man I don't even know

[canceller]

[It's been less than 24 hours since he landed back here, and already Jeremiah's finding himself breathing easier. It's drier here, the winter colder, and he welcomes it, in spite of years in Area 11. The mainland will always be his home, after all.

Pendragon sometimes feels less so, and other times more. It still feels like fate brought him here, it just depends on how surreal that particular moment feels to him. Right now, all he can do is keep strolling about the grounds, gaze sweeping the gardens, the sprawling build of the place, the mountains in the distance.

It's good to be back.]

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[explores]

And an honest one.

[ He swallows just loudly enough to be audible, completely expecting to be bitten and perhaps a little disappointed when he isn't. Instead he feels the material of his shirt giving way as it's unzipped and laughs a little, craning his head to try and sneak a peek. ]

You're having too much fun already.

[ Well then. He pulls one hand away from Jeremiah's face and bites down at the very tip of his finger—and slowly pulls his glove off, then does the same for the other. ]

[canceller]

[Jeremiah just grunts his response softly, almost like a muffled laugh, because Gino, pls. He's just getting started.

Given, once he gets down far enough that the fabric doesn't need to be held to stay in place sufficiently, he noses his way in against the skin of his neck to part the garment and goes right in and bites gently. Sadly, the zipper stops where his jacket closes, but that doesn't stop Jeremiah from palming right on down his stomach, wriggling a hand up under the front, running fingertips over his stomach through his shirt.]

[explores]

[ With his hands bare, he goes back to touching Jeremiah's face, running his fingers through his hair and creeping on down to the back of his neck with surprisingly soft touches. He works hard to keep the callouses away, and for reasons such as exactly this.

The bite earns him a quiet sigh, pleased and just a little shaky, and without even really meaning to he starts arching up toward him again. It really isn't his fault that he has about all the same control over how his body moves when it gets to feeling good as a cat does when you scratch along its spine, and he makes no effort to do anything about it, reaching down to claw up the back of Jeremiah's shirt just to give him something to hold onto. ]