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[Hell yeah it is!
Or so Rhys would say if his mouth wasn't currently full of cock.
He pushes down until his mouth touches the base of the other man's dick, lips pressed against pubic hair, nose pushing gently into the softness of BJ's gut--
Then he hits his gag reflex, gives a soft, choking jolt, and pulls back quickly, trying to maintain the dignity of a guy who didn't just flub his party trick.]
Or so Rhys would say if his mouth wasn't currently full of cock.
He pushes down until his mouth touches the base of the other man's dick, lips pressed against pubic hair, nose pushing gently into the softness of BJ's gut--
Then he hits his gag reflex, gives a soft, choking jolt, and pulls back quickly, trying to maintain the dignity of a guy who didn't just flub his party trick.]
She was just chilling in her rooms, reading quietly, relaxing with tea after another busy barge day and thinking about the large and stressful job that lies ahead.
This is lucky because at least when she is yanked into Betelgeuse's space in the mystery shack, at least she doesn't have to wake up on him and be EXTRA disoriented and mad. That said, she screams a little and immediately starts scrambling away, brought up short by the fact that now, they're really and truly stuck with each other.
This is lucky because at least when she is yanked into Betelgeuse's space in the mystery shack, at least she doesn't have to wake up on him and be EXTRA disoriented and mad. That said, she screams a little and immediately starts scrambling away, brought up short by the fact that now, they're really and truly stuck with each other.
"And up! And down! And up! And down! Stretch those abs!" Crows the woman onscreen of the small tv in front of the chair. Betelgeuse reaches up skyward, then back down, then starts to run in place in time with the blasting music. Gotta work out to stay in this bad a shape.
He jumps about a mile and a half - and really, jumpscares? wow, Hange, he didn't think you had it in you! - when his new warden appears practically on top of him.
"Whoa whoa whoa Hey. STOP!" He roars at her when he's dragged alongside her by the hand, fighting to pull free.
He jumps about a mile and a half - and really, jumpscares? wow, Hange, he didn't think you had it in you! - when his new warden appears practically on top of him.
"Whoa whoa whoa Hey. STOP!" He roars at her when he's dragged alongside her by the hand, fighting to pull free.
“Betelgeuse!” His name emerges a low, irate snarl. Hange does stop her scramble, but now all her attention switches to pulling at her hand, agitated. That he isn’t trying to cling on her and is in fact also struggling to get free doesn’t escape her notice, but the realization waits behind the starting line for now.
“What did you do?”
He gets summoned when his name is called three times, she was just... summoned...? It’s strangely similar enough to ask.
“What did you do?”
He gets summoned when his name is called three times, she was just... summoned...? It’s strangely similar enough to ask.
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Righteous anger is not a thing BJ is used to feeling. Selfish anger, sure, that's easy, but when someone is blatantly accusing you of something you didn't do, he's going to get pissy.
And when BJ is pissed, he turns all the lights in the house red. For aesthetic purposes.
He stops dead, watching her pull at their attached hands, and gives a sarcastic little smirk.
"Yeah. You got me. I orchestrated the whole damn thing."
Sarcasm is a valid form of communication.
And when BJ is pissed, he turns all the lights in the house red. For aesthetic purposes.
He stops dead, watching her pull at their attached hands, and gives a sarcastic little smirk.
"Yeah. You got me. I orchestrated the whole damn thing."
Sarcasm is a valid form of communication.
[He starts to laugh, wild and low-pitched, but helps Rhys up by the arm and starts leading him back to the couch.]
Nice try, kid. You know, if you died, you could go incorporeal and my dick could come out the back of your throat. That always scares the grannies.
Nice try, kid. You know, if you died, you could go incorporeal and my dick could come out the back of your throat. That always scares the grannies.
Edited 2019-11-18 12:36 (UTC)
Hange pauses in her struggle and looks up at the lights. Red, alright, but it's just lighting. A light can't hurt you. These powers were returned so he could blow off steam and telegraph his emotions without doing physical harm to people.
"It's a valid question." She leans back against their grip, letting her whole body weight fall against it. That's about two hundred pounds of soldier to bear up on and the stickiness doesn't waver. "You get summoned... I get paired with you... I get summoned..."
