A home is where you find one.

[buckingham]

unexpected domesticity shipping meme. you never thought you'd have a home, at least not one you can call completely yours, no strings attached and no one lording above you or controlling you. you may not have even known what a "home" truly is, or thought you wanted one. now, there is a touch of domesticity in your life, no matter what things are like otherwise, because you have a home, though you may not have a house proper. most importantly, you now have someone to share this new facet of life with - a partner. similar to you or completely different, relationship unspoken or unrealized, heavily romantic or understated, they are slowly but surely becoming someone indispensable to you. you never could have seen this coming. and, of course, with domesticity comes a certain amount of intimacy, perhaps even the ultimate physical intimacy...you may be open to that already or you're working up to it when you'd hardly considered it before. whether your situation is for the long term as it stands, could end at any moment, or a mere disguise you're using to lay low, you're getting comfortable. how does that make you feel? will you it accept a new lease on life - or will you sabotauge yourself before someone else does? — Comment with your character, preferences, what tone you want your thread to take, and whether or not your open to smut. — Reply to others.

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[hellstorm]

He pulls away, dragging his teeth, then sitting back to lick across his own bottom lip with a curious expression.

"You taste good when you're happy, Stephen, what has you so pleased?" He draws his claws back down over the crotch of his slacks, feather light across the growing bulge.

[strange_magic]

"Just you, believe it or not," he replies. "I care very much for you, you know."

His hands run up Daimon's back, nails trailing along his spine.

[hellstorm]

He stares at him for a moment, as if trying to read something, brow creasing slightly as he leans in to press a softer kiss to his mouth.

Daimon can allow for the occasional tender moment. Especially after all Stephen had just given him.

His own claws draw more firmly as he bows his spine just right at Stephen's trailing fingers.

[strange_magic]

Stephen shivers again, that certain darkness in him rising at the harder drag of Daimon's claws, even as he presses into that kiss.

[hellstorm]

He draws away again with a hum. "There you are."

[strange_magic]

"You should know by now how irresistible we find you," he murmurs, voice pitched low still, with a thread of resonance colouring it.

[hellstorm]

That tone does all the right things to him, and he exhales a little sound of want... if he can help it or not.

"I do, but I like the show just the same."

[strange_magic]

"I will bear that in mind," he says, and it's talons that trail back down Daimon's spine rather than all-too-human fingernails.

[hellstorm]

That's the quickest way to get him soft and pliant in Stephen's grasp, but only for as long as those claws tease him, then he's pushing forward again to press a biting kiss to his lips.

[strange_magic]

The noise that Stephen makes is low, rumbling guttural hunger as he pulls Daimon closer, and meets those teeth with his own.

[hellstorm]

He draws away with a hot sweep of his tongue across Stephen's lower lip, nudging his mouth with his own until he opens for him so he can delve into a deeper kiss.

His hand slips down further, casually working Stephen's belt open.

[strange_magic]

'Casually'. You can be so cute, Daimon.

In response, Stephen slides the sharp tips of his talons oh-so-carefully under Daimon's waistband.

[hellstorm]

Well he's not going to look desperate, no matter how hungry Stephen makes him.

Which is why he doesn't just strip him with magic. And this chair sees a lot of action, by the way.

Daimon pulls away, nuzzling under his chin, sinking fingers into his pants to rub him through his boxers, mindful of his own claws.

[strange_magic]

Stephen groans, cock hardening under Daimon's hand.

"Like that, yes," he murmurs. The skin under Daimon's mouth shifts and cools, dark power running under it.

[hellstorm]

"I did miss you." He finally admits, murmuring breathy words against Stephen's cooling skin, tongue trailing along the mottled length of his throat, hovering over his adamsapple to nip.

[strange_magic]

"Is it selfish of me to say that I am glad?" His voice catches just a little at that nip.

[hellstorm]

"No." He presses a kiss to the spot where his teeth grazed, then leans up to nudge their mouths together again, fondness swelling in his chest.

"And if it is--." Warm lips pass over his cheek so he can speak in low, soft words against his ear. "I'm yours, be selfish."

[strange_magic]

"Then I shall be," he murmurs in return, smile evident in his voice. "Very, very selfish."

He gives Daimon's ass a nice squeeze, and pulls him closer, and nips the soft spot under his ear.

[hellstorm]

Daimon likes the cold under his touch and shivers as Stephen's teeth catch close to his ear.

"Take these off." He draws his hand up from the open V of Stephen's pants to give his beltloop a tug.

[strange_magic]

Stephen shifts under him, and murmurs a word to send his trousers away without the need to move Daimon.

"Like so?" he asks.

[hellstorm]

"Yes." He drags his mouth back over to Stephen's own, catching at his lip, then his jaw and back down his throat as he starts to back up from his lap to trail a searing path down his chest and stomach.

Claws draw over his hips to brace on his thighs to push apart.

[strange_magic]

Stephen arches up under him, skin darkening, cold and mottled under Daimon's mouth.

[hellstorm]

He loves feeling the change in him, dark magic bubbling up, cold and electric under his lips, sharp and bittersweet beneath his tongue.

Daimon presses a soft bite against his inner thigh, drawing his mouth along to seek out the perfect thick curve of his cock.

[strange_magic]

Stephen makes a low rumble of approval, and drags his talons through Daimon's hair. His cock jumps a little under those hot lips, skin warmer there still than the rest of his skin.

[hellstorm]

"I missed your dick too." He grins up at him, those eyes bright as his tongue comes out for a long, lewd drag up from base to tip, curling around it before he takes him into his mouth.