bakerstreet | ❄ snowfall

Of course. Helen wants to build a blanket fort in the living room in front of the fire place and I thought that was a wonderful idea to go along with... [ helen is grinning through her breakfast as she seems sure Duo will go through with her wishes to build the fort, looking over at Quatre hopefully afterward. After all, it could only be a complete family thing if Quatre participated too.

Duo sets Quatre's tea down in front of him, leaning in to give him a kiss. ]

And then we can go build snow men, if there's a lot of snow.

I think I am safe, then.

Maybe I should be worrying about angry elves instead.

What if I-- [He's cut off by that kiss. Hell his ability to breathe is cut off by that kiss. It's all he can do to keep himself thinking about anything besides how desperately he needs whatever it is Priest has to give him.

Even so when those fingers find his hole, he muffles a startled, surprised sound to his lips. But he only wiggles back against them. Yes. It's what he wants. At least, he thinks so.

He's not sure. It's new ground, a path he's never walked down before. Hell, he's never been kissed before. But he likes it. He wants to find out more. His hands slip down along Priest's chest then, fingertips tracing the contours of muscle and bone. ...so the blond is kind of stunning. That is not Jack's problem. ...except it kind of is.]

[Smothering the words with the kiss, Priest laughs against his lips, his tongue flickering along Jack's lips. Tasting, prompting him to open up, to just give in and let Priest run the show here. Cute. This boy is sort of cute, and it's a thought that Priest resents himself for having.

But oh well. His fingers press and rub at his hole just a moment longer before slipping back around. No lube, so he smears his fingers with pre-come before they circle back around, prod until a long index finger is slowly pushing in.

Breaking from his lips with a wet gasp and a laugh, he rocks against him and glances down as hands touch along his chest.]

Because they're the best kind of clothes for this weather. [ raleigh'd had plenty of reasons to fuck up and run. if he knew that that's what chuck is thinking, maybe he'd behave differently, say other things because chuck is alive and there's no shame in that. ]

You don't want to catch hypothermia, do you?

[A snort]

Nyet. Elves are about as dangerous as spoiled milk on Christmas Eve. More of nuisance than anything. And great cause of pain in belly.

[ wow, you got to be prepared for these things, little miss tactician. Like any caring father, Henry watches her go down with some surprise, and then... laughs. ]

Nya ha ha! Gotcha! Man, if that had been a fireball, you'd be a crispy critter right now! [ don't say this about your own daughter!! At least he walks over to give her a hand up instead of going to prepare more snowballs. ]

[Jack is all too eager to part his lips, allow Priest entrance. He's all too eager to allow him anything right now, so long as he keeps touching him. It's not lost to him that he's at the blond's mercy, a position he doesn't find himself in often. Ever. And it's a little thrilling the heat of it, how swept up he is.

His head falls back and he breaks from those lips with a startled cry. He's never been touched this way, and it's strange. New. But oh it only ignites something wild and needing inside him.] Aah! That's... give me more, okay?

[But then. Jack has always been a greedy little thing. Fingers curl against Priest's chest, nails digging in before his arms are wrapping around him again, gripping at his back, his shoulders, to cling for dear life as the blond rocks against him.]

[Chasing after that mouth, Priest ends up with his face nuzzled into the curve of Jack's neck instead. His mouth opens and he kisses hotly along his throat, up to nose under his jaw, his intent stare flickering up to Jack's eyes. He is cute, after all, with the way he reacts. Clearly unused to it. And he feels like he has power over him, has him in such a position to make him beg.

This once, though, he'll have mercy. His finger pushes further inside and he laughs, crooking it to drag it along his inner walls, until he can find his prostate.] Fine... How is this? Does it make you want to scream, brat...?

[Funny how if he pitches that word low, it almost sounds like an endearment.]

[Almost scandalized:] People don't leave you spoiled milk, do they?

[It's all Jack can do to remember to breathe. And the truth of the matter is, he'd beg as much as Priest wants him to right now, if it would get him what he wants, what he needs.]

