spoopy shenanigans [ota]

[effingsirius]

It's Halloween. Clearly this means it's time for shenanigans.

Or at least a party. Come costumed (or at the very least clothed.) Here there be alcohol and spoopiness.

Have fun!



[ooc: sob idk what this is go forth and have fun ppl i guess toplevel and attack at will?]

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[rab]

Today's a day for both, if he's quite amenable to the idea. [ He lofts a brow as he says it, though he knows the answer already. ] And if he would like to find a place to facilitate it.

[siriusno]

I suppose there's a chance he might be convinced. [He sets his drink aside, taking a step away before glancing back at Regulus and affecting that same haughty tone.] I hear there's a lovely original Rembrandt in the drawing room, if you'd care to take a look.

[PROTIPS: There is no original Rembrandt (as though Regulus would even recognize the name of a muggle Baroque painter), nor is there a drawing room.]

[rab]

Oi. [ He almost laughs, but only barely refrains. ] I don't sound like that much of a prick.

[ He's happy enough to go though, quite intent on finding this Not A Drawing Room aka a good place to snog and not be seen by any wandering eyes. He looks patient, even though he doesn't feel it. ]

[siriusno]

Of course you don't, darling. [Yes, he's still using the voice. A second later, he's snagging the edge of Regulus' sleeve, because they're out of sight in the hall and he still does that despite knowing he's allowed to actually take Regulus' hand now. He tugs Regulus into a side room, shutting the door behind them and looking around theatrically.] Oh dear me, the Rembrandt must be in another room...

[rab]

Come off it. [ He doesn't mind Remus taking his sleeve, though these days he's content with his hand as well - then as soon as the door's shut he wheels on him, raising his eyebrows again. ] Fuck's sake, now you really sound like a prick. [ But there's no fire behind it and he moves close to him, humming and looking up at him with a sly smile. He lifts his arms to coil them around his neck and tug him down for a kiss, ostensibly to shut him up. ]

[siriusno]

[Their lips meet and his hands come to rest possessively on Regulus' hips, using his grip to walk Regulus backwards until he has his back against the door.] And yet you're still willing to sneak off for a snog with me, so I must be doing something right.

[rab]

[ He grins a little into the kiss so soon as his back hits the door, tipping his head back to rest against it and look at him, perfectly innocent. He likes that possessiveness, too. ] I can think of quite a few things you do right. [ His arms are still around his neck, hand sliding up to scrape blunted nails over his nape in the same moment as he kisses him again, humming pleasantly. ]

[siriusno]

Lucky me. [He only barely has time to say it before he's being tugged down into a kiss again, and he kisses back hungrily, pressing the length of his body against Regulus. The scrape of nails over his nape makes him shiver, and he knows Regulus will be able to feel it, though he's never been very adept at hiding the affect Regulus has on him.]

[rab]

[ The shiver only makes him do it again, fingertips pressing down once before relenting. His other arm moves down until it's wrapped around his torso, palm pressed flat to the small of his back. ] Missed this. [ And him too, when they're apart, but that's a given. He noses a kiss to Remus' jaw, still urged close against him. ]

[siriusno]

[He gasps a bit, arching against Regulus as another shiver wracks his body. He lets head fall back, offering his throat to Regulus, thumbs stroking over slender hips while he savors the feel of kisses along his jaw.] Missed you. Always do. We don't get enough time for this.

[rab]

[ He presses into the hands at his hips, just a little. It's with a murmur of his name that he continues, kissing along his jaw, neck, throat. ] Always miss you too. I want to spend more and more time with you. Got to take what we can, though.

[siriusno]

[The kisses down his throat make him shudder, like Regulus' kisses always make him shudder. He can get drunk off this man if he lets himself, and he's never been particularly inclined to resist the temptation.]

Mmm... Should I take what I can now, then? [He dips his head, breathing hot against Regulus' ear as he murmurs the words, before sucking the soft part of his earlobe between his teeth. His hands drop lower, daring to take hold of Regulus' ass for a gentle squeeze.]

[rab]

[ When Regulus laughs it's not unkind in the least. It's soft, and breathy, and pleased, all before he lets out a quiet gasp in response to Remus' treatment of his ear. He nods before answering: ]

Of course. You can take anything. Grip tighter if you want too, I certainly wouldn't complain. [ A bit sly, even as he tips his head closer to Remus' mouth. He feels flustered already, which honestly isn't rare at all when they're together. ] Take all of me, if you'd like.

[siriusno]

[Remus loves that laugh – his real laugh, soft and happy, not the derisive laugh that so often accompanies sneers and cruel words. He readily takes Regulus up on his offer, stealing a kiss as his hands tighten and he pulls Regulus flush against him, one knee working its way between his legs. He's certain that Regulus will be able to feel just how much he wants him, though even now, he's always a bit hesitant about touching Regulus, desperately wanting to always but equally afraid to push too far.]

And what would you like, hm? [His tongue plays over Regulus' lower lip, teasing and nibbling as he did with his earlobe. Of course Remus wants all of him – he wants that and more – but only so long as he's sure that's what Regulus wants as well.]

[rab]

[ For as much as he talks a big game, there are times Regulus still panics, still pulls away, and none of the reasons have to do with Remus. He's better than he used to be, but it's difficult to get past years of conditioning. Tonight though he's in top form, returning the kiss and pressing as close as he can, legs parting easily for Remus' knee and using it as leverage to lean into him. ]

You. I want you. [ It's breathed out against his mouth, punctuated with a very gentle nip of his own. He kisses him then, lingering and slow. ] Whatever you'll give me.