bakerstreet | like it's hard?

[ That sort of need to cling to him, be in his presence? After a lifetime of the treatment he's gotten, it's absolutely intoxicating. Maybe he's trading one addiction for another, but he didn't care about being addicted to substances and alcohol, he doesn't mind this, either.

Especially because it comes with the benefit of being able to uplift someone who seriously deserves it. He continues the kiss, thinks about the way their bodies match together - he has to break it off for a breathless, giddy laugh. ]

You know what you're turning my kink into? Tall men who don't know they can use it against me.

That sounds… like a very niche sort of kink. [He nods a little, grin split across his face.] Very specific.

Really, more people aren't into this? Seems like a problem for them to deal with.

[ He leans in again, close enough to share breath, hooking two fingers into Bob's belt loops and idly tugging. ]

I know what I'm not missing out on, even if nobody else does.

I don’t know- [He chuckles lightly and lets it get lost somewhere inside Josh’s mouth as he closes what little space was left between them.

His fingers seek whatever he can grasp— hand, jacket, shirt collar, he just wants to be closer, somehow, impossibly.]

I know. I know it better than I've known anything in my entire fucking life, because I know you, and I'm never going to do anything but love that for me.

[ He considers the shared sentiment they have of wanting to be closer, and regards the wall that just happens to be nearby. Before he's even aware of what he himself is doing, he's putting strength into something between crowding into him and a shove, trying to put Bob right up against it.

Yeah, that'll work. ]

Knowing you has been pretty fucking exceptional for me, you know? [Oh, it'll work just fine, indeed.

Hmm. Yes. He likes this one- he likes it a lot, actually, if the way one of his legs curls around the back of Josh's knee is anything to judge by.]

Hi... [He breathes out softly in greeting. He smiles, a little shyness crawling into it now; he can't escape that too-watchful gaze at all now, not this close.

His tongue darts out across his lips and he looks up at Josh through his lashes.] Your eyes are so pretty...

I guess? [ He can't help but chuckle at that, low in his throat. ] It's probably fair if I have one pretty feature in exchange for all of your everything.

[ He keeps the hand he used to shove right on Bob's shoulder, but the other one goes up. He touches his face, caressing along the cheekbone. ]

Long lashes, cute face. [ His fingers trail down slowly, then trace the shape of his lips. The touch is light as a feather. ] Everything's perfect - you really don't understand you change my world with a smile.

[ He pulls his hand away and leans in, pressing their foreheads together. ]

Hey there, gorgeous. Having a decent day?

[He leans into that hand at his cheek like a plant seeking sunlight, soaking up all of the affection that he can every single time it’s presented to him.]

You flatter me too much. [He murmurs softly, a quiet little huff of amusement escaping him.]

All that, from one little smile?

[He resists the urge to whine at the loss of contact when Josh drops his hand away from his cheek. He replaces it by crowding his space and pressing their foreheads together and Bob can’t help the small smile that cracks across his face at the question.]

Can’t complain- [He grins, stealing a kiss from him because he’s too close not to now.]

Little? Not exactly, not when every I see it, I feel like everything is went through might have been worth it. Because if I hadn't, we wouldn't have met in that damn place and I wouldn't get to see every time I make you even slightly happy.

[ He's not going to complain about that kiss. But with such close proximity, more than they've managed before, he's feeling the stirs of a certain beast inside. The only thing keeping it at bay is all the sentiment feelings, but when the kiss is over, he can't resist what he's always trying to not give into - pushing his face against his throat and inhaling.

The noise he made at that wonderful smell was probably criminal. An inner chant swells in his thoughts: don't bite, don't claim, keep the silly mood going.

It's probably too late for that. ]

[He can’t help being so eager to kiss and touch and tease and explore because— god, this man knows exactly all the best right things to say to turn him into putty in his hands. It’s so nice to hear all of that charm directed at him and know it isn’t just a line, no matter how Hollywood his mouth is sometimes.

When Josh presses his face into the hollow of his neck, he earns a soft gasp from Bob, fingers reaching, seeking purchase on whatever he might be able to immediately grab– arm, hand, jacket… just has to keep going, keep touching and holding and keeping him tied right here with him. ]

If it’s… permission you’re waiting for— [He murmurs his words right into Josh’s ear, breath warm and ghosting over the shell of his ear as he speaks.] Don’t draw blood? But… you can bite me— [As if to punctuate the point, he nips playfully at Josh’s ear.]

[ He makes a surprised nose at the nip, he's more than a little into it. Now that the permission has been given for him to use his own teeth, there's no possibility of resisting anymore. He grunts, low and deep and dark like a coffee. ]

Gonna have to be careful... Could tempt the beast that way.

[ Could he just lose all control? He knows he always comes back later, but that doesn't change the things done while he's not really him. He exhales in both frustration and pure want. ]

Here?

[ He draws his mouth above his pulsepoint, then comes at it with something that definitely resembles the bite of a creature. He licks over the area with his tongue, to soothe it, then bites a little harder once more.

There's no blood. He's careful to follow anything Bob asks of him. ]

I'm not scared of you. [He reaches up to drag his fingers through Josh's hair.] I trust you.

[He gasps softly and closes his eyes, a soft hum of approval when he asks- words do not exist for him right now, he couldn't even tell anyone his own name if asked.]

[ Is his mouth being very 'Hollywood' right now? The thing keeping him from going too far into that other side is being aware of how much he cares about this man. But he's definitely into what's happening on some primal level that doesn't belong to his original species.