I... o-oh! [And Jack does nearly scream, voice catching in his throat before he exhales a roughened cry. His hips rock as best they can the way the other man has him pinned to the wall, looking for more of that touch, over that spot inside him. It has him trembling, a frenzied light surfacing in bright blue eyes.] Stop teasing me. I need... [He's not even sure he has the words for it.]

[the natural thing to say to your daughter, yes. Though at least he offers her a hand--which she takes and uses as leverage to try to launch him into the snow too.

And spring right back up to her feet.]

I could've had a spear to impale you on, Father! Then you would've been in loooots of trouble!

Not on purpose.

But these little children are young. Sometimes, too young to understand what an expiration date is. Or how to read one.

As long as it is a safe distance from the fireplace, I'm alright with it. It seems she's pretty creative, even in the morning.

[ He looks outside. Snowmen meant going out in the cold, but it was fun last year, right? ]

If I ever feel awake enough.

No shit, Quat. I'm not lookin' for a fire first thing in the morning. [ He sighs as he passes Quatre his bowl of oatmeal, maybe just a little tiffed at the blonde for having to make that point about not too close to the fireplace. Helen's breakfast is placed in front of her then, and he leans down to kiss the top of her head, and she grins up at him with a little chirped 'thank you!' before turning back to make his own plate. ]

If you wanna sleep, that's fine I guess, but I don't think we're gonna wait up for you.

[ Quatre winces and immediately looks a little sad about getting snapped at. He folds one arm down and rests his cheek against his arm. ]

I was just joking...

[ He shrugs his shoulders, before getting up slowly and going to the refrigerator to get some milk for his oatmeal. ]

That's fine.

[ Damn it - mornings were just not a good time. He sighs to himself, counting to regain his patience and waiting for Quatre to get up. Once he's up and moving for the milk he'll try to move to try and hook his arm around Quatre's waist, eager to make it up to the blonde as soon as possible, even if his breakfast got a little cold. ]

Quatre -

Teasing you? Is that what I'm doing? [Priest voice drops into an amused growl, a second finger feeling inside along with the first. He rubs against him, thrusts his fingers in and out of that body. It's thrilling to see that look in Jack's eyes, fills his body up with a hot rush of lust and pleasure.]

I thought I was getting you ready. If you're too impatient, you're going to get hurt.

[Laughing lowly, he kisses along his throat.]

[Getting him ready? Jack just groans again, legs tightening around Priest as that second finger joins the first. There's a bit of discomfort; he's never been touched like this. But his arousal is achingly hard, and every movement of those fingers just makes him want more.]

I can't.. I can't be patient. [It's way too hard, and he finally gasps out the words that have been on the tip of his tongue.] I want you. So much...

[It's overwhelming, and burning him up from the inside out.] Please.

You don't drink it if it is spoiled, do you?

Not on purpose, of course.

But sometimes, I do not look before I drink. Is worse surprise than coal in stocking, let me tell you.

[Priest grimaces a little-- not from his words. His words, those were what he's been waiting to hear from Jack for a while now. Rather, at the way it affects him, how it makes his stomach wind itself up tightly.]

Ngh-- Fine. Fine, hold on...

[He slips fingers free from him, down to fumble at the front of his pants at last, at long last.]

[Jack is holding on, quite literally. He's clinging to Priest for dear life, trembling in anticipation. After all, hold on means that the blond is going to give him what he wants, doesn't it? It has to.

Because he doesn't think he could last another moment without it.

A low, shaky sound as those fingers withdraw, and he fixes a heated gaze on the other man's face.] I'm holding on... so... sooner would be better

[Priest smiles at the look on his face, the look in those eyes of his, and hums shortly. Guiding his dick up to press against his hole, he lingers there for a moment to let him feel, understand what's going to happen--]

Impatient brat. [His voice is low as he rolls the words over his tongue, leaning in to kiss the side of his head. Tensing his jaw, he pushes in slowly, that first inch.]

I believe it.

[Carefully scooping up more snow. Learned his lesson? Psssh.]

❄ snowfall

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