine leaves him, and andyr feels so weak to this, but so, so awash with pleasure. adam's body is everything he needs in this moment, and he kisses at his shoulders and his neck, desperate for him. ]

[ Adam could get lost in the way Andyr kisses him, full of desire and Adam returns it as the taste of Andyr only thickens more in his mouth with the press of his tongue. It's over all too soon and Adam nearly pulls him back, but he knows that Andyr wants something more and he's full of curiosity and desire to fulfill whatever he can for the other man.

Adam doesn't question it when he finds himself on his stomach, his hips squirming just a little as his cock presses between his stomach and the bed sensitive just like his entrance was. His breathing is heavy as he feels the weight of Andyr's body fitted against him. He's shorter than Ronan but he's broad and strong in a way that makes Adam feel enveloped in him still. ]

Oh, fuck. [ The curse slips out with a quiet whimper when the other's cock presses between his cheeks. His hands curl into the comforter as he bites down on his bottom lip while Andyr grinds against him. It's an even more intense sensation of too much and not enough and the quiet whimpers and moans seemed to keep falling from him in ways he doesn't usually allow, sounds that he'd bite back embarrassed of now making it out, too exhausted to hold them back.

He starts to press up against Andyr his hips rocking between him and his own cock rubbing against the bed. ]

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

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