tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; February 14
Rating; Pg13-NC17? It's all up in the air~ ♥
Characters; Kamui

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Summary; The question that started it all.
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Building six, room two. The numbers fluttered around in his head as the boy made his way to the building, barefeet half-skipping across the pavement as he walked. All in all, it had been such a lovely day, and even with the sun setting, Peter's mood had yet to diminish. He'd gotten to visit his friends, and had cupcakes, and helped Smee cook and everything felt so positively wonderful that the boy found himself wishing there were more of such days. After all, it was so easy for people to be sad in the City.

Still, the day was winding down, and out of the blue he'd crossed paths with a rather strange boy with bright eyes- and curiosity piqued, Peter was intent on figuring out what, exactly, he'd been talking about. Of course it had to have something to do with what Luke had mentioned earlier- about liking touch. But it was all really something of a mystery... until today anyway. Where things should be cleared up. Hopefully.

With a singsongy smile, the forever boy made his way inside and took a look around. Room two~ and an open door. Perfect! His head canted to the side as be peeked in, still hovering in the doorway. "Hello~?"

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His back arched reflexively- the smallest of gestures in hoping to get closer, to press more firmly against the security of the other's body. Lips parted almost as a gasp at the newness of it all, the smallest whimper escaping as he mimiced Kamui's actions.

Hips rolled forward a fraction of their own volition- seeking contact as slender fingers lost themselves in dark hair. Remarkably soft dark hair- like feathers, or something lighter; and Peter was facinated.

To feel the other's hips roll against him like that was something that Kamui, admittedly, was not expecting. Not quiet yet, anyway, but... he would take it; hand moving from the younger one's chin to his lower back, fingers splaying and pulling him just a little closer to himself.

The vampire had to admit he was liking this more than he should: the warm body against him was somehow soothing, the taste of the other's mouth pure and interesting. He let one leg slip between the virgin's legs, moving up with just a little pressure as he slightly changed the angle of their kiss, tongue teasing and tempting.

It occured to him that this was probably this boy's first kiss, -that all of his was his absolute first- stolen by someone he didn't love and who didn't love him. The thought was almost enough to make him pull away again, but the other hadn't reacted well to that last time, so he instead focused on what he was doing, pushing his morals far away.

The lack of oxygen made him dizzy and the smallest of shivers made it's way up his spine. There was an undeniably dark allure to this boy- something he couldn't hope to explain and instead sought only to explore. To unravel this mystery that set his heart racing with warm thimbles- kisses.

But the shift pulled Peter out of his haze and he pulled away to breathe- eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed. Somewhere a clock was ticking, hours counting down until the curse ended and already it was ebbing. Childish rationale slowly floating to the surface as Peter ghosted a kiss to the corner of Kamui's mouth, fingertips drifting over his shoulder in have awed admiration. "What...?"

"Are you... sure this is alright?" Fingers moved to Peter's face again, gently tracing his cheek, nose, lips. He had to know that he could still have this one; not being at all into rape. Even though he wanted the younger one now for sure, finding his reactions all so very intriguing and somehow familiar, he would stop and pull back if he had to.

Yes, he wanted his blood; and yes, he wanted him, but he wasn't going to break the boy for it.

Alright. Peter turned the word over in his head, trying to make sense of it when sense itself escaped him. And then the petal soft pad of fingertips ghosted over his mouth and drew the boy's attention- up to bright eyes and a near-uncertain expression.

Peter knew there were words, things he was supposed to say- but couldn't manage to call anything into mind. There was a pulling in his blood- a tug he could neither understand or deny. The boy shook his head, voice distant and muted. "I don't know" he breathed, before closing the distance between them- mouths meeting once more, kiss firm and warm.

Such an honest answer. It was something Kamui had to appreciate, even though it didn’t help calm his nerves or guilt any. The kiss, however, did: to him, it was a sign that this... was at least remotely wanted. Sure, the boy was most likely cursed, but curses didn’t take away all of one’s willpower.

Gently, the vampire better angled the boys face, kissing back and taking more control of the kiss. He couldn’t help that he was dominant in nature usually, so used to being the protector of certain others. “Hmm...” he hummed into the kiss before breaking it, half-lidded smile intrigued. “Bedroom.” At that, he took one of Peter’s hands, kissing it softly, and tugging him a little to move down the hall.

The dominance was more reassuring than anything else- because instincts alone could only take him so far. Even now, with the effects of the curse waning, a different sort of fog had moved in; heavy and electric, making his skin prickle at every touch.

And then there was that word, and his lips parted a fraction, breath hitching at the tug on his hand. That word...meant something, that much the boy knew, though the full weight of it remained beyond his comprehension. Bare feet stepped lightly, all but hovering over the floor as he followed the vampire's lead, fingers lacing together and mouth eager for more.

As soon as the door was closed, Kamui spun the other around using their joined hands, instantly moving in for another kiss. He kept it careful, but this time it had an air of passion behind it, want, Kamui kissing a little harder than last time. All the while, his hands roamed the younger’s body, curious and learning.

Soon, the kiss was broken again, Kamui learning in to nuzzle at his neck. It was tempting, oh so tempting, to feed now, but... not yet. Not when it could scare the boy away, or make him pass out. Instead, he placed a little kiss there, tongue flickering out curiously. All the while, he started to back them both up, toward the bed. Yes, this was moving along nicely now.

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