But his mouth has been mentioned, simply because teeth are getting a little sharp, a little more present. The left side of his mouth is starting to be split by new ones, appearing going all the way into his cheek. He doesn't notice. It's something approximate to this.

So he doesn't hold back when he bites a pattern, he's not aware of the differences so he's not accommodating them. It's surely a different feeling to receive this than it was a second ago. ]

Edited 2025-05-24 17:38 (UTC)

[His mouth is being very distracting right now, actually. So it could be argued that is very Hollywood of him, if arguments were a thing he could make at all right now. As it is, he is far too focused on the press of Josh's body against his, on the scrape of teeth against skin.

Teeth that feel... different, suddenly, he realizes.]

You got razor blades in there? [He asks with a soft huff of amusement; not that he thinks he's drawn blood, though the pleasure and pain receptors in his brain get pretty scrambled sometimes? So maybe he wouldn't notice as readily, anyway.]

[ Realizing what's happened is like a bucket of cold water being dumped over him, running icy tendrils over his spine. Quick check: has he drawn blood? No, and thank fuck for that, because he might actually lose it for a second if he did. Nobody needs that.

He stops using his teeth but doesn't pull away, just kind of hides his face against Bob's neck while he tries to concentrate on putting everything back the way it's supposedly normal. He has no idea if it's working. ]

...

[ There's nothing to say, really? Just only hoping he can assert things before he gets noticed too much. ]

[Luckily for Josh, the press of his face into Bob’s neck is practically divine right this very moment, a soft, contented little hum escaping his lips.

One hand slides out of Josh’s hair to slip down to curl gently around his cheek instead. There is a disconnect between what he had expected and what he was feeling against his palm and thumb as he drags it lightly against what should have been the high arch of cheekbone. It felt… rougher than he’d expected. Almost like the newly-healed wound where a scar was starting to form.]

Josh…? [Nothing is exactly put together— he doesn’t even really have the right pieces to make the proper picture— but it does feel… different. He doesn’t even know if wrong is the right word. Different is true and neutral without negative connotations attached to it at least… ]

... okay.

[ He can see that this isn't good back, not without any help. He exhales sharply and then settles back on the balls of his feet.

He looks almost like he's admonishing himself for whatever this is. It's a good guess to his inner mental state about what's happening, what he simply can't put away.

He's not a wolf or wearing a red hood, no 'my what teeth you have ' should be coming into play right now. Fuck. ]

I'm okay. Just a damn weirdo, as much as I've always been.

Hey… [He reaches idly to catch Josh’s wrist between his fingers. The tug is gentle, not enough to topple him or yank him back toward him, just enough to be a silent request to stay close.

Because this isn’t the moment everything starts to crash and burn like Josh may be expecting.]

We listen and we don’t judge… [Something he’d started saying as a joke, echoing one of his several therapists through the years, but somewhere along the way, it became a real thing he tried to live by.]

Talk to me… [He squeezes gentle where his fingers are still looped around his wrist, his thumb rubbing gently against the inside. A soothing, calming thing, done at an even, steady rhythm.]

[ Josh is quickly realizing it's not that moment but it doesn't stop his his heart from racing. Any adrenaline is bad at the moment and he places his free hand over his face to try to hide any further changes. Particularly ones where his face splits a little more or his eyes start to lose anything but being pure, milky white.

He doesn't pull away the wrist that's being touched. He couldn't bear to part from that right now, the simple connection is keeping him sane. ]

My parents fucked over an entire people. Their spirits got them back by taking their children, I guess?

How… did they do that? [It somehow doesn’t shock him as a possibility, only confuses him to try to figure out the logistics. Nothing he’s heard about anyone in Josh’s family besides the twins was good, really. They both drew the short straws on family. Gross.]

Taking you how? You’re right here… [Not completely human, but… who is, these days?]

Sure, I'm here, but do I look right?

[ He uncovers his face and - it's not great, but he's managed to stabilize it in some sense of the word. Sure, he's on the edge of wanting to taste blood from some source immediately. But as long as he makes sure to bite his own lip - and he definitely does this - the taste of his own blood kind of keeps it at bay. ]

I'm not the same guy you met in that group. Never gonna be again.

[As he drops his hand away from his face, Bob looks up curiously at him. He doesn’t let go of the wrist between his fingers, but with his other hand, he reaches up, carefully tracing his fingers over the fractured edges of his face. His touch is gentle and feather-light, but pleasantly curious as well.]

Does it hurt? [He asks, voice whisper-quiet.]

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Yeah.

[ He's not going to hide that fact, it would be counterproductive. But he still can't help but sigh and lean into that touch. ]

But a lot of the pain is because of what I can't allow myself to do.

So this… [That sigh seems to breathe straight through Bob, somehow.] is this what you meant, about a… beast? A- monster? [He continues to trace his fingers lightly against the new lines and breaks in his cheek.]

Things like… what, exactly? [He has a couple of ideas, just wants to see if he’s anywhere near right.]

Almost. This isn't really it. It gets a hell of a lot worse. But I'm constantly working on holding that off. I can't stand to see it and I'm not really in my right mind that way.

[ He shakes his head at the question, not sure how honest he can bear to be. But as long as he continues being touched, that helps, and the cracks are fading. ]

Bloodlust. Anger. Pure passion. Yeah, I even want to fuck like this, and hard.

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