"It's a valid question." She leans back against their grip, letting her whole body weight fall against it. That's about two hundred pounds of soldier to bear up on and the stickiness doesn't waver. "You get summoned... I get paired with you... I get summoned..."
He watches her lean back, unamused, and wishes he had the power to just drop her. BJ stumbles forward once but holds her up.
"Yeah, except you've got my file. Where in there does it say 'sticky powers' are something ghosts have?"
Pause, and then he's opening his mouth to tell a really dirty sex joke. Stop him.
"Yeah, except you've got my file. Where in there does it say 'sticky powers' are something ghosts have?"
Pause, and then he's opening his mouth to tell a really dirty sex joke. Stop him.
Wow, undead oral in front of the elderly. Did anyone ever tell you your dirty talk is just the hottest?
[Asks Rhys archly, his voice is still a little hoarse and wet, as he allows himself to be drawn back towards the couch. As they approach, he lifts his free hand to trail a line down the centre of Betelgeuse's back.]
Should I even ask how much of your sex life is just about traumatising the living?
[Asks Rhys archly, his voice is still a little hoarse and wet, as he allows himself to be drawn back towards the couch. As they approach, he lifts his free hand to trail a line down the centre of Betelgeuse's back.]
Should I even ask how much of your sex life is just about traumatising the living?
"I didn't get to finish reading your file," Hange admits grudgingly. Yanked 2 Ford's 2 soon.
Otherwise she just looks at him, expression hinting towards resignation. Go on. Lay the awful sex joke on her. We embrace the filth here. We wade right in. Hell has arrived! Tell the sex joke!
Otherwise she just looks at him, expression hinting towards resignation. Go on. Lay the awful sex joke on her. We embrace the filth here. We wade right in. Hell has arrived! Tell the sex joke!
He pauses, staring at her like he can't believe this is going to be happening, before saying in delight;
"Wow. Usually people cut me off before I have a chance to let loose. Uh! All right. Speaking of stickiness, what's a ghost's favorite porn category?"
"Wow. Usually people cut me off before I have a chance to let loose. Uh! All right. Speaking of stickiness, what's a ghost's favorite porn category?"
"I don't know, Betelgeuse."
Hange, still stuck to him by the hand, flops her head backwards and stares at the sky, then wonders why she's doing it. Why do humans look at the sky when they're exasperated, or in need of guidance? God isn't there. Heaven is empty. Humanity suffers and struggles alone.
"What's a ghost's favorite porn category?"
Hange, still stuck to him by the hand, flops her head backwards and stares at the sky, then wonders why she's doing it. Why do humans look at the sky when they're exasperated, or in need of guidance? God isn't there. Heaven is empty. Humanity suffers and struggles alone.
"What's a ghost's favorite porn category?"
Hange contemplates the ceiling for a solid couple seconds and then calmly announces, "I don't get it."
A lot of it. Most people can't see me, and walking around naked for a few years got really boring. And cold.
[He brings Rhys closer to the couch, sitting down on it and pulling Rhys unceremoniously into his lap to kiss, his erection rubbing up against Rhys' hip.]
[He brings Rhys closer to the couch, sitting down on it and pulling Rhys unceremoniously into his lap to kiss, his erection rubbing up against Rhys' hip.]
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"I don't knooowwwwwww."
And this is very terrible. It makes her a little uncomfortable to touch people for sustained periods of time!
"AaaaAAAaa."
She tries to put one foot up on his stomach and use it as a brace to push harder away from him.
And this is very terrible. It makes her a little uncomfortable to touch people for sustained periods of time!
"AaaaAAAaa."
She tries to put one foot up on his stomach and use it as a brace to push harder away from him.
He immediately shoves her foot off of him and to the side, unhappy to be used like a vaulting-off step.
"You wouldn't vivisect me and yet you don't even know how to brace yourself against someone? Jesus christ. Here."
He crouches a little, bending his knees so that Hange can plant her foot on his kneecap instead.
"Right here, kid."
"You wouldn't vivisect me and yet you don't even know how to brace yourself against someone? Jesus christ. Here."
He crouches a little, bending his knees so that Hange can plant her foot on his kneecap instead.
"Right here, kid."
She plants the foot. She shoves against him fiercely. It succeeds in nothing but making her wrist hurt. Pressure is maintained for a couple seconds, a good college try is given. Then she's forced to give up. Hange dramatically slouches down and then crumbles to the floor, still stuck to BJ by their stupid, stupid, traitorous hands.
[Rhys gives a contemplative little hum against Betelgeuse's mouth. Sometimes the weight of loneliness behind whatever Betelgeuse has been through feels impossibly present, impossible to ignore. But Rhys really doesn't want to interrupt what they're currently doing to have a depressing conversation, so instead he shifts closer in the ghost's lap, positioning himself so BJ's cock presses into the crack of his ass, while his own erection is snug against Betelgeuse's stomach.]
So did you have like-- a list or something? Things you were going to do once people could see you again?
[All of this is mumbled between kisses, wet and low.]
Other than just getting someone to watch.
So did you have like-- a list or something? Things you were going to do once people could see you again?
[All of this is mumbled between kisses, wet and low.]
Other than just getting someone to watch.
He starts to laugh, then gasp with pain as his wrist starts to pop. A few more units of pressure and they might dislocate it.
He stares down at her when she collapses on the floor, grinning at her plight.
"Hey! Look on the bright side; you're stuck with me. Sleepover parties!"
He stares down at her when she collapses on the floor, grinning at her plight.
"Hey! Look on the bright side; you're stuck with me. Sleepover parties!"
[Rhys laughs, giving a slow roll of his hips as he drops his hands to grab Betelgeuse's wrists to encourage him.]
Thanks. I kinda love you groping it, so I guess we're well matched like that.
[As much as that, he loves the admiration. Loves the feeling of being desired. He dips in for another, deeper kiss, pressing a little closer to the other man, so that his dick rubs more firmly between them.]
Thanks. I kinda love you groping it, so I guess we're well matched like that.
[As much as that, he loves the admiration. Loves the feeling of being desired. He dips in for another, deeper kiss, pressing a little closer to the other man, so that his dick rubs more firmly between them.]
Heh. You got that right.
[He pulls him in closer, holding Rhys possessively and securely, kissing deeply into him. The demon ghost is strong, even with Rhys' surprisingly heavy metal parts, and so he picks him up a little, pressing against him so that Rhys' cock gets some friction between them.]
[He pulls him in closer, holding Rhys possessively and securely, kissing deeply into him. The demon ghost is strong, even with Rhys' surprisingly heavy metal parts, and so he picks him up a little, pressing against him so that Rhys' cock gets some friction between them.]
Fuck--
[Rhys makes a noise in the back of his throat, low and rough and needy, and he's leaning so hard into that press that he's practically grinding against the other inmate. He wraps one arm around Betelgeuse's shoulders, hanging onto him, while his free hand scrambles to grab one of BJ's wrists.]
I am going to lose my mind if you don't fuck me. [This comes out in a rush, half garbled and urgent.] I swear to god-- I'm like, two minutes away from just coming on your shirt and then you won't wash it because water and then you're just gonna spend the rest of your undead life smelling of my cum-- so we need to like-- change position, or you need to open your shirt-- and I really need you to get your fingers in my asshole right now.
[Was that a lot? It didn't feel like a lot, but Rhys isn't currently in a great mental space for judging how much is a lot right now.]
[Rhys makes a noise in the back of his throat, low and rough and needy, and he's leaning so hard into that press that he's practically grinding against the other inmate. He wraps one arm around Betelgeuse's shoulders, hanging onto him, while his free hand scrambles to grab one of BJ's wrists.]
I am going to lose my mind if you don't fuck me. [This comes out in a rush, half garbled and urgent.] I swear to god-- I'm like, two minutes away from just coming on your shirt and then you won't wash it because water and then you're just gonna spend the rest of your undead life smelling of my cum-- so we need to like-- change position, or you need to open your shirt-- and I really need you to get your fingers in my asshole right now.
[Was that a lot? It didn't feel like a lot, but Rhys isn't currently in a great mental space for judging how much is a lot right now.]
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